Friday, March 26, 2010

Time

I never seem to have enough of it lately! I've been a slack blogger I know. I just finished a big project that will hopefully let me:

1. get back to the gym - haven't been for the past 4 weeks; &
2. blog more regularly.

THE PIXIES rocked Festival Hall. I dunno how many of you out there are into the Pixies, but they were pretty much the anthem of my 20's, & I still listen to them at least once a week. We had tickets on the floor so were pressed up against sweaty bodies from all sides. Loved it. Most of the crowd were my age or older which was pretty funny. My neck is only just recovering from throwing my head about.

COMMON SENSE has not been very common at work of late. I swear (a lot), that everyone is looking at work like a holiday at the moment. I heard on the grape vine that 2 of our staff members sat at a job on milk crates for 3 hours yesterday, waiting for an order of concrete that they hadn't even ordered. I can't express in words or even expletives how fucken pissed I feel at that. We don't want a work culture of "big brother" but fuck me dead. There are numerous other examples I could tell you about, but I wont bore you. It's all very well to say we need to get the right people on the bus, then put them in the right seats, but when there's no-one at the bus stop, then it's a bit bloody hard. There is a trades shortage don't ya know!!

SPIDERS: I think Wilbur has made his way back into the office. Initially we thought it was another smaller spider & named her Lucy, but he/she seems to have unfurled itself & is looking much bigger than when it arrived. Now it's Wilby-Luber.

MOTHS: speaking of bugs, I looked up at the container of porridge in our pantry last night & noticed stuff "moving" inside it. Bloody Tupperware. The lid while appears (& is) on properly, if you squeeze the sides of the container, air goes in & out through the lid seal. I have a colony of mothy things living in my oats, which are now all in the bin with the bugs.

FOOTY: I was gonna bang on about G Abblet, but can't be arsed expressing my frustration & I really need to get back to work. I hope he stays & announces just that soon.

TIME: to get back to work. And have another coffee.

Have a great weekend Peeps!

I just remembered what I was thinking about blogging about earlier this morning - words/expressions. I remember asking my 9 year old niece something last year - her response, off the cuff was "I'll have to check with my Peeps & get back to you". Of course I cracked up laughing & every time I use/type or hear that expression (peeps), be assured I am giggling on the inside. Juvenile? Probably. Care Factor? Nil.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Visitors

Like many people, I usually blog at work. Work has been extremely busy, hence lack of blogging. Work is still busy, but Plumbing Boy (who's office is directly behind mine & he can see over my shoulder; damn glass window!) has gone out to look at a job. So here I am.

We went away for the long weekend to the seaside town of Port Fairy (also the place we stayed last year when we got hitched) to a music festival. Artist of the Year this year was indigenous performer Archie Roach. His wife Ruby Hunter had died suddenly 2 weeks prior & the funeral was on the Thursday just before the festival. Archie was born 5 kms from where I grew up, both of them were part of the stolen generation. I feel saddened about what they missed out on, but curious about the heritage I've missed out on.

Instead of the CD launch concert, an impromptu gig was held in memory of Ruby. Shane Howard (Goanna), Amy Saunders (Tiddas), Troy Cassar Daly, KerrieAnne Cox, Andy Alberts & a couple of others performed an amazingly moving concert. It was unsure as to whether Archie would make it to the festival at all firstly due to the circumstance & secondly as the funeral was in South Australia.

It was announced at 2pm on the Sunday that Archie would attend & perform the Artist of the Year concert & accept his award. I felt a bit odd about going to see someone perform who was obviously in distress, but figured a full house would be the best honour to give to both Archie & Ruby. It was a humbling experience. Tears flowed freely on stage, but he tried to draw strength from everyone who was there to support him. Archie is an amazing human being. I don't think there was a dry eye in the house.

NB. The pictures in the media have been released with the families permission.

When he first spoke, Archie announced that Aborigines don't deal with death very well. But then again, he said, neither do many cultures. He went on to explain that when the first Aborigines died, they just didn't understand where they'd gone & that they'd shut down the whole community, no-one in, no-one out for several months trying to figure out where the person had gone. He said he was grateful for the other cultures that had come to his land to help his people deal better with death.

Like I said. He is an amazing man.

On to less important matters.

We have had visitors this week. Look away if you don't deal too well with arachnids.




This is Charlotte. She was in Plumbing Boy's office when we got to work on Tuesday morning & has been wandering the wall since. Today she came right down behind PB's chair & I think has wandered off behind the book case as I can't see her any more. I was trying to check out her legs with out getting TOO close if you know what I mean! They looked a bit stripy, but more that one segment is hairy & the next smooth. PB gave me a little magnifying glass to use, but that would have bought me a little too close.........

Wednesday morning her (larger) mate showed up.




We haven't named this one! Not sure if the bigger one is the girl or the boy! He hasn't moved really. He'd be about the size of my palm including legs. Our staff are very wary of them! One of the plumbers freaked out when he saw them this morning - very observant as he's been in PB's office talking to him every day this week & not noticed until this morning! One apprentice wants to hit them with bug spray - although he did take photo's on his phone to scare his "mrs".

I'm not terrified of piders, so while they are just hanging out on the wall they can stay. BUT, As soon as they start jumping or wanting to sit on my shoulder, or turn into bird eating spiders I will be asking PB to escort them out of the building!