I have always assumed that I would live happily ever after. Unlike most versions of the fairy tail ending, my happy ending would be by myself. Content with a dog, a growing garden and a lot of good books. I do not deny that most individuals that i have contact with cause be to become frustrated and fake. I choose my friends carefully and those who I call friends are all really fantastic people. I love so many of their qualities. These people who I can easily highlight their qualities are far and few between. put bluntly, most people have a tendency to bug me.
It is because of all this that when I found my Gus early last year, I was as surprised as my family (who intimately know my faults) to feel like I could spend my future with him...and I'm ecstatic about it.
Now that the wedding date and location is settled, we have begun the process of looking over magazines and picking up ideas about what we would like.
SMALL. after casually flipping through the glossy pages I feel overwhelmed over the size and flashiness of the pictures and exotic locations. It comes as no large surprise that young couples and their families need loans to cover the day. Hundreds of guest with open bar, doves flying off into the air, flower structures scattered throughout the venue. And these are just the 'low-key' occasions. It all seems a little crazy to me. One day and you begin your life in debt...all so the guest can enjoy some fantastic food.
I have never been someone who is easily pushes about by the external pressure of society. I have no desire to prove myself to others whom i have no love for. Saying this I'm beginning to feel that if I don't have four bridesmaids trailing me down the isle I will be forever shunned. What if we don't invite all our friends - will we be in the 'bad books' from then on in? These demanding questions are what is on my mind instead of the move important ones including where to go for our honeymoon.
I am excited about the whole experience although a little daunted about the planning. I am sure of it will flow smoothly over with only massive expansions of size and guest. I have been told that this is OK because it is not just our day...it is our friends and families day as well. They can all join in with our celebrations and provide us with there heart felt warm wishes for the future. Well that and so they can relish in the free drinks and enjoy a quality, no charge, hassle free meal.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Work boredom
What to do, what to do?
This weekend I have had all night shifts which on most occasions are fine. I work as a casual receptionist at a local hotel here in Albury. It is not the most glamorous job but it allows make my way through uni without to much financial concerns.
This week, being the Australia Day weekend we have been amazingly quite. My eight hour shift seems to never end. The first time I looked at the clock today once I had begun, eighteen minutes had just ‘flown by.’ I’m now two hours into the shift and still crazy bored. I have completed all tomorrows’ preparation, filled ever printer, fax and photocopier with paper, placed maximum staples in all the office staplers. Hmmm what to do now?
I fill enormously guilty about doing nothing (as that is what I’m doing) and getting paid for it but I really don’t know what else I can do. I have been personally delivering all requests to rooms and going beyond what I need to make the guest happy. I’m just trying to fill in each minute…Only five hours and fifty-six minutes to go now. Oh look at that. I have wasted a whole four minutes so far just jotting this down.
Please let it end.
This weekend I have had all night shifts which on most occasions are fine. I work as a casual receptionist at a local hotel here in Albury. It is not the most glamorous job but it allows make my way through uni without to much financial concerns.
This week, being the Australia Day weekend we have been amazingly quite. My eight hour shift seems to never end. The first time I looked at the clock today once I had begun, eighteen minutes had just ‘flown by.’ I’m now two hours into the shift and still crazy bored. I have completed all tomorrows’ preparation, filled ever printer, fax and photocopier with paper, placed maximum staples in all the office staplers. Hmmm what to do now?
I fill enormously guilty about doing nothing (as that is what I’m doing) and getting paid for it but I really don’t know what else I can do. I have been personally delivering all requests to rooms and going beyond what I need to make the guest happy. I’m just trying to fill in each minute…Only five hours and fifty-six minutes to go now. Oh look at that. I have wasted a whole four minutes so far just jotting this down.
Please let it end.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
bitching and backstabbing...
Is this not a sport for the school playground? I completely understand the logic behind why people participate in this cruel activity. In those naive years of ones life, fitting in and belonging is esstential. When threatened or isolated, the survival mechanism of making those around us kicks in. In a small way, we lift our own social standard slightly by decreasing another's.
Having given and received my share of bitching, I have always assumed that with age this behavior would cease. I thought the hassle of fitting in would disappear when the pool of individuals who we are able to communicate with grew. With age, we longer have the desperate need to feel "apart" of a certain group. The groups we can join with age are endless and the choices are all ours. Not determined by the size and location of the school, or the external factors which are more important when younger
Having considered this and dwelling on the matter intensely, I have come to the conclusion that, humans like to bad mouth others humans! Instead of an adolescence playground sport, age just varies the environment. Whispering under teacher's monotone voices has moved to gossiping over coffee before the next meeting. The sport of bitching is still a highly participated game in the work force.
At no intersection does bitching cause positive interaction in the workplace. Those hungrily feeding upon the backstabbing are (in my experience) lazy, unmotivated and restricting the growth of the work team around them. Those who are resisting the urge to spread hideous rumors often avoid working with know culprits of the cruel games played. This creates a team who are non-cohesive, each side resisting the other. Result - unproductive, unhappy and an uninviting workplace.
Maybe it is my naive view on society and its members which cause me to think that the sport of back stabbing and bullying should only be associated with the school playground. Maybe my next job will open my eyes wider to the "real world." More positively, maybe my next workplace will have a group of homogeneous workers whole strive for honesty, respect and small touch of empathy, openly communicating with knowledge being spread; maybe. No one enjoys people talking about them, with this in mind why does anyone do it?
Another social mystery unsolved...
Having given and received my share of bitching, I have always assumed that with age this behavior would cease. I thought the hassle of fitting in would disappear when the pool of individuals who we are able to communicate with grew. With age, we longer have the desperate need to feel "apart" of a certain group. The groups we can join with age are endless and the choices are all ours. Not determined by the size and location of the school, or the external factors which are more important when younger
Having considered this and dwelling on the matter intensely, I have come to the conclusion that, humans like to bad mouth others humans! Instead of an adolescence playground sport, age just varies the environment. Whispering under teacher's monotone voices has moved to gossiping over coffee before the next meeting. The sport of bitching is still a highly participated game in the work force.
At no intersection does bitching cause positive interaction in the workplace. Those hungrily feeding upon the backstabbing are (in my experience) lazy, unmotivated and restricting the growth of the work team around them. Those who are resisting the urge to spread hideous rumors often avoid working with know culprits of the cruel games played. This creates a team who are non-cohesive, each side resisting the other. Result - unproductive, unhappy and an uninviting workplace.
Maybe it is my naive view on society and its members which cause me to think that the sport of back stabbing and bullying should only be associated with the school playground. Maybe my next job will open my eyes wider to the "real world." More positively, maybe my next workplace will have a group of homogeneous workers whole strive for honesty, respect and small touch of empathy, openly communicating with knowledge being spread; maybe. No one enjoys people talking about them, with this in mind why does anyone do it?
Another social mystery unsolved...
Sunday, July 13, 2008
why are we complaining?
“Welcome to Albury city, the heart of the Murray.”
The main street of a relatively large country city must have a lot to offer…on the contrary it seems. Two liquor stores hold solid, dominating the blockes situated either side of the Albury’s main street entrance.
Recently the citizens of Albury have been able to purchase alcohol from yet another liquor chain newly opened, offering lower prices then those recommended.
‘First Choice’ is the new outlets brand – arousing images of importance, necessity, essentials to living. Instead these images are flooded with bottles upon bottles of wine, sprits and endless slabs of beer. Is it correct to be advertising alcohol as a number one choice? Should it been at the bottom of the list of wants? Maybe ‘47th Choice’ would be a more appropriate name.
Through the celebrating crowds, the dense covering of balloons, the local radio station on location set-up, and free sausage sizzle a couple exit the store with a prized trolley and child in tow. Four slabs of Carlton beer make the trolley hard to efficiently move. These slabs are set off beautifully by the two large Bourbon bottles placed in the trolley’s child seat, taking the prized position.
This can not be sending the couples child quality messages, who has been displaced from there trolley position and now struggling to keep up with its parents pace which is being fastened by the pull of the overloaded trolley.
Such high celibration are not seen with every store opening, so why are we holding ballons when a cheap alcholic beverage store opens? How do we control binge drinking when prices are low and acess is easy. The problems occuring on Dean street at night are cause by drunk people. Should the council have allowed another supplier to hit the street of Albury when council is continously taking action to reduce the violence on the streets.
"Come to Albury… we supply alcohol at low and competitive prices. Please, shop again soon.”
The main street of a relatively large country city must have a lot to offer…on the contrary it seems. Two liquor stores hold solid, dominating the blockes situated either side of the Albury’s main street entrance.
Recently the citizens of Albury have been able to purchase alcohol from yet another liquor chain newly opened, offering lower prices then those recommended.
‘First Choice’ is the new outlets brand – arousing images of importance, necessity, essentials to living. Instead these images are flooded with bottles upon bottles of wine, sprits and endless slabs of beer. Is it correct to be advertising alcohol as a number one choice? Should it been at the bottom of the list of wants? Maybe ‘47th Choice’ would be a more appropriate name.
Through the celebrating crowds, the dense covering of balloons, the local radio station on location set-up, and free sausage sizzle a couple exit the store with a prized trolley and child in tow. Four slabs of Carlton beer make the trolley hard to efficiently move. These slabs are set off beautifully by the two large Bourbon bottles placed in the trolley’s child seat, taking the prized position.
This can not be sending the couples child quality messages, who has been displaced from there trolley position and now struggling to keep up with its parents pace which is being fastened by the pull of the overloaded trolley.
Such high celibration are not seen with every store opening, so why are we holding ballons when a cheap alcholic beverage store opens? How do we control binge drinking when prices are low and acess is easy. The problems occuring on Dean street at night are cause by drunk people. Should the council have allowed another supplier to hit the street of Albury when council is continously taking action to reduce the violence on the streets.
"Come to Albury… we supply alcohol at low and competitive prices. Please, shop again soon.”
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