Robert's Blog

2007

New Years Resolutions 2007:

1. Loose Weight.

Oh c'mon. Who in their right mind wouldn't have that is their number one resolution? And frankly regardless of what I have said before, I am not at my goal weight. I still need to loose the cow!

2. Floss.

Okay. Stolen completely and unashamedly from Megan's list. And frankly I will properly be just as likely to keep it as her. With these things on my teeth, I should really start making sure my dental hygiene is second-to-none (though granted I already brush twice a day, rinse with both mouthwash AND flouride).

3. Move out of the surburbs.

Preferably Port Melbourne, but I am not against anywhere inner-city & south of the Yarra. Still, get the heck out of Hoppers Crossing.

4. Stop using Potty Language.

I need to stop having such a vulgar, toilet-infested mouth. That extends to typing on the internet as well.

5. Go on a holiday overseas.

I know I have lived Overseas, but I have never actually done the entire vacation for the sake of a vacation trip either. I don't actually mind that much if it ends up being only New Zealand either.

6. Quit Safeway.

I seriously hope this will be one resolution I can at least accomplish this coming week. Still good to have it as a proper resolution. Fricking vampire job. Reclaim my weekends! It is only a part-time second job on top of my main full-time job. So it isn't like I really need it.

7. Learn a second Language

Preferable French or Spanish (the former because I did it for three years in High School, the later for the fact everybody says it is the easiest language for a native Anglo speaker to learn).

8. Invent my own cocktail.

Pretty self explaintory. And hopefully one that I can achieve!

9. Actually look for a better job.

While the main job is okay, it isn't a forever job either. Plus I may not like the fall in my income post-Safeway. Seriously I really to see myself working somewhere then there.

10.  Maintain a Work Diary

Not as odd as it sounds. Ever since receiving my first school diary for homework etc in the 8th Grade, I have been completely hopeless at maintaining one. I have a couple of weeks of good will but then the diary pretty much is blank for the rest of the year save a few pages of doodles. I have always been a person who's work diary is a bunch of notes on scrap paper and mental notes.

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Anyhoo... This time next year, lets see how many I achieve and how many I didn't. It will be an interesting social experiment to say the least.

Anyway... gotta rush... the dogs are going loco with all the fireworks.

Texting like its 1999

I have recieved so many texts in the last hour wishing me a happy new year and all that stuff. It really has become quite bothersome .

I just hope this isn't the new 21st century version of kissing a complete stranger at random to celebrate another year of Dick Clark not being revealed as a Cylon.

Frankly I prefer the tonsil hockey.

The Vampire Job

Okay some of you may know that I currently have two jobs. In all honestly I don't need the second one but I have it all the same. Back in Feb/March when I was unemployeed (urgh) I got both jobs at the same time and since one was a full-time normal day job and the other was a night-n-weekend part-time thing, I took both.

Now the day job has become pretty permament and I have developed roots there. It definately isn't a forever job, I proberly will stay at it for a little while until I finally decide to move on (or I want more money).

The night-n-weekend job on the other then has turned into a Vampire. I really don't like it (it is retail - retail sucks - sorry but it does) and basically the snob in me hates putting on a uniform. More importantly I have little to no social life at the moment because of the weird and frustrating hours they have me at.

I just want out and basically plan to hand my two-weeks notice in this week (maybe next since this week is pretty short). But the fact of the matter is I don't need it - the other job pays rather well and to me the only thing I am getting out of it is extra money. I have zero job satisfaction and I get frustrated, moody and pissy with it. It isn't bad-bad like the Planned Parenthood job I had in Portland, Oregon (that really too me can never be topped) but I don't want to waste time in a place I am unhappy in.

Now you think people would see that I am unhappy in a job and more importantly see I have another job I can full back on, they'd be supportive. But no... all I am getting is 'but it is easy money', 'you are earning so much between the two jobs' & ' you should really think about it.

Good lord in heaven. I know it is easy money and I proberly will have to rebudget once I quit, but why are people looking at the money side of it and not being supportive of me wanting to leave a place I am not happy in? Frankly it makes me feel small and childish when people say I should think it through and all the other stuff I previously mentioned and somebody who is going to turn 27 in two weeks!!!

As mentioned before I cannot plan anything on the weekends and alot of my social activities no-longer exist because I have to factor in these hours. Plus these last two days (Christmas Day & Boxing Day) have been the first two days off I have had since going to Queensland at the beginning of November for my Uncles Wedding & Nephew's Christianing. I really dislike the idea of working seven days a week. I really do need a day or rest where I can recharge my batteries and not have to put on a polyester tie *gag*.

So can you see. If anything I am at the moment more frustrated with people not being supportive in my decision to quit then the job itself. 

Plus i have seen the way the company does its employment. The sad thing is if I ever want back I could get in quiet easily - if I so choose. I just don't like the culture of the organisation.

So I just want to be a normal fellow with one job, with free weekends to hang out with friends, Thursdays for late night shopping at Chadstone or the City and going to various local committees and groups I like to involve myself it.

Boxing Day is Boozing Day

I stepped on the scales this morning and had a near fatal heart attack. After two weeks away from the gym (the Vampire Job - not my fault) and being somewhat of a little porkie (okay - thats my fault) I have put on more weight then I care to admit. Good golly.

Okay it is what I term "soft weght" (easy on, easy off) - yeah I have developed my own little terms for various types of fat and weight loss, and I should be okay if I am disaplined for a week and go to the gym (neither of which should be that hard at the moment), but still... I was making really great inroads and it is a little disheartening to myself shooting up so much only after falling off the wagon for a couple of weeks.

I went to Big W today and brought a couple of DVDs only to discover when I got home the security bar thingy was still in place for both of them *le sigh* guess that means I will have to go back to the store tomorrow. Not the biggest annoyance but I did want to watch "Dallas".

Of Spiders and Men

Why can I get a heavy duty tattoo but I still shreik like a school girl everytime I see a spider (well it was a Huntsman). I know Huntsman are not dangerous, but they are damn big, ugly and scary looking!

Feliz Navidid

My exile away from the internet is over. Sort of. I just have not had the will to do alot of netting lately.

Got some major inkwork done today as a reward to myself. It was suprisingly ouchy. Last lot I done, I didn't feel anything at all. This time it was definately ouchies. And no endorphine rush either *pouts*

I have also realised, when driving home from work tonight, I really need to flick the radio station away from Gold 104 (for all you non-Melbournians - it is the oldies station).

Plus I really need to take some new photos and post them here and on MySpace. Well photos of me where I am not shitfaced. Though granted I do look rather thin in those shitfaced photos and thus that alone makes them half-way usable.

May I also say I am obsessed with Daniel Craig at the moment. Yeah, old news I know since the movie has been around for weeks.

And am I the only one that doesn't give a mules ass about Shane Warne retiring? Now if Ricky Ponting was retiring I'd be a little sad, but you just know Warney is going to have his media-whoring personality (and Simone) in our faces for years to come.

Friday

I miss eating solid food. The braces honestly havn't been that bad other then the fact it hurts (alot) to even try and digest a soggy noddle. I had to go all the way into Moonee Ponds just to get a dentist to cut some wire that was cutting into my cheek. I suppose give my mouth a few days to toughen up and it will be okay.

Work today was just Murphy's Law x 103234646893771. I mean seriously nothing went right. At all. All day. And we had lunch brought to us today which I couldn't eat (new product - the one big benefit from working in the food industry - the powers that be are quiet generous at feeding us).

A big moth just came out of nowhere and landed on my arm. Freak out! Actually that moth is making me laugh. One teensy little moth scaring big old me. Think I will trap it in a tupperware container and re-release it outside.

The Monsters of Hallowe'en

I had the adult braces put on today.

Damn.

There goes my sex life for two years.

Had to have been Hallowe'en didn't it?

In keeping with the car theme

Did I ever mention a big turn on for me is the ability to drive stick/manual?

Don't ask me why. It isn't like it is the strangest turn on out there either!

And for the record, yes my car is stick/manual. Standard five gears (want a six gear one, but that is for a future car) and rather good at the hill starts as well!

Update to the shit/bugger/fuck post

My dad may never make a good petty crim, but after a half hour Joan Crawfording the car with a wire coat hanger, he managed to jimmy the car lock open.

So I have offically placed the bad key (which is what I call the original key - the lady I brough the car off called it that - it stuck - basically she recut it and the recut key is the good key), anyway the bad key is now on the key rack in the kitchen.

Oh Bugger me. I need a beer.