Hi everyone,
Sorry I’ve not blogged in ages, my life has been hectic and kind of shit. Between work dramas and finding time to have a life, it’s been a little hard to maintain a proper and effective blog. I’m currently writing this from my phone in bed, because I’m thinking about revamping the whole site. The current url will be replaced, along with most of the blog posts. Essentially, though, watch this space!
I haven’t blogged in a while, and there are a few reasons for that:
First, it is so much easier just to throw a tweet together with the random GIGO world we now live in.
Second is about time management, mostly that I have managed to spend my time doing other things, like Presidenting and shit. For the past six weeks I’ve been acting in a second Presidential role which has helped keep me extra busy.
Third is about anonymity, which is much harder to maintain when you want to bitch about your job when you don’t have something which is really obvious that you do. How many PG Presidents could there be in Sydney? I don’t mean this in the way that many will be familiar with Grog’s Gamut, just that I sometimes say more than I should and it can easily be traced back to me.
Anyway, I’m not quitting just yet, but I have been put in an interesting position and I want to write it out to see what people think. One part of this is financial, and the other part is work-related.
So, where I live at the moment is brilliant, and my car is awesome. But, after the accident I had a few months ago driving a friend home, I have been struggling to get together the money to pay for the repairs, let alone pay to keep everything running. It’s put me really a long way behind the eight ball, and Fluffy is not getting to retirement. I was in the awkward position in Perth recently of being fairly short of a dime, and had to call my Father for a bailout, which I haven’t done in years. This set off more than a few warning bells, and I knew the time had come to face facts. I have decided, on consultation with my parents, to:
This means I will be living at home for probably about a year to get back to fighting fit for the financial world, which is going to be a little sucky, but given that my Father has become a better person in the time since his retirement in May, I am happy to suffer some of these slings and arrows. It is likely that I will have the house still with just my brother at my birthday, so I suspect a house party might be in order, and I will save a lot, and I mean A LOT, of money by doing this, even if it costs me a little sanity.
So, I’m in a job I love two thirds of. The work I do in representing is the most awesome feeling I have ever had, and I seem to be fairly successful in negotiation and dealing with people. However, I sincerely dislike dealing with my fellow Councillors, who make me feel like shit a lot of the time. I have been elected to this role until June.
Over the last week, I was asked to consider taking on a different role that would involve more representation work and less dealing with shitty people. Well, still dealing with some shitty people, but in a different capacity. However, this position begins in January, and it is impossible to do both jobs for an overlap period. So, I guess, I have to decide whether to stay or go. If I don’t take on the new job, we’re not sure who will take it on. If I do take on the job, I’m not sure who will replace me. Mind you, I’m currently torn between worrying over this and just saying “fuck you” and walking away.
On top of all this, I have been in a fairly awkward position with some men recently. I kinda fell madly in love with a boy from Perth when I was in Wollongong. I went to Perth last week, and part of my trip there was to pursue Perth Boy. Saw him once, had a lovely time. Saw him a second time, was having a mad awesome time, and looked like we were about to move into “second base” when he says he’s been sending out mixed signals and just wants to be friends. Then takes me off to a friend’s place where we watched TV, I took it careful and didn’t flirt more, tried to be friends, etc… only to be completely shut down and now he’s not responding to my messages. It put rather a sour spin on the whole trip, and I ended up coming home depressed.
I do have another gorgeous boy I want to pursue, and he lives in the markedly closer Adelaide, but all I want is a man to crawl into bed with me for cuddles and who leaves me alone most of the time. I need the physical closeness, so a friend with benefits, essentially. I am not in the right place by any means to do a real relationship, particularly if I take on the new job which involves excessive (and relationship-poor) travelling.
I dislike it when there is no clear solution for my problems, or when people don’t stick to the logical plan I set forward. It’s simple, guys, do what I want you to and just know that I am always right.
He tried, no, really, he was very trying. Of course, he should have taken a break, and the apocalypse really wasn’t the right time to pop into work to try and finish that review of the Coursework Rule…
Baby Jane was sucked into a hole in the time-space continuum, forever rendering her a baby. During the last 1990s, she was returned to her parents, long since deceased, and was raised by Vampires in a cemetery. She successfully staked Edward for her hundredth 1st birthday, earning her the title of queen of the rugrats. From here, World Domination was assured, especially as continued by hosting many successful Twilight-burnings. Eventually, however, the world was doomed to an end, her comeuppance landing unexpectedly on her lap, literally. It turns out she was deathly allergic to cats, and pussy caused her to choke. She passed away in 2009 at age 1.
Hi All,
Sorry for the blog neglect. I promise to be blogging again soon!
In the meantime, here’s a quick poll 
Janek
It’s a hard role, because it’s not like you’re President of the world, you’re just some guy who has to deal with the shit. He has had some good wins, but I would say he’s doing a fair job.
Yes, I’d even tell you that I loved you, but only if you sat on my face and said you loved me too
Hmm, there are so many ways I could go with this.
I don’t regret much. I don’t regret the time I spent with Dan for the most part. I don’t regret doing many of the things I have done. I have had short-term regrets, like buying something worth more than I can afford or doing something stupid, but I really try to take the crests with the falls, and realise that not everything is going to be perfect. There is only one perfect world… a world of me!
