July 31st, 2006
|10:05 am - A little bit of education|
Highly regarded viewing if you simply don't know much about Israel and the current conflict.
May 3rd, 2006
|06:51 pm - Wee jobbies|
I got 95% today in my first assessment. Bundling shall haunt me for the rest of my days.
Training goes on. Our trainer has landed a much better paying job at Railcorp and his last day teaching us is Friday, so they have to fly in another trainer from Perth to finish our training.
Part of the benefits of the job is that they get us all to do a Tafe Certificate 3 in Contact Centre on the job, so I'll end up having a qualification to do with the jobs that I've pretty much had since 1997. Maybe I should make a career of it.
I am still on the general lookout for as large and as furry a boyfriend as possible but nobody has swept me off my footpaws yet. Maybe I should go to gay pubs and clubs and try to find someone that way.
April 27th, 2006
|05:56 pm - The Pooder's New Job|
Today: day 1, the first. Nice place, nice people. Training for 2 or so weeks and then lots of buddying before we go on the phones. ISP. Customer service and all that jazz.
6 degrees of separation hit me again: Patrick Prins not only works at iiNet, but he's in my team. Finally I'll be able to get my Dead Can Dance cd's back that he 'borrowed' 4 years ago.
There's also another guy that I recognise - Robert, a small bearded fellow who will also be in my team. I know him but I don't know where I know him from. I shall have to ask him and see if he knows me.
Can't get onto WoW. /grumble.
April 20th, 2006
|10:47 am - Goddamn job interview process|
Making a woof feel all nervous ... bastards.
I was finally contacted today and told I got the job at iiNet doing tech support.
I hate the nervous rush that adrenaline gives me.
February 21st, 2006
|02:23 pm - The most annoying thing in the world ...|
is trying to give a pill to a cat.
Wench has to take cortisone tablets for 10 days, half a pill twice a day. Now, she is not the easiest cat to give a pill to. There is much wriggling and hissing and scratching involved, and bleeding on my part.
People usually suggest wrapping said cat up in a towel with paws held in, so that cat does not scratch you. That's fine if you have to do it once but doing it to said cat twenty times would be a chore. Unless you value your body parts, and your sanity.
It started off pretty easily. I'd grab Wench in a headlock, force her muzzle open and pop the pill in, and keep her muzzle closed until she'd swallowed. Then I'd let her go, and find the pill on the floor. Grab, open, shove, hold, rub. Good, no pill. But she's taken to holding the pill in her mouth until I go away, and then spitting it out. Today I found a pill half on the floor and am not sure if it was from today or yesterday. So I forced her to take it again, and she went out the front. Five minutes later I find ANOTHER pill half. I'm not going to force this one into her in case I'm over dosing her. She'll get that one tonight.
Damn cats. I love her so but she is such a bitch.
February 17th, 2006
|06:46 pm - Wench back home!|
Wench is back from her 3 days at the vet. No major problems or diseases but old age is slowly creeping up, and she has joint pains that may be caused by an infection. (She's 9 years old which is middle age for a cat.) She'll be on cortisone tablets for a couple of weeks to help her sore joints. She's still a bit tender when she pads around.
Just then I was sitting with her out the front and she was sunning herself on the sun-warmed bitumen of the driveway. Audrey (Jacqui's kitten) was playing Tiger in the Grass, pretending that nobody could see her sitting in the long grass at the fence, and Bax came over from across the road from his day's adventuring to play with Audrey a bit and say hello to myself and Wench. Then Jacqui came home and we brought them all inside for a feed and a cuddle.
It's good to have my Buddha Pooder home again.
Current Mood: grateful
January 31st, 2006
|08:18 pm - Catharsis|
A long overdue entry, indeed. November was my last one. Frankly, not much has really happened in my life since then, but I'll talk about it anyway.
Furry has become a small adjunct of my life, where it used to be a huge chunk. It's different with all you Americans and Canadians. You go to cons and see each other in RL all the time, I can't do that. I did come to a couple of cons and met some people, and I feel my behaviour at the time was a bit questionable, and I haven't wanted to come back since 2001. I certainly won't come back until Bush is out of power. You people live in a goddamn police state.
I don't feel close to anyone in the furry community anymore, apart from a couple of people on Taps who seem to still enjoy my cuddly furry company.
I had been playing a lot of World of Warcraft. I had good friends and great guildies. Recently things have taken a turn for the worse and my guild seems to be breaking up. For the second time I have been made guild leader (previous was Horde Down Under). People seem to like and trust me enough to give me their guilds, I don't know why. I certainly don't do anything good with them. HDU flew apart but that wasn't because of me, they only stayed because of the guild leaders. Guilds need strong leadership and right now I don't feel that I can provide that.
My life for the last few months has been a shocking mess, probably the worst it has been for a good long time. I have been a complete recluse, staying in my bedroom and sleeping constantly. I want nothing to do with the outside world, it can all get fucked for all I care. I don't want anything to do with any of it. I'm utterly lazy and directionless and feel like crap. I don't want to work. Work is this nightmare thing that you grind through 8 hours a day doing stuff that you basically don't want to do, and that just eats my soul up. But my problem is, I don't know what I want to do with my life. So I don't know what sort of job to get. Maybe I'm more of a things-person than a person-person. I like working with things more than I like working with people.
I might go and do the public service entry exam and see what happens.
I wish I had more spiritual friends to talk to.
Current Mood: crushed
November 18th, 2005
|04:37 pm - Notes to self|
Last night (or 12:?? this morning) got my hunter to 60. Sent faulty memory in for RA replacement, will have it back within 1-2 weeks.
November 16th, 2005
|11:27 pm - Ram it!|
One of my 512 meg dimms is chock full of errors. The other two are alright and I will run more testing to see if I still have hard drive problems.
Thank you for your suggestions.
October 16th, 2005
|02:12 am - The things you think you want|
I woke up halfway through my sleep cycle, feeling quite thirsty (thank you, diabetes) but also feeling a bit sad, and broken. So I stayed up, and decides to go and buy something to drink, and wonder why I felt this way.
I find that I usually do things, to be happy. It's rare that I'm simply happy from detachment, or nothing in particular. I usually chase and pursue happiness like it's an attainable goal, something I can grasp, but it often seems to elude me. I'm sure a spiritual master would wisely pontificate, "What do you need to be happy? Nothing." Glib? Maybe. But I think we chase reasons to be happy, things that once made us happy, and we try our very best to repeat those events and wring the happiness out of each moment, and it all seems a bit sad, and unfulfilling. Most people are content, but few are simply joyous, for no particular reason.
So I tried undoing myself, instead of doing something, to find happiness. I went to counselling. I found grief that I was able to let go of, which made me feel better. I got more glimpes of do-nothing happiness and they made me happy. I realised that one of the reasons I didn't have a partner (not the sole or only reason) was that I simply wasn't putting in much effort to find one. Should I have to? Should a partner simply fall in my lap? Will merely having a big, furry partner be satisfying, in and of itself? Don't know the answer to that one. I'll tell you when I have one.
Oh, and one of the reasons I am still pondering quitting my course is that it isn't making me happy. But it could be useful, and I am pondering returning on Monday. There's now only five weeks left, and it does give me something to do of a day, rather than sitting around playing yet more World of Warcraft.
Speaking of which: I finally got my Breastplate of Valor. This gives me a sense of achievement, and fleeting happiness. I like achieving goals, and this is an achieved goal. One of the reasons I like playing mmorpg's is the character advancement gives me a sense of achievement, but most of the other games (AC, EQ, DAOC) were too flawed or not the right sort of game for me. Another thing that I like doing is working on my own rpg, which I attend to from time to time, adding new ideas and modifying existing ones. It would be nice to have it made, one day, but one thing I realise from programming, is that I'm not a gutsy coder ... I like to design a framework and a system that works, rather than building the nitty gritty. Shame that the system subject in my course is so fucking irrelevant and boring. It's all about making databases. Yawn. That's not what I'm after.
Wench and Bax are still recovering from their recent scuffles. It seems a feral cat or neighbourhood possum got into scraps with both of them. Wench had a bite on her side which abcessed and had to be drained of pus, and Bax got bitten on his footpaw and hobbles around on three paws, cutely. Glad I have a credit card or it would have been impossible to pay the vet bills.
I'll probably go back to bed now. Epics in WoW await me.
Current Mood: gruffulent