Scrambled eggs is a good metaphor for my life right now..

[jozae]

I'm a busy, busy girl, so this isn't going to be coherent at all.

1. Slowly tying up things in Melbourne in anticipation for the big move to Singapore. I'm flying off on the 10th and the date has been slowly looming up on me. Arup have already given me a list of the things they want me to get done, which is kind of long and makes me go LOL I HATE MY LIFE. I'll be working on calculating the sustainability rating of a new office complex being developed in Singapore, which is almost exactly what I did for my final year group project, except, you know, it's like real, and fucking up would be a really bad idea. I used the Australian rating scheme for my university project, however this time I'll be doing three submissions for standards in Australia, America and Singapore. Expected move-in date is in 40 days. LOL I HAVE 40 DAYS TO GET MOST OF THIS DONE. LOL WHAT IS SLEEP.
    
2. Naturally I'm more concerned about getting everything done than leaving home and moving to Singapore. When I do get around to thinking about it, which usually happens when I'm playing with the chickens, I'm torn between making a huge fuss and shrugging it off. I know so many people that have flown countries or states to work or go to university, so I have zero reason to be crying bitch baby tears. I think the most daunting thing is that I don't know when exactly I'll be back in Australia for good. Arup have promised me six months of work, but I'm about 90% sure that, granted I don't get myself fired, I'll be offered a permanent position later on. This pretty much translates to: never coming back to Australia. I'll fly back to visit, but it won't be my home anymore, Singapore will be. And that's scary.
   
   
3. When points 1 and 2 get too much and I start getting into one of those freakout moods, I look at my work wardrobe and realise I make a pretty mean Head Bitch In Charge. Sure, I'm at the bottom of the corporate ladder, but one must always fake it.
   
   
   
   This is actually all quite funny to me. Everytime I put the jacket on, I have a sudden desire to make a sales pitch.
    
4. I refuse to dye my hair back.
   I'm sorry, but my hair cost a fortune. That, and I need something that's me. Leaving behind all my books, heels and vintage dresses is utterly heartbreaking. It's like I'm losing the part of me that makes me me.
   If they ask nicely, I may consider dying it back. But they hired me for my brains, not my looks.
    
5. I'm living in a hotel.
   The company is setting me up in a room. I don't know why. Maybe it's cheaper. Or more convenient. Or how they roll.
   It's sort of sad, not having a real home. But at least I don't have to clean and I get cable television and a swimming pool and a sauna and I wonder if I get massages too.
    
6. I really do feel quite loved that everyone is trying to see me before I leave. I hadn't planned on doing any sort of farewell thing because I didn't think that leaving was a big deal. But thanks guys, for letting me know that it is a big deal.
    
7. Needed a belt for my trillion work skirts because I don't own one that doesn't have studs or bows on it. Went shopping with Lisa and this is what happened.
   
   
   
   We tried on everything in Forever New,not even exaggerating. We only left because they were closing. Safe to say that I didn't get a belt that day.
    
8. Instead of said belt mentioned in point 7, I had a mental blank and bought summer clothes, which was a bad idea because a) I'm going to be living in work clothes for the next six months, b) there are only two things to do in Singapore: eat and shop, and c) spending non-existent money is generally a bad idea.
   
   Got these skinny cargo pant things. I'm not sure what they are and I'm not sure when I'll ever wear them since it's a trillion degrees in Singapore.
   
   
   Shorts!! With bows!! I am legit going to try and wear these at work sans the midriff-bearing bustier.
   
   
   Corset, floral, housewife-inspired dress. Because I wish I lived in the 1960s when wearing tableclothes was all the rage.
   
   
   Floral playsuit. IDEK. It's like I enjoy making myself look five years old.
   
   
   
9. Got tatts.
   Because I'm really hardcore like that.
   
   They're two little swallows and LOL I totally did not get tattoos. I'm to picky to get anything permanent, so these are just temporary.
   
   
   
10. This list is ridiculously long and rambly.
     
11. My alarm clock is my iPod library, which means I could wake up to anything from Defying Gravity to Bohemian Rapsody. Not sure what the odds are, but the other day I woke up to Darren Criss singing Good Ol' Moon. Other than the fact that in my head I'm married to Darren, this is pretty awesome because the first verse goes something along the lines of Wake up, I'm lonely, let's talk. HOW FITTING. 

I feel like there were other things I wanted to mention, but my brain turns to scrambled eggs once I start thinking of Darren. So, yeh, too bad.