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[05 Jul 2008|10:36pm] |
What would make a better name for a band?
* The Great Bear Styles
* Sexual Tyrannosaurus
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| Office politics wot¿ |
[02 Jul 2008|10:00am] |
Dude who can't copy paste (or use Excel, Word, the scanner, the fax, the coffee machine....yeah) also doesn't know how to write letters. So, yesterday he asked me to create a form letter for tenants detailing parking spaces etc. Not really a problem or a big deal or anything. When I finished and asked him to look over it at my desk (since he was at my desk for some other reason already) he says, "Just email it to me and then I'll send it to [bosses] as mine."
Wait what¿
Yes, he did seriously propose to claim my work as his own.
So, I emailed it to him...and CCed the bosses for review. So he can't claim he wrote it now. He didn't say anything about it.
The only thing I don't like so much about the promotion (takes effect in August, I am training now) is that I will be working with this guy even more now. Which really just means I will be doing his job a lot more often.
The thing is, he isn't a mean person or a jerk or anything....he's just massively inconsiderate, incompetent, and probably just thinks that I do good work so I should keep doing his work because it makes things better for everyone when I do it. Not to mention it makes his job a lot easier.
Good thing about the promotion is that my job will be much more clearly defined, so if he tries to foist his work on me I can just point out that I have MY job to do.
On a completely unrelated note, I get to play my guitar this weekend. In front of other people.
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[30 Jun 2008|04:48pm] |
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Yesterday, I was at the Supanova Pop Culture Expo (with free tickets) for about half an hour. It was excruciatingly dull, so much so that I felt sorry for the people who paid money to get in. The highlight for me was noticing Jewel Staite sitting at a table behind a back-the-fuck-off-this-bitch-is-a-celebrity style of rope divider. You had to queue to see her and I don't care enough about anybody's celebrity to warrant standing in a line. From the outside of this impenetrable roped fortress, for the briefest moment, I took a gander at her. That was only until I noticed she was looking back at me, the leering Australian with a sense of debauchery surrounding him. As our eyes met we made love for the first time and for the last time. She was okay, I was superb. The entire expo would have been a waste of time if not for that completely one-way and yet possibly (note: not very likely) shared moment of fantasy.
My escapism has socially ethical boundaries but they're not very clearly defined.
Today I met with Judeebee for tea in Cottesloe. There is such a different atmosphere in that suburb. So many pensioners were walking around, a contrast from the typical Mt.Lawley area I'm used to. We (by which I mean, she) bought some blueberries (that I gobbled half of) from a health shop afterwards. Blueberries are expensive! They're good but these dried ones weren't that good. I've actually been out and about a lot recently. Miraculously I'm managing to not buy food whenever I'm out. That being said I do have an insatiable desire to go to Flipside, Levant Cuisine and a few other places that I haven't visited in a while.
and now a moment from the dictionary:
(sometimes the example sentences in dictionaries make me snort with laughter)
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| The Stolen Earth |
[29 Jun 2008|11:09am] |
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♡(≧∇≦) ... (´･д･`) .... o(ﾟДﾟ)っ ...... o(*>д<)o !!!!!!!!!!! (＃｀Д´)凸
Related: I hate cliffhangers!
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| Yes, I've posted this before. |
[29 Jun 2008|11:32pm] |
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| I AM A HORRIBLE HUMAN BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEING! |
[29 Jun 2008|11:08am] |
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Not entirely. I just felt like saying that.
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| Look at me, ma, I'm a cowboy! |
[28 Jun 2008|01:47pm] |
I am discontent!
And I was doing so well, too. Maybe I really do get PMS, hurr.
I'm trying to write stuff, I have words written down, but none of them form anything that could even be excused as a story and I feel like the biggest fucking fake in the world despite the fact I'm trying now. The fact I've stopped talking about it and am attempting to DO IT and I still suck is what is making me go >:| at my computer screen.
It's not the quality, it's the quantity. I wouldn't mind if I had a few pages of stuff requiring massive editing, but all I can produce are random sentences with no context. I seem to have constipation of the brain, possibly caused by numerous hang-ups shoved somewhere dark and unspeakable.
Soooooooooo if I got a suppository and pushed it all the way into my ear without taking the metal wrapping off, all my problems would be solved!
In a manner of speaking. (Drill, drill, drill!)
There was more to this entry but it devolved into a rant about musicians and kemonomimi and I had to edit it because it was too inflammatory and nonsensical. Which is saying something.
Also, someone just posted a picture to a certain gallery titled Wierd Enimies. [plaintive 'nooooo']
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[27 Jun 2008|11:23am] |
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+ shopping for nothing in particular
+ finding a fantastic lemon tart at the tea & coffee merchants
+ lunch with friends
+ buying a psp
+ eating take-away lebanese last weekend
+ spreading chilli jam on toast
+/- accidentally putting premium petrol in the car
+/- figuring out new bank accounts
+/- changing health insurance payments
+/- tracy bugging me to make a trifle for her
+/- boxing old university notes
- not being able to fix my beard trimmer
- reading grammar books that push christianity on children with no subtlety whatsoever
- being dion's personal banker
- still fucking waiting
- getting chilli jam in my eye
While going through a quintillion old messages, I realised Toni didn't get a call until about a month before she had to leave the country. There is a timeline breakdown of what to expect on the website and now I don't see any reason for them to contact me until I am allocated to a province. I don't really know what is going on, I'm just wading in a stream of non-information. I could call them but they're always so ill-prepared to receive calls from people.
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[26 Jun 2008|06:47pm] |
Crazy side effects + bond money nonsense + bad Chinese food = eruhgh
I'm still happy! I think I may puke is all.
EDIT: What is this "No network support for messages" shit on my new phone? If I've gotten fucked over by my service provider I'm going to go a-punching
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[25 Jun 2008|09:50am] |
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I don't like coming home to an empty place.
I fed the fish.
blarglefarblewarble
Good things happening at work. I'll be being replaced in a few months, but that is because they are moving me up to bigger and better (paying) things.
Love is good. I like it. Except when it makes me lonely. Even then I like it, actually, because it exists.
I'm not hungry.
I'm sad but life is fucking fantastic. Fuck.
Yeah.
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| Things I'd like to talk about sometime |
[22 Jun 2008|10:38pm] |
* The crazy Nirvana fan on the bus when Frocto and I went to see The Incredible Hulk
* The aforementioned movie (I'm looking forward to a movie franchise based on American comics. What happened to me?)
* Space Adventure Cobra episode 14: I Saw Porn Like This On deviantART Once
My brain feels more 'with it' in a lot of respects than it used to. Oh, man, it feels really good. Kicking uni to the curb for a bit and changing medication seems to have an positive effect. I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm cured of whatever it is I have, but I feel more coherent than I've had for months.
What to do now? Let's see... There's an anthology with a deadline at the end of this month I want to try and enter. I've also got to follow up on whether there will be a 'game pitch' competition at Nullarbor this year and if so I want to have a crack at it. And there's GP, though I haven't heard anything about it recently and I'm still not entirely convinced I have anything to contribute to the whole thing. It's all very vague--hell, the Nullarbor website doesn't even clarify if they're holding a competition or just a demo party. (Programming + art = demo; art + web design = usually bad idea)
(GO3's website is up and they have some conference guests; it looks like it's all areas I have no personal interest in. I screwed up every opportunity I had last year. Sigh. Oh well.)
Add to that all of my personal pet ideas and the crap I've promised other people... dear me.
Whatever, I'm getting some sleep!
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[22 Jun 2008|09:04am] |
The GHM Fanmeme
If you know anyone who's played Killer7 or No More Heroes and would be up for such nonsense pleeeeeaaaaaaaasseeeee plug this to them
Why yes, I am working up the courage to crosspost this like a crazy bastard, why do you ask? (crosspost = plug in the community I own and operate)
Let's go try this real estate agent thing again
EDIT: Well, the real estate agent fails at keeping their opening hours updated on their website. I took the opportunity to do some shopping and found a bit of understatement that amused me:
( Click for photo )
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