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.
The Financial Bit
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:
- Move into their new house with my brother in the coming weeks
- Get my car fixed now
- Sell Fluffy
- Buy a new car with a loan from my parents
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.
The work bit
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.
The personal stuff
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.
