tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64697047927717969182024-03-13T13:00:36.534+11:00Everyday musings.Kasia Kiełbasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858410968150350097noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469704792771796918.post-60956415315444780692011-03-30T13:55:00.003+11:002011-03-30T14:08:11.662+11:00So much heartache<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When we first got our dog, Delilah, in May 2009, the second night my thoughts were "what the hell have we done?" She was constantly piddling on the carpet, and chewing up shoes, and getting into paint tubes... Our fault really, as we should've put that kind of stuff away. She was the last of the litter when we bought her from the Puppy Centre in Ringwood - cowering in the corner of a dirty pen, sitting on wood shavings. It was a god awful sight. Slowing, but surely, as she matured she became so obedient. <u>No one</u> has ever said a bad word about Delilah. She is a beautiful dog, with a beautiful temperament. Which is why I want her back so badly. After Monday's adventures with her "sister" Gerty, and the outcome of that, I really want her back. After finding out she's not hiding, or dead, in any of the surrounding backyards, my hopes are high again. I know she's out there. I know someone has taken her. She is so friendly that I don't know how anyone could not take pity on my beautiful girl. But that's just it. She is our beautiful girl. We raised her. We trained her, and taught her everything she knows. She runs to the oven when the bell rings. She'll stare at the microwave as I make popcorn. She'll come into the bedroom in the morning, and see if FH is awake.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I need her back.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So badly.</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The house is far too quiet without you and your dancing at the back door, Delilah. And Samson is starting to miss you too. He also misses Gerty (RIP) .Who else will show him who's boss now?</span></span>Kasia Kiełbasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858410968150350097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469704792771796918.post-30363924792714101112010-12-29T09:17:00.000+11:002010-12-29T09:17:44.815+11:00False accusations<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">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...</span></span><br />
<ul><li><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">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.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You didn't ask for cash when given a cheque when I screwed up your wages: Who the hell uses cheques anyway?!?!?!</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">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...</span></span></li>
</ul><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And here's a tip! Perhaps don't take on new clients, with shit loads of clips, and promise a report in THREE WEEKS!!!! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">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?</span></span>Kasia Kiełbasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858410968150350097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469704792771796918.post-51985487346018041602010-12-17T13:59:00.001+11:002010-12-17T14:03:04.741+11:00I haven't been this poor in so long...<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And it feels so horrible!</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I have never in my entire working-life had a savings account at nearly -$100!</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">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.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Having no money is depressing - especially when it seems like an eternity between pay days (it's only two weeks).</span></div>Kasia Kiełbasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858410968150350097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469704792771796918.post-47420399419375562092010-12-06T13:22:00.001+11:002010-12-06T13:27:25.607+11:00I think I've worked it out...<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I find it too funny that my boss thinks she needs to justify bringing cake/lollies/junk for her staff to eat. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"I'll just have two little lollies", she'll say.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Yeah... because you don't have three more bags at home that you didn't bring in. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">And even better? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">"It shits me in this movie, because they love each other, but they're too arrogant to say sorry".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Amazing.</span>Kasia Kiełbasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858410968150350097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469704792771796918.post-15646956413660193242010-12-03T10:12:00.000+11:002010-12-03T10:12:34.292+11:00<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">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?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My last MySpace blog was posted at the beginning of 2007, which was a huge year:</span></span><br />
<ul><li><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I attended my first (and probably last) Big Day Out</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I went overseas with my BFF for two months</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">and in November I met the love of my life</span></span></li>
</ul><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And this, dear readers (if anyone is there at all!), is a topic my blog will concentrate on. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">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. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">TBC.</span></span>Kasia Kiełbasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02858410968150350097noreply@blogger.com0