It’s been a while.
Reading back over my last post, it’s amazing how much can happen in the space of a month. And a short month too. So let’s have an update:
1) Loving my job
Some pessimist said ‘all good things come to an end’ and unfortunately it seems I might have just wandered out of the honeymoon phase of my job. Actually I don’t believe that, the work itself its still pretty awesome, there’s just way too much of it for one day, one week or one person to manage properly. As part of our getting ready for new ownership, the powers that be are ‘streamlining efficiencies’ which = bad news when you work in a centralised function. In the space of 1 week we went from being a team of 8 to a team of 3. Still with the same workload and goals and being the golden child, much of it has landed on my plate. Whilst I feel bad for my ex-colleagues who have joined the ranks of ex Toyota, Telstra and Qantas employees in the job hunting queue. I can’t help but think they have a silver lining in that they don’t have to pull regular 12 hours days just to keep their heads above water. On Friday night, aided with a post wine and cheese catch up with PRP, I slept for 11 hours solid. I woke up at 11am cursing work for shattering me so much that I’d missed 25% of my weekend.
That work-life balance thing has gone off kilter somewhat.
2) Tina the cleaner
Tina the cleaner still rocks my world and I’d be lost without her. Seriously one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Although she’s shifted her day to Wednesday so she can attend language classes on Thursday. Never one to stand in the way of education, I now have to be careful to make sure the flat stays nice for the weekends. Such a first world problem.
3) There’s only so much pumpkin a girl can take
I’ve had to put my organic veg boxes on hold. They just aren’t built for single people. Despite all my good intentions, I wasn’t getting through an entire box a week and found the veg didn’t keep for 2 weeks. Even when I cooked up a storm, packaged all my portions into containers and played Tupperware Tetris with my fridge and freezer, the glam soon wore off. There’s nothing that screams singleton more than coming home to an empty flat after a tough day and warming through your dinner in a plastic container. Plus every box bar one I received had at least half a pumpkin. There is only so much you can do with a pumpkin and believe me I’ve done them all and would be happy not to eat pumpkin for quite some time. Sorry Aussie Farmers, I need to take a break.
4) Fitbit Fad
I’ve stopped wearing my Fitbit. Mainly because one morning it was one too many things to remember to wear/synch/charge and I was running late. I also dawned on me this morning when I saw it lying abandoned on my bookshelf it’s just another way I have of measuring my not living up to expectation. It’s another reminder of life’s little failures: i didn’t walk enough steps today or drink enough water or sleep enough hours or burn enough calories. Enough. There aren’t enough hours in my day to keep worrying about this shit.
5) The adorable niece
She’s still my niece and by God she’s adorable in a ‘I could eat you up for breakfast, lunch and dinner with extra portions of your squidgy cheeks!’ She’s 3 months old now, smiling and giggling away and I’m officially going to be her Godmother. Truth be told, I was asked to be her Fairy Godmother and my response was such that I’d leave the fairy-ness to her mother but would nail the role of Godmother. After all, I’m not quite qualified to turn pumpkins into coaches (although that is one recipe I didn’t try!) and frogs into footmen. And I’m also a little too bitter and cynical to believe in the ‘happily ever after’. This does also mean that I’ve put ‘write a modern-day children’s book with a strong female role model that doesn’t need a man’ on my to do list.
6) Dr Northern Lass
Oh it’s sooooo going to happen. I just need to say goodbye to the next 6 years of my life. But it’ll be so worth it!
7) I want back my freedom!
The goddamn grand prix has taken away by park and block my daily commute. I have to go the long way round which should be good for my training but the diminished resources at work means I’m now doing 2 other roles across 3 different sites so my office has become somewhat virtual. It’s takes lots of planning and organisation. Two things I’m not so hot on. It’s also rather cumbersome to have to factor in a bike, storage and ability to carry stuff into the equation. Basically meaning I haven’t cycled to work since last Monday – a week ago – and man I miss it. I’m still thinking about the AirBnB thing.
8) Saving the world one email at a time
So I’m doing the Ride to Conquer Cancer. I’m still in denial that 200k over 2 days is achievable and I’ve started my fundraising. I know only too well how hard it is to fundraise in this day and age. It was my job for a good 10 years of my life. Sending out an email to your friends just doesn’t cut the mustard anymore. It’s too easy to ignore, or forget to come back to, or there’s someone else also asking. I’m trying to be creative and so I’m slowly approaching Melbourne’s entertainment industry one café/bar/restaurant/experience at a time asking them to donate prizes which will host on an online auction. The response has been slow but so far (and I’m only just getting warmed up!) I’ve got an $80 voucher for Meatball & Wine Bar, discounted tickets to the Tramcar Restaurant and free entry and high tea for 2 at Lavandula near Daylesford. So if there’s any PR, publicists or businesses out there reading and wish to be part of this extravaganza tweet me.
9) Morning person? Forget it.
It’s almost laughable I thought this was even possible. I am not programmed to even think before 10am let alone function. I do my best work between the hours of 2-8pm and when I rule the world, this is when I what I would make my working hours. The morning boot camp thing didn’t work I just ended up swearing a lot. I switched back to lunchtime PT with a new trainer who I’ve taken exactly 3 weeks to despise. She pushes me so hard I feel like I’m on the biggest loser camp. After today’s session, I actually ended up letting a few tears fall down my face in the changing rooms. She’s 23 has an unnatural hatred for food and clearly hasn’t lived yet. I’m very close to packing it all in. The only thing keeping me going to these torture sessions is that is might actually be doing me some good. I’m going to give it one more week. There’s only been an 800g shift on the scales and my diet is pretty good. My boss even suggested I get my thyroid checked as given the amount of exercise I do I should be losing more weight. I’m taking this as a backhanded compliment.
10) Not all smelling of roses
So yes, life’s not so pretty awesome at the moment. But I could live with all the above as it’s just your usual first world dramas that life chucks at your every now and again. The thing that’s pissed me off most of all and got under my skin most of all was I broke my man vow. There’s a man on the scene. He crept up and surprised me. I squeezed him into my life and I’ve got a sneaky feeling he’s an arsehole and I’ve just been played. But that’s a whole other blog post. Or two. Or three.