False accusations

My first day of annual leave, last Friday the 24th, was ruined by work. Around 2pm I received a msg stating that I (yet again!!) disobeyed instructions.
This has happened at least 3 times in the last two weeks. It's as though I do it on purpose. Like I'm a fucking 6-year-old who cannot understand the simplest of tasks. "You disobeyed instructions when...

• You moved the computer because yours was broken without first checking if it was ok: It's a computer. Get over it. Next time I need to go to the toilet, I'll first check if it's ok.
• You didn't ask for cash when given a cheque when I screwed up your wages: Who the hell uses cheques anyway?!?!?!
• You didn't process over 600 press clips properly: Uh... I did actually. At the meeting the day before your dope of a husband told me to show another girl how to run a process for those clips. I was then accused of doing it wrong, and that I should've run the process myself the day before... when we were finishing at 1pm... and I had to go through 1200 clips for another client... There was no time... And in the end it was pointless showing the other girl...

And here's a tip! Perhaps don't take on new clients, with shit loads of clips, and promise a report in THREE WEEKS!!!! 

Oh God help me.


Plus side is that Christmas is over for another year... Actually, who am I kidding? "Plus side"? Christmas really isn't that bad. I don't mind it. It's no hassle. And it happens at the same time every year, so it's not like it's completely unexpected.
But what does shit me is that everyone pretends to like each other for only one day of the year. Why can't we all get along like that for the other 364 days of the year?

I haven't been this poor in so long...

And it feels so horrible!

I have never in my entire working-life had a savings account at nearly -$100!

But it's not like I desperately need anything, anyway. I was planning on going Christmas grocery shopping this weekend, before all hell breaks lose next week. I was planning on taking my darling fiancee out for breakfast on Sunday - only because this time I don't have a cold, and would be able to taste the thick cut warm sourdough bread with lashings of butter. At least I think it's sourdough... it sure as heck looks like it.

And now I feel like a total moocher asking FH for money for a train ticket.

Having no money is depressing - especially when it seems like an eternity between pay days (it's only two weeks).

I think I've worked it out...

I find it too funny that my boss thinks she needs to justify bringing cake/lollies/junk for her staff to eat. 

"I'll just have two little lollies", she'll say.

Yeah... because you don't have three more bags at home that you didn't bring in. 

Or better still, when she's feeling generous, but not generous enough to buy the Arnott's chocolate biscuits, only the Home Brand ones. Seriously. She was counting out $50 notes on her desk before. It's not like she can't afford it, and by all accounts, she's a wanker.

But anyway, there will be plenty of time to whinge and bitch about my bosses in future episodes. This one is dedicated to my fiancee. You hear that? MY FIANCEE! Yes, that is correct, I have A FIANCEE! Someone who thinks he can actually put up with all my shit for the rest of our lives.  But I think I've worked out why I'm attracted so very much to him. After watching The Break-Up last night, he made me ever so proud when he proclaimed he could see where Jennifer Aniston's character was coming from, and that Vince Vaughn was reacting a little too extremely. 


And even better? 


"It shits me in this movie, because they love each other, but they're too arrogant to say sorry".


Wow, I truly love this man. And it was a completely serious observation - nothing about trying to sound like a S.N.A.G. because he's trying to get into my pants. Not trying to impress me with his "equal rights" views. He thought of it all on his own!

Amazing.

So I was reading my old MySpace blogs... Back at a time when I could write properly, and convey any and all of my ideas about how to change myself, my life, the people I had in my life... Which got me thinking - what happened to me that I just stopped all of a sudden? That I completely lost interest in writing, if only to myself?

My last MySpace blog was posted at the beginning of 2007, which was a huge year:

• I attended my first (and probably last) Big Day Out
• I went overseas with my BFF for two months
• and in November I met the love of my life

That's what happened! I became too preoccupied with him. This did pay off though, as we got engaged last week - a week where I was beyond happy... I could feel myself glowing... Then unfortuntely I had to go back to work.


And this, dear readers (if anyone is there at all!), is a topic my blog will concentrate on. 


I have been at my current workplace for nearly 3 years. And boy! What a 3 years! It's a small business, which I have learned not to ever, EVER work for ever again. The employers are (according to themselves) the best employers in the history of the world evar! And no one else is of this opinion. They are manipulating, overbearing, money-hungry wankers.






TBC.