I haven't heard anything about the job since Tuesday last week. I got a call on Monday asking for referees to do a reference check and then they would be making an offer. I emailed their contact details through on Tuesday morning and I haven't heard a word since from the headhunter. I've heard from a couple of the other guys who work in the headhunters office, just checking in to see how I'm going, but not from the main recruity guy. It seems quite odd that they chased me, but now nothing. The 2 guys who called me are friends of my brother, and promised him that they would look after me.
The longer it takes, the more ambivalent about it I am.
I haven't cared a huge amount about it over the last few days, as I've been in a lot of pain. With the surgery I had last month, apparently I've overdone it in the last few days and damaged some of the weak muscles in my stomach. I'm back to square one with what I can do until it heals properly. Who really wants clean clothes or a clean house? I got quite a stern telling off from my surgeons office yesterday when I called to check and see if there was anything else I should do following the GP's diagnosis. All I've done for the last 2 days is sit in a chair or lie on my bed. Bored! I'm so going back to work tomorrow before I go nuts. I don't think I'm quite ready to drive yet though.
Our holiday is getting closer and closer though - on Saturday we went and paid for everything outstanding except our hotels in Dublin and Singapore. Less than 7 months til we go now.
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Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Monday, July 16, 2007
On the road again
Time for another trip to Sydney. I feel like I've just come back and it is time to go again.
Several years ago, I toyed with moving to Sydney. I'd recently ended a 3 year relationship, my best friend was living in Sydney, I'd had some pretty full on medical problems, I'd been in a bit of a financial mess, I was tired of living at home with my family for medical and financial reasons, and I was frustrated and bored at work. Sydney looked like an exciting, easy way to change my life. I would be living in a bigger city where no one knew me and I could reinvent myself. I would be free of the history people in Melbourne have for me. I could be the exotic one, flying in for obligations, but with an easy out. Oh no, I can't stay, I have a plane to catch. See me run.
The more I think about it, I'm glad I didn't run. And running it would have been. I've rebuilt, restored, enhanced my relationships. I've strengthened my support system. I have history with the people in my life.
This isn't the post I meant to write tonight, but it is the post that has been written. So, I'm off to Sydney for a few days. I'll be back at work on Friday lunchtime, and I'll be home Friday night.
Several years ago, I toyed with moving to Sydney. I'd recently ended a 3 year relationship, my best friend was living in Sydney, I'd had some pretty full on medical problems, I'd been in a bit of a financial mess, I was tired of living at home with my family for medical and financial reasons, and I was frustrated and bored at work. Sydney looked like an exciting, easy way to change my life. I would be living in a bigger city where no one knew me and I could reinvent myself. I would be free of the history people in Melbourne have for me. I could be the exotic one, flying in for obligations, but with an easy out. Oh no, I can't stay, I have a plane to catch. See me run.
The more I think about it, I'm glad I didn't run. And running it would have been. I've rebuilt, restored, enhanced my relationships. I've strengthened my support system. I have history with the people in my life.
This isn't the post I meant to write tonight, but it is the post that has been written. So, I'm off to Sydney for a few days. I'll be back at work on Friday lunchtime, and I'll be home Friday night.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
An open letter to the taxi drivers of Sydney
Dear taxi drivers,
I don't want to tell you my income or my bank balance. Am I rich? Yes, in many ways I am, but guess what? It is none of your business. My real estate status isn't something I want to share with you either. You don't need to know where or with whom I live, and nor do you need to know who I pay money to each month, whether it is the bank or a landlord.
It is none of your business if I am a good cook and keep a clean house. I have no intention of doing either of those things for you.
When I ask you if you take Cabcharge and you say yes, don't turn around at my hotel and tell me that you won't accept my voucher and demand another credit card. When I give you cash and ask for a receipt, I expect you to write the amount on the receipt, not just the date and your taxi number.
It is none of your business whether or not I am hot in the clothes I am wearing. If I had my damned luggage I would probably change, but you don't need to know that.
I do not want to go to Star City Casino with you. Nor do I want to go out for dinner and dancing with you. No, you can't pick me up when I'm ready to go home, and nor can you take me to the office each morning.
Yeah, I think my cleavage is OK. This does not give you the right to tell me I have great tits.
In fact, please don't speak to me at all. That way we will both be happy.
thisisme
I don't want to tell you my income or my bank balance. Am I rich? Yes, in many ways I am, but guess what? It is none of your business. My real estate status isn't something I want to share with you either. You don't need to know where or with whom I live, and nor do you need to know who I pay money to each month, whether it is the bank or a landlord.
It is none of your business if I am a good cook and keep a clean house. I have no intention of doing either of those things for you.
When I ask you if you take Cabcharge and you say yes, don't turn around at my hotel and tell me that you won't accept my voucher and demand another credit card. When I give you cash and ask for a receipt, I expect you to write the amount on the receipt, not just the date and your taxi number.
It is none of your business whether or not I am hot in the clothes I am wearing. If I had my damned luggage I would probably change, but you don't need to know that.
I do not want to go to Star City Casino with you. Nor do I want to go out for dinner and dancing with you. No, you can't pick me up when I'm ready to go home, and nor can you take me to the office each morning.
Yeah, I think my cleavage is OK. This does not give you the right to tell me I have great tits.
In fact, please don't speak to me at all. That way we will both be happy.
thisisme
Friday, January 12, 2007
Thisisme's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Today I flew up to Sydney. I got to sit in the gate lounge at the airport until after I should have landed because the flights were late. I can live with a late flight.
Then I stood at the baggage carousel and watched a bag that looked just like mine go around and around in circles. Shame the ID number on the tag didn't match mine. To the person who had a bag that looked just like mine, I hope you enjoyed taking my luggage home with you. I didn't enjoy getting to my hotel room with no clean clothes, no toothbrush and no book to read after I finished "Ines of my soul" by Isabel Allende. Much less magic, much more realism, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
And, then, the taxi driver. He gets a special post all to himself.
So I thought I would jump online with my trusty laptop, and at least keep myself amused with some surfing, some blogging and The Vicar of Dibley Christmas special. My laptop didn't turn on.
Right about now, I was ready to burst into tears. I wasn't dressed for work, didn't have work shoes, didn't have the work I packed in my suitcase, I didn't have clean undies or a toothbrush. I was frustrated with the laptop, now downgraded from trusty to tempermental - pretty quick change after 2 and a bit months.
The joy of my boy who was seriously considering getting on a plane to bring me some clothes, the outstanding service and support from the Qantas and Mercure staff were all bright spots in my day.
Discovering just how reliant on my computer I am - disturbing. Is it time for a 12 step program?
Then I stood at the baggage carousel and watched a bag that looked just like mine go around and around in circles. Shame the ID number on the tag didn't match mine. To the person who had a bag that looked just like mine, I hope you enjoyed taking my luggage home with you. I didn't enjoy getting to my hotel room with no clean clothes, no toothbrush and no book to read after I finished "Ines of my soul" by Isabel Allende. Much less magic, much more realism, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
And, then, the taxi driver. He gets a special post all to himself.
So I thought I would jump online with my trusty laptop, and at least keep myself amused with some surfing, some blogging and The Vicar of Dibley Christmas special. My laptop didn't turn on.
Right about now, I was ready to burst into tears. I wasn't dressed for work, didn't have work shoes, didn't have the work I packed in my suitcase, I didn't have clean undies or a toothbrush. I was frustrated with the laptop, now downgraded from trusty to tempermental - pretty quick change after 2 and a bit months.
The joy of my boy who was seriously considering getting on a plane to bring me some clothes, the outstanding service and support from the Qantas and Mercure staff were all bright spots in my day.
Discovering just how reliant on my computer I am - disturbing. Is it time for a 12 step program?
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Home again ...
and I'm so happy to be here. Tonight I get to sleep in my own bed, and tomorrow I get to drink proper Melbourne coffee again. Most importantly, my laptop and the internet and talking again, and over the next few days I'll publish all the posts I wrote while I was away.
Flying home from Sydney today I saw something I've never seen before. We've got bushfires everywhere in Victoria again, and from the plane, I could see multiple towers of smoke. At the base of each smoke tower, the smoke was tinted a dark red, then orange, and then faded to pink and then grey. As the plane approached Melbourne and landing, we could actually see the masses of red flames. I've never been close to a fire before, and that is as close as I ever want to get. Watches the red tongues flick in and out was strangely compelling, and quite eerie.
The country that wasn't on fire was still so dry - it would be so easy for the whole state to go up in flames. I really hope that those fighting the fires can remain safe, and that includes all of the guest fire fighters from New Zealand, Canada and the US.
Flying home from Sydney today I saw something I've never seen before. We've got bushfires everywhere in Victoria again, and from the plane, I could see multiple towers of smoke. At the base of each smoke tower, the smoke was tinted a dark red, then orange, and then faded to pink and then grey. As the plane approached Melbourne and landing, we could actually see the masses of red flames. I've never been close to a fire before, and that is as close as I ever want to get. Watches the red tongues flick in and out was strangely compelling, and quite eerie.
The country that wasn't on fire was still so dry - it would be so easy for the whole state to go up in flames. I really hope that those fighting the fires can remain safe, and that includes all of the guest fire fighters from New Zealand, Canada and the US.
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