Pondering at work...

Location: Sydney, Work office (trying to not mention where I actually work in case I get into trouble for beetchin')

Waiting for a phone call to have input into an appraisal (come on, John, hurry up and call...) - third one for the night. I've tried to get them all in on one day to minimise disruption.

Work is a bit boring at the moment. I really don't like the client office. It is so dreary. The work also is not overly exciting. I'm experiencing a bit of a lull and Pete is in an unusually cheery mood (which, I am sure, will not last very long). So I'm attempting to slack off a bit. Not that it is working since it is now 8pm and I'm still in the office. On the other hand, I haven't actually done any work since 3pm.

Actually, life is a bit boring at the moment. Which is why I put my hand up to go to Russia. We won a big job there in Energy and they seem to be in a dire need of native speakers. I said I'm interested, but not sure what the job involves (waiting for the same John as above to call me).

I wonder if it is me and I have a very short attention span or if it is lifestyle driven - where I become puzzled when I have extra 10 minutes to spare that I previously didn't. There seems to be not much happening from the work perspective (apart from more of the usual) or on personal level (zip, nothing, fark all). I wonder if it is the latter that is really the gap. It is possible that I rely on my job to provide all the stimulation and excitement.
That actually seems very likely. So the next question, do I seek further excitement through work, or do I drop it and try to find stimulation in personal life...

Hmmm....

is it sunday??!

I am very very puzzled as to what just happened. It would appear, based on a calendar, that I have just slept through Saturday... Literally.
I remember going to bed on Friday night, after a rather strange B'day party at Eurotrash, and then I wake up to find that it is Sunday morning. Do these things happen to other people??!

So yeah... I am very confused. There goes my weekend... :(

nearly there...

Location: Client Office, Pitt St, Sydney

Nearly there... Nearly airport time... I have not been home for nearly 2 weeks and it worries what I am going to find in my room. I have a suspicion that I have left over breakfast there when I left 2 weeks ago. I wonder what life forms have procreated there. Perhaps I could donate them to Nozbo for study. There could be a scientific article in that....

I think my highlight of the day so far is the discovery of the root of my current obsession with hedgehogs. I've traced it back to "Hedgehog in the Mist" (Yozhik v Tumane) animation I used to watch back in Russia.

http://www.answers.com/topic/hedgehog-in-the-fog

http://hedgehoginmist.narod.ru/

What can I say? I'll just put it out there. I love hedgehogs.

Quite tired today. Had a big prioritisation workshop yesterday, drinks with client, dinner with Martin (can't believe his last day is this Friday - another one quits...), trying to squeeze out a baseline for Peter Burns, drinking 3 shots in <15>

4.5hours until airport... Bring on the work... Not (nearly passed out in the 3 hour meeting this morning. *sigh*)

monday, oh monday...

Location: Client’s office, Pitt St, Sydney

Ahhh. Monday. Another day in the office. I am over this particular office. There are no windows. I feel claustrophobic. Only artificial light. I can’t even tell what time of the day it is by looking outside. Monday 9:20am and I’m so ready to go home.

Weekend was ok. I slept and read in bed. My idea of heaven. Ahhh.

Anyway, I thought I was inspired to write something. I was wrong. I think I need to pump myself full of coffee first…

In sickness and health...

Ah the misery of sickness - it is wonderful how it overshadows any other problems that you may have. If you were spending your whole weekend worrying about one particular problem, once another, a bigger problems pops up - it is amazing how the other, former, problems goes "poof".

Ended up going home at 3pm after 2.5hour meeting (I though I was going to pass out!) and have been hassling room service ever since. Have had soup, salad, tea with lemon, complained about the coldness of the room, got them to bring me a heater. I think I'm going to need more tissues...

Other than that, have nothing else of substance or not to share...

And yet another day...

Location: Sydney, Four Seasons Hotel

State of being: Sick, cold and unimpressed

Plans for the night: Work work and more work (baselining... yay!...)

Well, it's been a long day - having started at 5am when I woke up to the sound of my alarm with a nasty head cold. It was only yesterday that I was wishing that I would get a nasty, infections but very non-life-threatening virus that would require me to stay at home.

Instead I got a plain, run of the mill head cold that makes my life miserable for a week but gets no sympathy vote from anyone. And certainly doesn't justify my staying at home.

*Sigh*

Karma - it must be...

I am still confused by the concept of having a blog. I mean, personally, I doubt anyone is going to read mine. However, even writing the entries kind of presumes that you are interesting enough for other people to read about your life. It's a bit weird and more than a little voyeuristic. Yet, it is also strangely therapeutic - almost like having a diary (which is probably archaic these days) except leaving it where other people can find it...

Hmmm... Yes...

My other thought for the day was - WHAT IF, I give up the "career job" and my love life remains as miserable as ever? At least this way, I can live in denial and tell myself that "it's not me, it's the job". What if it is me? Do I risk finding out? Can I do a quick test before I commit to a path in life?

Of course, these line of thinking was prompted by the fact that things at work turned out to be not as bad as I thought last week... and, again, I'm finding myself getting sucked into it and thinking "6 more months"

Man... Where ARE my bags?!?! I've been waiting for almost 30 mins - have gotten changed into a robe, had a power nap, checked email, surfed the web, ordered room service AND written a blog. (and of course, already made an impatient phone call to the reception...)

They must be storing them in parramatta dammit!

Oh yeah - and other news...

Denya's here - Woooo! Just not for very long

Resolved: too look for a new job & a new date... Not in any particular order but maybe I'd have more of a chance with the latter once I resolve the former... Hmmm. Besides, no rush. Johnny Depp is still taken.

Parents: still in Russia. Actually - no, they just got to London.

Nightmares: involve mean unreasonable clients and excel spreadsheets...

Friends: don't see them very often...

Interests that have no chance to do anything about: dance, martial arts, reading, yoga, meditation, italian and men...

Work, work and work...

I contemplate my life on this fine (and what should be a "lazy") sunday afternoon, I come to a unsurprising revelation that my miserable existence revolves around my crappy job (meanwhile I hope to god none of my co-workers stumble upon this blog...). When I should be hanging out at the gallery, reading a book, sipping on a latte or having a nap (most of you know my priorities hehe) - instead I'm madly typing away on a spreadsheet full of crappy data and trying to link it to another spreadsheet, also full of crappy data (it is just NOT going to happen - job manager, buddy, you were in DENIAL). Dealing with clients is normally quite stressful. Doubly stressful when either your job manager or your OIC is nailing you from behind. Triply so when the client doesn't want you to be here and in fact, wants someone else to be there who worked on a previous job. Quardriply so when your OIC rolls over and lets them have what they want (without telling anyone else what is going on).

Far out, hey.

I wonder if anyone will notice if I don't turn up in Sydney tomorrow. Maybe I'll catch some sort of small and nasty but non-life threatening disease that will prevent me from boarding the plane. Maybe someone will call in with a threat. Or maybe Qantas will go on strike...

*Sigh*

Me not in happy place.

Oh yeah - and my love life.... - WHAT love life... ?!?!? I can't even remember when I went on a date... *Scratch head* For all I know, it was last year... Hurphm!

What else can I whinge about....

Oh yeah some co-workers are insensitive gossip-mongers with over-inflated sense of their own worth.

Phew... I feel better now... I feel like I have vented. Well maybe a little bit. I tell you, I'd feel a lot better if all those problems magically fixed themselves or otherwise went away. I don't need any more personal growth this year. I've grown enough. I want my physical body to catch up with my mental age now.

And man do I need a holiday....

same sh1t, different day

28 June, 2006

same sh1t, different day

Hmmm. My very first "blog" entry. How exciting. Still haven't quite came to grasp what this blogging thing is all about. Is it like an online journal? A diary? Seems a bit exhibitionist. Or do you just use it to share opinions about stuff?

Anyway

Life as a corporate slave is not fun. At all. Working working and more working. It is 11pm and I'm contemplating doing a couple more hours of work - and this is after finishing work at 8pm. Ah. Might look for another job in my spare time (HA!)

Anyway - enough of this - back to business it is...

Censorship - WTF?