The return of the PUMAS!!

You know what I love? Well, other than fish so fresh it’s still moving when I eat it, people who try to make their work sound equally as sucky as mine is.

There’s a guy who totally cracks me up at work because he’s hell-bent on trying to make it seem like he actually does something. I know for a fact he does very little other than surf the net and play with his ipad, but on the rare occasions that he actually does something, he turns into a drama queen.

Today he came over to my desk, with his hands on his hips and indignation all over his face, ready to tell me about his latest work woe,

“I tried to download the application form and I couldn’t! And then, get this, I had to call the place and get them to send me one!!!”

O.M.G. I could barely restrain myself from consoling the poor guy.

Except… I was too busy re-routing 53 cargo containers leaving from 3 different ports and going to 8 different ports in 3 different countries, while fielding calls from aggro customers, writing apology letters, trying to get the totally fucked computer system to do what I wanted it to do, answering the phones (because the reception chick had gone out to buy a muffin or go shopping or do whatever the hell she does when she goes awol) and generally just melting into a little soggy pool of stress.

Yeah.

I sure there’s something wrong when a guy gets paid much more than me for doing much less than me, but I just can’t manage to put my finger on it.

But no-one ever said that life was fair did they? My whole problem is that I just give a damn about things way too much. I’ve really got to learn to stop giving a shit and just do my job in a really half-assed manner like you’re supposed to do.

I’ve got another week of pineapples up my ass sideways a.k.a pumas, and then the logistics guy comes back. I’m thinking seriously of just not turning up for work next time he has holidays.But nah, there’s some part of me that would never allow myself not to turn up. I hate my anal tendencies….

So anyway, I spent my Friday night playing angry birds on my ipod with M. He really got into the swing, or should I say catapault of things, and was flying through the levels. I’m a big fan of those non-thinking kind of games like bejeweled, zuma, and my new favourites, angry birds and fruit ninja.

Remind me to tell you next time about that fabulous moving fish I ate in Japan.

Extraneous

Hi.

Not sure if you remember me, but I used to blog here.

Yeah….

That person.

Anyway, the reason I haven’t been here is due to nothing more than the simple fact that I’ve been on an unconscious drive to whittle things out of my life that are extraneous and don’t result in me (a) earning money or (b) getting epics lewts.

And yes, that was a mother of a sentence.

A few months back I stopped reading. Then I stopped listening to music. Then I stopped blogging. Gradually I’ve been cutting back everything that was ‘extra’ in my life and just focussing on the task of going to work and getting through the day.

I thought that maybe when I got used to my job, I’d fall into some sort of rhythm and my job would stop being the thing that my life revolved around, but it hasn’t. It’s been six months now and I face every workday with a dread I haven’t felt for quite some time.

And I so knew that this would happen. I really should listen to my gut feelings more and I really, really should ask more questions during job interviews. Questions like, “How many aggro calls from aggro customers will I have to field in one day?”, “How many hours of unpaid overtime will I be required to work in a week?”, “How much slack will I be required to pick up for other people who either don’t rock up for work at all, or spend their entire workday texting?” and of course, the most vitally important, crucial question that absotively posilutely must be asked,

“Have you guys ever held a chook raffle?”

(unfortunately, you may need to be Australian to appreciate that one…)

I don’t just want to write blogs that bitch about my work because I spend enough time in my head already doing that and so I’m left with a dilemma….what to blog about?

I could blog about the fact that when I purchased a new packet of panty liners the other day, they had bits of trivia printed on the wrapper… and btw, did you know that Fred and Wilma Flintstone were the first married couple to be shown in bed together in prime time tv or that brontology is the study of thunder?

Or I could blog about the fact that I finally took the ipod touch that I bought back before Christmas time out of its box and discovered how awesome it is….I can send email and make video phone calls on my ipod people!!!

(yes, I know I’ve been living under a rock.)

Or I could blog about the fact that I sent 14kgs of stuff home that I bought in Japan and the only food items we have left are some curry roux and seaweed.

But then I think, “Yeah, I could write about it and then what?”

And so I don’t.

And the days go by, and the weeks go by and the months go by. And it just doesn’t really matter.

And it’s winter and that totally depresses me enough as it is. There is something fundamentally wrong about having to wake up before the sun rises.

I suppose I should think about what I’m doing with my blog, but you know what? I’m just tired of thinking.

More than anything, I hate to read blogs where people do nothing but whine, so I figure I’m doing the community a service by not writing yet another blog that whines.

So on that whiney note, I’ll shut up now.

From that person who used to blog here.