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i haven't updated in a long long time...
so i'm settled back in melbourne and i keep forgetting that the previous 6 months even happened... and then i'll get a flash of intense white or hear an accent... or meet up with my swede or catch myself saying usketa instead of excuse me and i think about that other life that occurred on the other side of the world.
the whole situation wouldn't blow so much if... life here didn't blow quite so much. don't get me wrong, i love seeing my friends and spending time with them and going to get coffee or wine and seeing bands and knowing the best places to go in the city and EVERYTHING is rad. i don't have enough time to do everything i want to, and i love it.
BUT.
work is sucking so hard right now i (almost) want to get a new job. it really fucking BLOWS. i hate it. not only have i got the harassment case (going to the union at this stage) with ian frost to put up with, which is making me want to beat my head against a wall all the time, but the nurses in certain wards have serious attitude problems and just don't have any time or respect for anyone below them in the food chain. on top of that there is ALL this industrial relations bullshit which is going down, plus the new boss who is making me not get paid for hours that i have worked. and at the top of the shit heap is the rumour that i'm actually being kept off nights by not only ian frost (which as this stage is my choice) but also tony haynes, who, apparantly, and confirmed by 2 separate members of staff, has a vendetta against me, because i threatened to report him for sexual harassment 18 months ago. because at that stage he had refused to acknowledge my existence. the argument behind this vendetta, apparently, is of a purely sexual nature: he has a penis, i don't; he can do night shift, i can't; my persisting with doing nightshift is belittling the difficulty and noble strength behind doing this job.
GOD i HATE sexism. its so fucking unjust. grr.
i hate being poor. which means that i need a job which i like so i can work all the time which earns me lots of money. hang on, i have that job. now, how do i stop the beaurocracy?
it all makes me want to have a rather severe valium addiction.
i also would LIKE to move out. but it seems i'm stuck HOUSESITTING for at least the next 9 months, when my parents are tentatively discussing both moving back here. i don't know. if i moved out i don't know what my parents would do.
but ben is moving in on the 1st october. so thats good. yay for ben. and ed is coming down for a big chunk of december.
god i feel unmotivated these days...
i should have done homework tonight. oh BAH.
theres an update for you. i do read everyone elses entries. i'm sorry to hear about people's losses, and i hope the people who went to the recent cure shows enjoyed seeing porl as much as i did.
now to bed so as to get up early tomorrow and go to class. yay! class!
so i'm settled back in melbourne and i keep forgetting that the previous 6 months even happened... and then i'll get a flash of intense white or hear an accent... or meet up with my swede or catch myself saying usketa instead of excuse me and i think about that other life that occurred on the other side of the world.
the whole situation wouldn't blow so much if... life here didn't blow quite so much. don't get me wrong, i love seeing my friends and spending time with them and going to get coffee or wine and seeing bands and knowing the best places to go in the city and EVERYTHING is rad. i don't have enough time to do everything i want to, and i love it.
BUT.
work is sucking so hard right now i (almost) want to get a new job. it really fucking BLOWS. i hate it. not only have i got the harassment case (going to the union at this stage) with ian frost to put up with, which is making me want to beat my head against a wall all the time, but the nurses in certain wards have serious attitude problems and just don't have any time or respect for anyone below them in the food chain. on top of that there is ALL this industrial relations bullshit which is going down, plus the new boss who is making me not get paid for hours that i have worked. and at the top of the shit heap is the rumour that i'm actually being kept off nights by not only ian frost (which as this stage is my choice) but also tony haynes, who, apparantly, and confirmed by 2 separate members of staff, has a vendetta against me, because i threatened to report him for sexual harassment 18 months ago. because at that stage he had refused to acknowledge my existence. the argument behind this vendetta, apparently, is of a purely sexual nature: he has a penis, i don't; he can do night shift, i can't; my persisting with doing nightshift is belittling the difficulty and noble strength behind doing this job.
GOD i HATE sexism. its so fucking unjust. grr.
i hate being poor. which means that i need a job which i like so i can work all the time which earns me lots of money. hang on, i have that job. now, how do i stop the beaurocracy?
it all makes me want to have a rather severe valium addiction.
i also would LIKE to move out. but it seems i'm stuck HOUSESITTING for at least the next 9 months, when my parents are tentatively discussing both moving back here. i don't know. if i moved out i don't know what my parents would do.
but ben is moving in on the 1st october. so thats good. yay for ben. and ed is coming down for a big chunk of december.
god i feel unmotivated these days...
i should have done homework tonight. oh BAH.
theres an update for you. i do read everyone elses entries. i'm sorry to hear about people's losses, and i hope the people who went to the recent cure shows enjoyed seeing porl as much as i did.
now to bed so as to get up early tomorrow and go to class. yay! class!