Meme
What I was doing ten years ago:
Back in 1995 I had just started high school and was enduring the most anguish-filled years of my life so far. My school was academically the best school around, but also had this sort of underground-drug-dealing reputation that was known to everyone from ages 12 to 18, but which every parent was blissfully unaware of. I had very few friends and was teased mercilessly about…well, anything people could think of! I stayed at that school because it was better than any other school around. Eventually I found my niche (away from the drug dealing) and everything worked out for the best. It seems like so much more than 10 years ago….
5 years ago:
I had a dead-beat boyfriend and a dead-end job and enjoyed getting very drunk on Friday, Saturday (and sometimes Sunday) nights with my best friend.
1 year ago:
I had my current job, current boyfriend. Actually, come to think of it, not much has changed since then!
Yesterday:
I started work at
5 snacks I enjoy:
Only 5? How unfair! I’m a compulsive snacker. I must be eating at all times of the day.
5 of the best would be:
1. Apricot Pies – yes, contrary to popular belief a pie is not an entire course of a meal - a pie is a snack!
2. Smiths Original chips. Only crinkle cut because I don’t believe in smooth chips
3. Raspberry drops from ‘Suga’. Heaven! Absolute Heaven!
4. Any kind of dip with Arnott’s Savoy biscuits
5. Weston’s Quattro Biscuits – all that chocolate and caramel and nuts and biscuit *drool*
5 songs I know all the words to:
I know the words to almost any song you can think of. Unfortunately, if you asked me to sing a specific song, I couldn’t, because I don’t know the names of the songs or the artists who perform them. If it’s on the radio, I’ll sing along. I like to sing loudly in my car on the way to work. It makes the trip a little more interesting.
5 Things I would do with $100 million:
1. Buy things. That may sound obvious, but I really like to just go to the shops and buy whatever I feel like as I go. Last week I went shopping for shoes for work and bought 2 pairs of jeans and 3 knitted tops. No shoes.
2. Go overseas to the places I want to see. Not the generic places that people go because that’s what everyone does, but to the places I want to go because they sound nice. (see next question for which places they are)
3. Buy things for my friends and family. Everyone would do the same if they had that much money to spend.
4. Buy a house
5. Buy my 2002 model HSV GTO
5 locations I would like to run away to:
1.
2. The Greek islands.
3.
I can only think of 3. I don’t really have any great desire to travel, let alone to run away.
5 bad habits I have:
1. I’m impatient – particularly with people who aren’t as quick to learn as I am
2. I stay up too late watching trashy tv and then run late for work every morning because of it
3. I take extra long showers even though we’re on water restrictions (sort of)
4. I eat junk and do no exercise
5. I’m bad at keeping in touch with people
5 things I like doing:
1. Eating. I like eating A LOT.
2. Sleeping in – not actually sleeping, but being in that half awake half asleep state where it feels really good to know that you don’t have to get up in the morning.
3. Buying things (I may have mentioned this already)
4. Surfing the net. For whatever reason – I like it.
5. Trivia night at the pub. Lots of drinks & lots of fun!
5 things I would never wear:
1. Hot Pants
2. Skinny leg jeans
3. A beret
4. More than 1 ring per hand
5. One of those ponchos with all the tassels.
5 TV shows I like:
1. CSI – all of them, but the original the most
2. Desperate Housewives
3.Who’s Line is it anyway? – Funniest show ever made, imo.
4. Law & Order SVU – Only SVU because the original is awful without Lenny
5. Last Man Standing. A great Aussie show about a bunch of Blokes.
5 Biggest joys of the moment:
1. Playing with my niece and not having to stay awake all night listening to her cry
2. Being right near the end of two massive projects at work than have consumed my life for the last 6 months
3. Warm winter food
4. KJ getting a big payrise – meaning we can buy our house sooner
5. Spending 2 weeks house sitting in the suburb where we want to buy our house
5 Favorite toys:
1. My Car
2. My Computer
3. My PS2
4. My Niece
5. My new Printer
A Blog About A Work (and a Body) Function
On Friday we had an ‘End of Financial Year Luncheon’ so we could celebrate….well, the end of financial year, obviously. It was at a very expensive waterfront restaurant. We had their function room booked and when we arrived the place looked as though it were set up for a wedding party. It was very romantic with white linen on the table, large, graceful golden candelabra’s with white candles burning quietly amidst sparkling white place settings. In the corner was a bottle of champagne and two glasses amidst a mass of white flowers and a fire was crackling soothingly at the back of the room. So romantic! A very romantic dinner for 20…
After waaaaaaay too many drinks amidst all this beauty and charm we ended up in the main bar having a very disturbing conversation about the benefits of colonics. Our resident health Guru gave us a blow by blow account of his experiences in having his colon flushed. That was pretty much the
After this incredibly enlightening/disturbing conversation we decided to move on to another bar. Don’t let the pictures of the smiling young women on the website fool you – there wasn’t a person in the place who was under 28. Except for me, of course. After being looked up and down by 30 or so men who were old enough to be my father, I decided to call it a night.
Very disappointing for a work function – usually they involve a lot more booze and a lot more fun. It was strange to be getting in a taxi at
Spiro, My Man
Can we talk about embarrassing moments for a second here? About horrifically embarrassing moments like the one that I had today?
Let me start from the beginning.
If you were to meet a guy named Spiro, what do you imagine he would look like? Imagine this ‘Spiro’ is a tradesman of sorts – let’s say a printer fixing tradesman - Just hypothetically, of course. And, hypothetically, if you were to ring this man named Spiro to fix your printer, and the person who answered the phone had a very thick Mediterranean accent, what would it lead you to believe he looked like.
Well not to seem as though I’m a stereo-typer – but to me, Spiro the tradesman with the heavy accent would be mid 40’s-50’s with a large nose and thinning hair. I apologise to every guy named Spiro out there – but that’s just how my brain works. Since I’m already sounding awful, let’s just say that a bit of plumber’s crack peeking out of tracksuit pants wouldn’t have surprised me either.
My printer broke today. Er….my hypothetical printer broke today…….
Anyway, I’m not going to get started on the fact that my piece of S$#t Xerox printer now requires a replacement part that is worth more than the damn printer itself. I’ll save that rant for another day.
I got a phone number off the side of another printer in the office for a guy that fixes laser printers. The guy’s name was ‘Spiro’. So naturally - as I am pre-disposed to do - I imagined that the thickly accented man that I spoke to on the phone was a large nosed, butt-crack showing middle-aged man in tracksuit pants. Sorry Spiro’s of the world – but that’s how it happened.
A bit after lunch I got a call from reception that Spiro was waiting out front. I headed out there expecting to meet a man that could be my dad – and came face to face with a man that could be a model. He was young. He was hot. He was Spiro the printer man.
I was dumbfounded to say the least.
So I took him to my office and blah blah blah, fixing printer boring boring…. Until about 20 minutes later when he realized he had run out of some printer-fixing chemical that looked suspiciously like water (mostly because it was in a water bottle) and he had to duck out for a second to get some more. He left, and naturally, all the girls in the office came together to discuss what a hottie he was an what a travesty it was that his name was Spiro. The idea was tossed around that maybe he called himself Spiro because it made him seem more attractive when you actually saw him and realized he wasn’t a bald middle-aged man, and then KJ showed up, to make fun of us all for checking out the hot printer fixing man.
Things all went downhill as I headed back to my office and KJ yelled out “Where’s Spiro the hottie”…..RIGHT AS SPIRO WALKED IN THE DOOR.
Imagine a fire engine on fire. That is how my face went. (Remind me to discuss, at a later date, how bizarre the sentence “that is how my face went” is.)
Busted.
Spiro pretended not to hear, but he can’t have missed it, because no-one misses the sound of their own name. That’s why we have names. Not to hear people checking us out, of course, but so that we will notice when people are trying to gain our attention.
I stuttered some ridiculous things, managing to sound like a complete fool and practically buying a new printer off the man in my effort to appear nonchalant about the whole thing.
How can I be sure that Spiro heard that I’d told everyone he was a hottie?
Because he didn’t charge me for the service on my printer, but asked for my email address and promised to send me a quote in the morning instead. I have spent all afternoon being taunted by my co-workers about Spiro the hot printer guy who will be contacting me tomorrow to sell me a printer I don’t want because I’m so horribly face-burningly embarrassed by the fact that I was busted checking him out.