My Brain Is Full

Yep, I know exactly how that little peanut head is feeling right now. My head is so full that if I stop for a second to think, I hear one of two things: A loud screaming noise or hysterical laughter. I'm somewhat concerned it is me making that noise outloud and everyone is too frightened to mention it.

The thing occupying most of my brain space is the fact that I've had an amazing job offer. It is about 3 steps above what I would have aimed for had I been looking, so it really is an offer I can't refuse. I am now just waiting for the paper work to come through so I can tender my resignation...

'It is with regret that I must offer my resignation. See you, wouldn't want to be you. Yours sincerely. Meredith'

I've been at my current job 5 years and with it being my very first full time position it is a somewhat scary prospect leaving as I will be terribly tempted to tell some of the f&ckbags I have had to work with over the years, exactly what I think of them and their bad dye jobs.

With my impending resignation comes the daunting task of handing over what I do now. This alone would be no small job but my time for the next 10 days is filled with the final stages of organising a 150 person conference...ummm..pretty much single-handedly. As a result I am having some serious uber rage towards delegates. Academics are proving they can't read instructions and Finance staff are learning all about the difference between GST exclusive and inclusive. Come to think of it, maybe that note at the top of every exam paper 'Please read the instructions carefully' is for the tutor and not the students.

My shoulder has been another concern but I have put the thought of that in a little wee box and put it right at the back of the top shelf of my wardrobe where I'll never find it until I am looking for my old cassette tapes. For instance if I have the sudden need to listen to Check That Out 2 or Everyones a Winner compilation tapes. Basically the x-rays showed it wasn't bone and the ultrasound showed it wasn't anything outside of the bone. I have to go for bloods and an MRI to take a peak at my bone marrow now. I'm still hoping it is just an agrophobic parasitic twin...who is wearing electrified barbed wire clothes. Um right. Did I mention I'm not getting a lot of sleep? Ok cool.

Quote of the Week Part 2

Some people drink, some people do drugs, but my vice: making god botherers feel uncomfortable.

Well actually, I love all three of the above...but anyway....

Today a sweet, funny little man from work made the terrible mistake of saying to me "Thank you for your help. Often just 2 minutes with you makes a huge difference"

I said (with a wry, naughty smile) "Ohhh, you have NO idea."

Given the speed at which he scuttled off, he should really consider entering the Christian Olympics.



P.S. Why isn't 'blog' in the blogger dictionary?

Quote of the Week Part 1

This morning a work colleague rang me to ball me out over something that was entirely not my fault although in his clouded uber rage he thought it was. I was so taken aback I started apologising for it until he said "Y'know....I don't need this stress!". It was then that something in my head clicked into place and I came to my senses.

Wait a minute....

Who the hell needs stress??

Umm...I don't? So why am I taking this abuse?!! This dude doesn't know his life is any worse than mine (heh...it totally is, but that's not the point). What a completely retarded thing to say!

He would have been better off saying... "I don't need this stupidity!" I would have at least agreed with him then.




P.S You might have noticed that I have removed my link to 'Michelle's Big OE' blog. It isn't because I've stopped loving her to bits, it is because some sad sexless f#ckbag hacked her blog and deleted all of her postings and I for one don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing anyone visit it now. Cosmic - start a new one - I'll list it as soon as its up.

PC Stands for Pussy Cat

I let my cats get away with pretty much anything. When they think I'm not watching they drink out of my glass, steal off my plate, scratch the furniture and jump up on the kitchen bench. They have the run of the house and well... are basically spoilt brats.

There is one thing I won't tolerate though. Them mucking with my computer. I hate that.

And yet that seems to be the one thing Bella wants to do at the moment. I've tried yelling at her, clapping like a tin monkey, banging the table, picking her up and putting her down on the floor (that was a fun, seemingly never-ending game) and I've even tried poking her with a (blunt) pen.

Nothing will stop her. It is a compulsion. It is like there is some sort of highly addictive substance oozing from the back of my PC.

Every time I turn on the computer Bella comes running up, jumps up on the desk and wedges her head down between the PC and the wall and starts purring like a lunatic. After about a minute she shifts and does that casual "Oh darn..I seem to have dropped something back here" arm stretch and grab thing that only a cat can do.

It is driving me bananas!!

Putting the 'Qui?' in Quiz

I tells ya...it's a young person's world except at Quiz nights.

I was at my work's biannual Quiz night yesterday and the only I reason I knew the answers to any of the questions was because I was marking.

Is there some rule that says that it isn't trivia until it is at least 40 years old?! Warrggh!

I counted a total of four questions that were designed for the young'uns'... But I had no idea of the answers. Two questions about heavy metal bands and two about hard core rappers. Clearly the quiz master thought he'd include something to appeal to the non-centurions and asked his 16 year old grandson about 'what kids are listening to these days'. Errr...not a particularly good demographic fit for our organisation buddy.

Hello? Yes, it's God, what was the answer to number 8? I was busy creating the sun, moon and stars on that day so I'm not sure...