More, more, more!

Well, just when you thought you understood I had a shoe problem, I went and bought five more pairs TODAY. That's eight pairs in three days. Not bad for someone who can't afford to pay their council rates eh?
I still maintain three of those pairs don't count as they are for work. BORING. It's torture buying shoes I don't like and leaving the pretty, impractical ones on the shelf. They are my favourite kind.
I have my first day in the shop tomorrow. Induction went well so this will be the next big test. It is not in the store I am staying in which kind of takes the pressure off for the next two weeks of training.
So, wish me and my boring work shoes luck.

Yay Shoes!

I bought three pairs of shoes today. Not coz I needed them, purely coz I WANTED them. I was in a 'I want to buy shoes mood'. Actually mood probably doesn't do it justice, it's more like... I wasn't in one of those rare moods when I DIDN'T want to buy shoes. These moods coincide with shops not having anything I like or hell freezing over.
The rest of the time I have a shoe fetish. Not that there's anything wrong with that. K and I were at the shops, originally to dine at one of our favourite restaurants in the hopes the cute [but I still say 'older than he looks'] waiter was there. He wasn't. There was less drooling than normal at our table.
On our way to said eating/perving establishment this ENORMOUS INVISIBLE VORTEX sucked us into the first shoe shop between K's car and the house of fine nosh and potential eye candy.
I swear to God, we were powerless in it's wake. On top of that freak occurrence there just happened to be one of those bittersweet sales that entitles you to choose a second pair at half price. K had trouble picking one pair. I had trouble narrowing it down to three choices.
I ended up with one metallic pink and one metallic green pair of flat sandals with a jeweled dragonfly across the strap. YES I bought the same shoe in two different colours. Did I mention I have a fondness for shoes?
I also bought a glam pair of sassy silver strappy heels. I am almost at six foot in those. A unique perspective for a short-arse like myself. These shoes can only be described as CFM's. No more needs to be said about that really.
As we browsed and tried on I implored K 'don't let me buy open toe shoes'. I left with three pairs, K left with one. She is the perfect shopping companion. Open to my delusions of restraint but totally amenable to my legendary 'justifications'. And she gets a gold star for buying something too so we can bitch about our credit cards and ogle our shiny new shoes together, as God intended.

WARM

I hate this weather. Anything over thirty degrees sucks ass as far as I am concerned. I feel like a prisoner trapped in the relative cool of the house.
Even more lethargic than normal. Looking at all the stuff I need to do annoys me but it's just a little too hot to care enough to actually DO something about it.
I didn't get to sleep until SIX this morning. Lucky I finally have my stereo and DVD set up again in my room or I would have been climbing the walls.
As I feared my sunburned back has reached the itchy-peely stage. It's driving me mad. One more thing to make me irritable in the heat.
Sometimes I love the peace and solitude of living alone. Other times I feel like the silence is crushing me. It's almost a constant background noise in itself.
I know once I am back at work I will cherish the time at home. I guess being here day after day is making the house feel smaller and smaller.
Tomorrow I am cooking dinner for my mum, my brother and maybe his GF. My brother is coming over to chainsaw a tree that fell over in my garden, he is a lifesaver. The distraction of having people here tomorrow night will help me not freak out too much about work the next day too.
Today looks like it is going to trickle by in a wash of boredom, restlessness and laziness. Must tidy up. Must wash clothes. Must not sleep all day and stay awake til six again.
Anyway, off to procrastinate a little more. I wonder which takes more effort? Doing chores or mentally inventing excuses so I don't have to. Well, I know which one I would RATHER do anyway.

Two days to go

Well, it's official, I am nervous. I start my new job in two days. I am sure everyone will be nice and stuff but it's a big change.
Four years at my previous job got me pretty comfortable and now I am starting again. I am the sort of person who hates not knowing stuff - a bit of a perfectionist - the kind who is even hard to keep suprises from coz I can wear people down with 'Is it this?', 'Is it that?'.
Plus I don't know when I'll be working. I think it's a six day week then a four day week on rotation. One weekend on and one off. But will the other day be a constant? Will I work lots of nights? I hate waiting to find this stuff out. I can deal with it once I know but not knowing eats away at me.
Plus I am not sure what section I am looking after, how many staff I will have, exactly what my responsibilities will be or even how I get paid.
I know I will have the answers in two days, but I want to know NOW dammit.
I know Thursday night I will be freaking out. The lead up to these things kills me... Then I am fine on the day.
One of my previous jobs I went into my first day with only ONE HOUR of sleep the night before. I felt like I would die. I don't think I am that bad now but I know these next two days will fly past in a blur of 'but what if?'.
Tomorrow I should go and get a hair cut so I don't look like Cousin It on my first day. This will require effort and it's going to be HOT again.
I should probably wash some work type clothes too. I balled them all up two weeks ago in 'holiday' mode but it's back to reality now.
I was going to go to the dental specialist while on leave too. Oops, that never happened. Now I will regret it because my teeth aren't fixed and it's another thing to be nervous about.
Oh well, I know things will be fine.. I just have to ride out the anticipation.
Anyway it's after two in the morning. Time to turf the dog out and get some sleeeeeep.
Goodnight out there, whatever you are... bwa-ha-ha-ha

I'm on fire baby

Well I only have myself to blame. I am sunburned all over my back, shoulders and face. Ouchy Ouchy Freakin Ouchy.
I was at the beach in Sorrento and did a very half arsed job of applying sunscreen. Then went in the water and played catch with my friend using a rubber chicken as a ball. But that's another story.
You see I am half Greek and I never used to burn that quick. However several years retreat into the great indoors has paled my olive skin and lowered its resistance to the sun.
So now I am paying for my laziness with a bright red and painful to lay on back. This reduces the appeal of one of my favourite hobbies - see post number one.
It also means every couple of hours I make a frustrating trip to the bathroom mirror to contort myself in a position where I try to apply cream to my own back. Now I see why they make after sun stuff in a spray and why I will be buying some post haste. This is one of those times when a flatmate could be handy. Or Go-Go-Gadget arms.
I had quite forgotten how painful sunburn is. I'm petrified that next time I take off my top, half the skin on my back will go with it.... not an appealing prospect in the least.
Hmmm please don't let me peel, please don't let me peel. Well that'll learn me wont it?
Aside from that the Sorrento trip was way cool. We went out to a pub Friday night and had some drinkies and a dance.
On the way home we stopped at Mt Eliza for some icecream - go the Baileys and Almond... nice. As we were driving down Olivers Hill we saw a festival on at Frankston foreshore. We stopped and rode the Ferris wheel and the cha-cha. I like a do da cha cha <--- Bruce Allmighty.
Must be getting old. Combination of breakfast, icecream and rides left me feeling a little sick... Retreated back home and was greeted by sooky dogs and largely indifferent cats. I love cats. They have perfected that hard to get attitude.
Today I am doing a whole lotta nuthin and its everything I hoped it could be and less. Was talking to a new friend before but he disappeared. I always have that.. OMG did I say something wrong? panic until I see them again...
Tonight is stretching out into boredom city. What to do? Should go to shops and restock on pet food and stuff, but that is tedious. Could finish my book, I only started it yesterday. Could watch DVD's.. but what to watch? I'm in a 'I really want to do something but cant decide what' mood. Restless. Energetic but unmotivated. Waiting for inspiration, or an offer to strike.
Sunday nights. Traditionally a time where I feel the freedom of the weekend spiraling away to leave that lead feeling inside when I start to dread school/work/the new week stretching out ahead. Since I am on leave for another couple of days I don't have much to worry about this time.
I am starting to get the feeling that these last few days are precious and am mentally planning them out so they don't slip by in a blur.
Anyway... off to try and re-apply that wonderful green gel to my glowing back. Might make some calls and explore possibilities for tonight........ Take care out there. And wear SUNSCREEN

Woof Woof = I like the blue one

I heard the most RIDICULOUS thing today. Some tragic people take their pets to an 'Animal Communicator' or as I like to now call them a 'Bullshit Artist'.
The basic premise appears to be that you take your pooch (for example) to this uniquely 'gifted' individual and they interpret its thoughts and secret desires for you. EG.. I want a blue collar.

Call me cynical but I think the more accurate message here is 'You are stupid enough to pay this charlatan money to make stuff up, I am embarrassed to be your pet'.

Maybe I'm not giving my dogs (Beagle and Staffy X Beagle) enough intellectual credit. Here was me thinking that when they stare at me drooling they are thinking 'Feed Me, Walk Me, Rub My Tummy, Throw my Toy' when actually they have been desperately trying to send me vibes to tell me that they would prefer I paint the lounge Cornflower Blue than Pavlova White.

See, the inner bi-atch dictates that if I could be bothered establishing myself one of these 'businesses' (lets face it I am as qualified as the next swindler) I would be tempted to use this 'power' (or rather gullibility of the customer) for EVIL. Who could resist? 'Well David it appears that Rex here would rather you got around in white leather pants and spats when you are walking him. Anything less is a glaring insult to his individualism'. And you know, these people are the ones who are dumb enough to do it!

What would drive people to waste their money like this? Loneliness? Stupidity? Both? I am sure if the dog had his choice he would rather you buy him an Elephant bone to chew on than pay some freak to tell you he farts because he's secretly attracted to the couch but too ashamed to 'tell' you.

Please people, if you ever feel the need to visit an Animal Communicator consult this handy checklist first:

1) Wait until the effects of the weed have worn off and then see if you still feel your pets are dying to express their thoughts to you.
2) Watch your dog for ten minutes. Consider the chasing of its own tail, eating of its own crap and running into the wall a HINT to its capacity for deep ponderings.
3) Try to see what kind of vibes you get from your fridge, toilet brush or carpet fibers. They could be tortured by your lack of interest in their opinions too. If you feel this is a possibility SEEK HELP FOR YOU before visiting any hippie interpreter.
4) Flush a $50 note down the toilet. Understand it was money well spent compared with letting someone tell you your cat is dying for you to write its memoirs.
5) This is the big one people. DO NOT reach for the car keys until you can look at yourself in the mirror and honestly say you have given this a try. GET A LIFE YOU PATHETIC LOSER.

Anyway, I think I have this out of my system now. Better run. Late for my seance to discuss the issue of 'music theft via free downloading' with Elvis Presley. What? It's a totally legitimate pursuit of a deeper insight into the world around me.

Be kind to the newbie

Well hello out there. I usually restrict my incoherent babblings to drunken rants, sober ravings, SMS, email and looooong phone calls to tolerant friends. I am going to try this out and see what happens.
Will anyone read this? Who knows.... maybe I will be talking to myself. Wouldn't be the first time.
Well today I have spent vegging in bed. One of my favourite passtimes really. I am starting a new job in just over a week so am enjoying the interim of temporary unemployment. I am having a friend over for DVD's tonight. Dodgeball, pretty funny stuff.
This weekend my 2 best friends - henceforth to be known as K&K - they are twin sisters, are heading to Sorrento to celebrate our joint birthday as mine is a week before theirs. It promises to be two days of drinking, perving, hanging at the beach and bitching. All fine ways to spend time if you ask me.
I am trying to summon the energy to prize myself from under the doona and get the house presentable. Many pets to feed - a whole other post in itself. Much mess to clean up. I still maintain I am messy, but not dirty so there is no harm! Unless I tread on something pointy I left on the floor. Its a small price to pay to indulge in laziness.
Anyway, I suppose I should go and excavate the couch and TV.
Ta Ta