Work.

ALRIGHT. Since I'm on the metaphorical roll, I might as well continue descriptions of another aspect of my highly fascinating life.

Work.

My 'new' job (that I have now been in for over 3 months).
I realize that my last last post was written the day before I started this job, and everything I wrote in said post was actually pretty close to the truth.
I arrived at the office (I work in an office now. I never thought I'd work in an office), which is in Ellerslie, which means I've gotta leave home at approx 6:30am to drive, catch a bus and a train.
Anyway, I arrive at the office. I wasn't the only person starting that day - far from it.
Pretty much my whole department started the same day as I did.

Now, I arrive, and discover that there is no senior photographer. After discovering all my worst fears were true, I melted a little on the inside, and made many a frantic phone call to my dad to help me set up the photography studio and what not.
But now, three months on, it's not so bad. Pretty stressful, and different, and even though getting up at 6:30am and arriving home at 6:30pm is both mentally and physically draining - its not so bad.

I like what I DO there.

If you want to see/pick holes in my photography work, you can check out posties web page and look though the products. I can't say all the work is mine - because a lot of the previous photographers work is still up - but lets just presume all the best work is mine :p

The page that I linked to 'posties' is one of my favourites that I did.

Photographer & Designer

So apparently I am now a Junior Web photographer and Graphic Designer.

Cool.

I got the job from SEEK, thanks to my dad for finding it. It's for Postie, the women's clothing company I was already working for as a sales assistant. I applied thinking I wasn't really even going to get considered for the job, because honestly, I'm not that fantastic  - I know, I know, you all love me. I know, I'm totally amazing, thanks... Yeah, I know, I'm the best. Geez guys! If you keep flattering me I'll get big headed.

But I did get the job (after an interview).

Although, I'm hoping they (and by "they" I mean my employers at Postie) have employed a bloody good Senior Photographer or Designer to coach me along. I handed in two completely 100% brilliant application documents when I was going through interviews. I have been repetitively told how amazing they we're and how impressed everyone was by them .... I am not trying to toot my own horn here, as much as it sounds like it, I'm just trying to explain the reasons behind the niggling worry I have.

And by niggling worry I mean gnawing anxiety. Or biting fear.
Or shredding-my-insides-to-pieces horror.

From listening to 'them' talk, it SOUNDS like they think I'm a great deal better than I am. Or have a GREAT deal more experience than I do. It sounds like there is no Senior Someone to nudge me in the right direction, and it sounds like they are going to get a gigantic slap in the face from Mr Disappointment when they remember that I AM A JUNIOR!!!!!!

My inner self will be shaking from head to toe and stuttering on every second word tomorrow, waiting for when I have to say 'okay, so which of you will be helping me?'.
Or more like; 'ok-kay. Um. Well, you see... Uhh... Which of you... I mean, which one of you will be uhh... m-my... P{APOSfdghinl,;g'ytrsa OH MY GOD SOMEONE SAVE ME. '

At which point I will run screaming from the building, and promptly get fired.

I wonder if I will have my own desk.

Oreos

I know that it's been a little wee while since my last post, and by that I mean probably over a month ago - which is pretty bad, even for me - so I guess I'd better get my A into G and type some shit stuff out for you guys to read.

Today, whilst at work, I was carrying a bottle of conditioner and the lid came off - this is like a 1L bottle, its friggen HUGE - and it fell to the floor and bounced twice before it finally tipped over onto the carpet.
On each bounce, a massive splash of conditioner flew out and covered as much as it could. . .
Thankfully, none of it landed on me, because if it had I'd have looked like a low class hooker. It was gooey white stuff. Not solid white either, it was half transparent which is even worse!
It got on two boxes, 7 packets of socks (thankfully, they were wrapped in plastic), the leg of some jean and the carpet.... ALOT went on the carpet.
That was my FML of the day, cause it took ages to wash off my hands after cleaning up - you know when you get something on your hands and it feels like slime? it was like that.
Like picking up eels, it was like a layer of eel slime. Has anyone done that?

Eels are really weird to pick up.
OH YEAH. That reminds me of my dream last night! (not the eels, it was the spermy conditioner that reminded me).
I had a penis! In my dream last night I had a HUGE penis!!!! I wasn't a boy, I was me... but with a penis.... and it was normal, like nothing seemed out of the ordinary - nobody commented on it, even though I was naked. Just what?
Like, what was I thinking when I fell asleep that made me imagine myself in a world where me having my massive penis out in public is okay??

I've decided on my reason for not writing out many posts recently. I was too busy having too much spare time. I never have much to say when I have alot of time on my hands.
Also I've eaten like 10 boxes of oreos in the past 2 weeks. They are amazing!
Im making up for lost time, since I never had them when I was a little kid. They are a recently discovered delicacy in my life. . .

Vacuum strikes again

The work vacuum cleaner is a bastard - shall we do a quick revision for those who haven't followed the progressive decent of my personal relationship with this horrible machine?
Okay!
It's got an incredibly abusive nature, and despite all attempts, it seems unable to listen to reasoning. Nor will it accept bribes. All efforts to enlighten its world of viscous savagery have failed.
As I am aware, it has nothing that we could use to blackmail it into being ... tolerable.
It has caused me a plethora of physical and emotional damage.

Just recently, it was torn to pieces but another staff member. I have already described this incident in a previous post - but if you wish to read it, I warn you that its pretty gory and upsetting to see.

Anyway, considering that it was me who put the unreasonable sadist back together, it still wont give me a break. It has now discovered a new way to hurt me.
It pulls out my hair.

Im aware that the picture is terrible, you can only JUST see the hairs - but you'll have to excuse that. It was ... 'difficult' to take a picture of my hair stuck there while my manager was standing next to me. She wouldn't understand. SHE doesn't have to do the vacuuming.

Vacuum fatality

I once said I would strangle the vacuum cleaner at work. Apparently I wasn't the only one bearing ill feelings towards that little bastard. Although I had (frequently) dreamed about it's demise, tearing it limb from limb was too violent for my tastes. Its sabotage remains a mystery, and I can safely say there is more that one person here who qualifies for a valid suspect.

It had been patched up terribly. When I went to use it, I was pulling it along thinking how remarkably light it was - maybe it was on a new diet? - when I turned to see I was just carrying its disembodied tube.
The poor thing was a mess.
A mess that it RIGHTFULLY DESERVED. But a mess none the less.

After I used my highly qualified medical skills, it was looking much better (as you can see), and it may yet live to see another day. That is, if someone doesn't torch it or drown it while Im on my weekend.
I can't honestly say I would miss it, if I came back to find it a puddle of melted plastic.

Sleep

So last night, I thought I did alot. I went out and got ingredients for a late dinner, then made it, I had two glasses of wine, watched some episodes of bleach. To me it felt REALLY late when I was super tired, and dragged myself to bed. Turns out it was 9.30.

Now, I know that I'm a sucker for sleep anyway, but being sick is just making it all backwards. This morning I got up at 8:20. Yesterday I woke up at 10 to 7am, then tried falling back asleep and couldn't.
I've always been a person to try stick to my '8 hours sleep a night' rule, and fretted about it if I lost some of my precious Z's...
But I'm usually capable of staying up late if I want.
But this cold! Man! It really takes it out of you!
I've been completely exhausted since like Tuesday, and want sleep ALL THE TIME. But since I couldn't take any time off work, I couldn't sleep off the sickness, so now I'm stuck with it.
I slept so much this weekend, and even now that my sunday (your saturday) is drawing to a close, Im STILL exhausted.
I feel even more so, if thats possible. This bloody cold is like a leech that lives in my stomach, and eats all the nutrients and sugars and carbs and ANYTHING that might possibly give me energy to make it through the day without certain death. That, and the leech makes my nose run, my head hurt and makes me cough (somehow)!

And then theres work tomorrow...
How will I even make it through that??
SOMEBODY gouge my eyes out, so I can't even have a hope of serving customers because they will be so disgusted at the state of my gore covered face that they will all run screaming, then the company will go under because there wont be any customers. I mean COME ON. Is this what its come to?

Maybe I should just break and arm or something.
Oooh or a leg, that way I can't walk around at work. With a broken arm she might still make me work - I mean, most people could work somewhat sufficiently with one hand.

Whimper*
Life's so hard..

Vacuuming

I've never wanted to murder something as much as I did today.
I'm exaughisted - mentally and physically - so, I was just making it through the day. Dragging my feet. Sighing. Checking the time every 5 minutes.
I was on cleaning today, right, no big deal. I do that twice a week. Whatever.
So I finish sweeping up the floor, and vacuuming out back. Pull the vacuum cleaner out to mid shop. Make the humungous effort to crouch down and plug in the cord - to this stupid plug underneath a rack of clothes.
I then got up, turned to walk away, and my foot caught on the cord... pulling out the plug.
That was when I just about strangled the vacuum cleaner. I picked up the cord, incredibly aware that I was squashing it in my hand, bent down and rammed it into the plug as hard as I could.
I then proceeded to angrily vacuum the carpet while I contemplated just how possible it was to actually strangle the vacuum cleaner. I mean. It needed to suck in air to work properly... If I sever that airflow some how.......
hmm..
I knocked a few bras off their racks in my rage, and stubbornly refused to pick them up. WHY SHOULD I. It was the vacuum cleaners fault.

As the anger wore off, I started to feel more and more guilty about the bras on the ground... So I went back and put them back on the racks..


Bastard vacuum cleaner ruining my life.....

Work is out to get me

Today at work, I think I gathered more injuries than I have in my entire life.

I began when I woke for work this morning, I yawn, stretch, and begin my 'getting ready' process by slowly pushing away the covers - whilst mentally cringing at how cold it is, even though it wasn't cold. I turn my head, as I start getting up and AAAARRRRRRGH FXCK.
My neck?! What the F did I do to it?
Ofcourse, I pulled muscle, which then proceeded to be painful through out the entire day while I was climbing up and down ladders every thirty seconds re-arranging stock!

It was probably my neck that caused the rest of my injuries. Or, atleast, I will blame my neck for the stupidity that caused the other injuries. I walked into a display of belts twice - causing a loverly red, purple and blue swollen lump on my arm! HORRAY.
I then proceeded to drop metal bars on my feet, bump into wall brackets, step on broken coat hangers, e.t.c.

I finally got home, to nurse my plethora of scrapes and bruises, only to find that I'm far too tired and end up crawling back in bed.

Lets do it all again tomorrow.

Work

Alright, so I'm actually typing for my shiny brand new work.
Its ... different.... going to work in the mornings. I resent work when I wake up, because naturally, my sleeping mind is furious about being disturbed and it protests violently until my waking mind tells it to shut up and pull its head in.

Im kinda of on a break at the moment... my... tutor? is onthe phone next to me, he might need the computer in a few seconds so this post could be shut off short...

Although, it looks like he might not be. Oh wait, now some more work has come in, theres a catalogue that needs changes done. Hmm. A catalogue sounds a little bit out of my depth, since I've just been fiddling around with business cards and such...

Well. We'll have to wait and see.

Ta!

Planning and Planting

Its been feeling so busy recently, life has.
It seems theres something happening in all directions - theres so many plans in the making, to be make and have yet to be made. Its this whole 'getting into the real world' crap that us now ex-students are shoved into at this time of year is no piece of cake.

I don't have it half as bad as most of my friends, which SHOULD be a comfort, but really I feel just as small and insignificant as the rest of them. But thats okay, really *everybody's* small and insignificant compared to things like Earth and the Sun!!! Not that that even matters.

So, this morning felt busy and stressful because I got a whole bunch of phone calls within a space of like half an hour. Everyone who called wanted to know something and organise something and it was just irritating because I'd only just gotten out of bed!
Admittedly... It was 10am.... A reasonable hour... But still.
And also, two of the people who called told me I had to change my cellphone answerphone message! I mean, really?
Okay, it wasn't the most professional message, and okay, it had been on there since 2007, and okay, I had been meaning to change it for a good year and a half now. But, really?

I spent the remainder of the day since 1pm cleaning the house up. I felt great about it, because now (thanks to me) the kitchens completely clean, as are both bathrooms and several bedrooms. Every single piece or washing is clean and dry and there is only one pile left thats waiting to be ironed (I might get around to it, who knows?).

I re-potted two plants as well! What gorgeous little things they are! One is some form of yellow flowering plant, I found him UNDER THE DECK (what an outrage!) because somebody had knocked him down there and not even planted him! He was withering away, and nobody cared or even noticed he was gone..
He's much happier now, all planted and watered.

I found some distant cousins of a Dahlia flower I had last year. They are happily growing in mums flower pot now, although they are unwelcome because they don't match the colour regime..



The second plant I replanted, I have named Ron. After Ronald Weasley!
I think now, that it may have been a bad idea giving him that name, because he's in a pretty bad state and he very well may die... You see, about 2 weeks ago i found the mangled remains of some kind of small plant. My retriever, Tyson, had been.. err... taking it on a 'outing' that day... Well. Today, I found the other part of the plant, the part that he'd ripped the other section off from.
Im surprised it hadn't shriveled up and died, to be honest. Its pretty much a little branch with two leaves and roots. Poor thing...
Oh well. He's not situated right outside my bedroom window so that I can monitor his progress.

Good luck Ron!

Cars and stuff.

So Ive recently tried to get myself into the car world. Meaning, that I want to just get my license and a car - just get it over with! And at the same time I want to get into the workforce - I realized that as much as I didn't... enjoy that idea... that I might as well get it over with, and in order for me to get to work on time I need a way to do that... so it brings me back to a car.

And would you believe, that I was actually really excited about finding my first car! But I'm not so excited now because every single first car that I have found and wanted had got something WRONG with it. Not like, its broken, but just that its not very safe, or its too big or something.....

This whole first car thing is hardly as exciting and motivating as I'd hoped it would be, and thats a real bad thing cause I could do with a healthy dose of motivation right now.

I found one that I absolutely love - but one problem is its a manual, which I haven't currently been learning in. This is easily solved however, because I can simply start learning in one from now on. The second and most important problem is that is doesn't have either air bags or ABS brakes which are the two requirements (Well, two most important requirements) that my dad has set for me in order for me to get a car that he approves of.

Needles and .. dead... horses?!

Alright, so I spent the day at work today (doing the usual cleaning and phone answering duties, plus cleaning out this truly HORRIFYING cupboard that could quite possibly be harboring the gates to Narnia and Middle Earth). I have gained several photo frames and a loverly vanilla scented candle from Carpet Court today - thank you!!

I have also gained a *possible job opportunity*, which I'm pretty interested in! HOPE IT ALL GOES WELL.
Id say that my day has been pretty beneficial, but I also suffered headache-itis all day and I had to have my blood test. I'm glad I got it over with...

Although, I'm pretty bummed about the woman who did it. She was foreign. And I was like "I know it might seem childish to ask.. but DOES IT HURT?! I haven't had one before! I don't even know my blood type!!!"
So she says "Yes it hurts but then it goes away".
I mean. How the F is that supposed to reassure me?!
"Yes" it will hurt???

OH well. It didn't really hurt. It was just really horrible the anticipation, and the needle was only in my arm for about 3o seconds, then she was done and she had way more blood that I thought she would have had in that time.
I didn't even get THAT dizzy or anything. Just.. really tired.

Oh yeah, I got home, and mum used another of her mental sayings (one I'd never heard before, goodness knows where she's getting them all from). She said "like flogging a dead horse".
It's when your defending or trying to talk up something that really useless.
For example, to be trying to sell a car with no wheels and an engine so rusted over that the entire car looks orange even though its painted green. Saying that its the best car ever and it rides beautifully, you can hear the engine purr when you turn it on. Then look at the car, and you can tell that the person was 'flogging a dead horse'.

School yesterday, work today, father tomorrow?

Finally, sitting in bed - I feel only mili seconds away from slipping into my dreams. Or nightmares. More likely to be nightmares - they tend to make for more amusing stories to share the next day. At least, I presume thats why my brain decided that nightmares should be a more common occurrence than dreams?
Either way, its best to just go with the answer that wont resolve in an argument. This time, that means agreeing that my brain simulates nightmares for amusement.

Yes, avoiding any argument always ends up a good thing... It is an especially good thing if the argument being avoided is with ones own brain... The brain tends to win, and one and their brain tend to spend the remainder of their lives in a straight jacket, bouncing off the walls in their foam room.

The reason I am tired is because I worked for a measly 2 and a half hours longer than the usual 4 hours. So, 6 and half hours. Thats no longer that the time I'm at school, what gives work the right to be more tiresome, huh?
Learning and stressing is far more tiring than vacuuming, cleaning and writing quote letters. Admittedly... Vacuuming a Carpet Court show room does take a ridiculously long time...

Theres just... just......

just so much carpet....

On the walls.. the floors... the shelves.. the cupboards...
*shudders*

But never the less, I got a large amount of sleep last night, and anything regained by that excess sleep has been sucked into that stupid carpert fluff and sweet corn filled Vacuum bag (The sweet corn is an advertising scheme for the ever so famous ECO STRAND carpet. Its amazing stuff, really). If your out for some brilliant carpet, just ask me, I mean. I've vacuumed all of it, surely I can tell you which ones the comfiest to walk on.
I'd know because I vacuum in socks. Some people may think thats unprofessional, but I say; What's the point in working in a carpet store if you don't even use it?


Its fathers day tomorrow too. My horoscope said that I will have trouble with someones large ego tomorrow morning... Sorry dad, looks like you've got to have some failure for breakfast. That should get your ego back into perspective for the day. Dunno where you can buy it though, and in what form? Failure and hazelnut spread? sunnyside up failure? scrambled failure? I don't know.
Gosh, if horoscope writers can tell me that sort of thing and be RIGHT about it a day in advance, then Im going to have to kidnap one of these people.

I'll write a post tomorrow and let you know if I'll be buying some chloroform and rope. I'll be needing their addresses too...
Hmm..

My day

Well, the business studies trip wasn't as bad as I'd thought, which is wonderful. I got a free mini bar of whitakers chocolate- YUMMMMMMMMM.. I ate it while I was learning about finances. They had who's whole seminar dedicated to finance, this guest speaker from asb and a beastly power point and stuff. It was all just crap I'd already learnt in class -.-
What a waste of time! But atleast there was chocolate to make it a smidge better

But onto my day tooday, I woke up after a particularly weird dream and realised I was still dead tired, so I slept in another 10 minutes. I only ended up getting up because I knew mum was coming to get me for work soon :(
Dad made my day a little bit better by making me eggs on toast for breakfast! YEAH!

It was pretty good, but the break/toast it was on was so small lol. It was like a half piece of toast.. only it was a square not a rectangle. Either way. It was nice.

Uhh I then got taken to work, It was very cold as SOON as I walked in, and mum made me light the fire.
I then got stuck straight into my vacuuming. It just didn't seem to end, its... its such a big place... filled with carpet... and theres corn everywhere (thanks to the area manager). It got about half way through and the vacuum cleaner was getting full so I opened it to change the bag - turns out the last person to put a bag in didn't do it right and it popped off. So all the carpet fur, staples and pieces of corn were in a lovely soup of a mess inside the vacuum cleaner...
After that was sorted out, I continued my vacuuming. I finished at 11:35. So that was a 2 hours of solid vacuuming! I was so tired! and my nose was running, and my headache was starting to wake up... My colds such a dick.

Yeah, well. I then proceeded to clean the entire place with spray and wipe. Then I put away carpet samples. Then I went through files and I sorted the 2009 from the 2010. Then I wrote out reminder letters to everyone who's had a carpet quote in 2010... thats alot of people..... Written from A -B

G2g!!!! Dads dinner people are here!