As I do my best to keep up my blog this year (and hopefully years after this one), I still don't post as often as I would like, or as often as I should. Not that there's any pressure to keep this blog up to date, it probably will serve no purpose other then reminding my future self of what my life was like at this time. But in order for me to do that properly I should be posting more regularly.
This years return to my blog began with a very lengthy post of what lay ahead for me in 2012. I had started the year with a full plate that will keep me occupied for some time and since that first post 3 months has already passed and a lot has happened. At least a lot of Uni work. Because who would of thought, Uni is hard work and very time consuming.
Once upon a time when I was a 'working man' with nothing but a Job that would occupy half or most of my days I would often scoff at Uni students who said they had it tough. I would think 'how easy' Uni students got it and how they were 'always on holidays' and barely at Uni. From an outside perspective it seemed they weren't doing much. I always thought you had to be smart to go to Uni but with my friends seeming like they were always on holidays I didn't think they did a lot. I would always see people from Uni out on the weekends, or on Uni night and going to parties. And then every time I turned around they were on holidays for like a month! I used to work 4.30am most weekends out on the back dock of Woolworths, which was freezing in winter and hard work. 'Uni students don't know what tough is', I would think. And the discounts! Student prices. I would get frustrated that they got things cheaper. Just because I worked didn't mean I could always afford things, I wanted a discount too!
Now, I have a full stomach because I've had to eat my own words. Since starting Uni I've come to the conclusion that those Uni students who were always out on the town and never appearing to do Uni was either because they were bludgers and not doing all their work, or they were doing a shit load of work that I never saw them do. Either way I'm understanding that even with all the holidays you might get at Uni, they are well deserved. If your a hard working Uni student that is.
Now I go on Uni holidays in 3 weeks and have a break for at least a month and I gotta tell you I can't wait to have some time off. While Uni might not seem as physically demanding as my previous job I will say that at times it can take it's toll. With assignments always in the back of your mind it's a different kind of stress then I used to experience at Lawrence and Hanson. At L&H when the day finished I could forget about things and go home to relax. Uni doesn't stop and wait, it's always there until you complete it, there's no going home to rest if you have an assignment due the next day. And as for physically demanding regarding Uni, there's only so many late nights / early mornings or all nighters the body can handle before it wants to shut down and rest.
Now people might be inclined to argue that it's the 'working man' that has it tougher, while others will say that the 'Uni Student' has it pretty tough depending on which side of the fence they sit on. I find myself in a somewhat unique position of experiencing being a full time working man before becoming a full time Uni Student and only casual working man. Ive experienced both sides and I think I can safely say they are both difficult in their own ways. But I think that that's just life, It ain't easy no matter what your doing. And while there are times that Uni can be a bit of a struggle I would never go back on my decision to go. I'm glad to be calling myself a Uni student and I know the hard work is going to pay off.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Oh shit I'm 24!
The other day, on the 29th of April I once again had reached another anniversary of my birth. Yes it was my twenty fourth birthday. And just saying that out loud makes me feel really old. Naomi likes to comment on my age and how old I am by fondly referring to me as a fossil. Of course she is exaggerating, I'm not that old in the grand scheme of things and am only like a year and 5 months older then her.
I didn't do any massive celebrating for my birthday, but I still had a pretty great day! Naomi made me an amazing birthday brunch which was very filling but ever so tasty. After that I had work, but only for 4 and a half hours. After which I walked home and managed to catch Naomi starting to watch Kill Bill Vol. 2 which we watched and passed the time with before meeting my family at Grill'd at The Junction. Presents were kindly given and we all then enjoyed some tasty Burgers. Baa Baa Burger was my Burger of choice for the night, quite possibly my favorite one on the menu.
After we all gorged ourselves on Burgers and Chips Naomi and I went to the Charlestown Square for the 9.30pm screening of The Avengers! In 3D in the Titan XC cinema, the biggest screen in Newcastle! The movie was EPIC to say the least. Amazing special effects and cool action with a bit of humour. Take all this with some Malteasers and wash it down with a Pepsi and you have yourself a very enjoyable night at the movies. All in all it was a pretty great birthday. Next year I will be a quarter of a century! I don't know how I got so old so fast.
I didn't do any massive celebrating for my birthday, but I still had a pretty great day! Naomi made me an amazing birthday brunch which was very filling but ever so tasty. After that I had work, but only for 4 and a half hours. After which I walked home and managed to catch Naomi starting to watch Kill Bill Vol. 2 which we watched and passed the time with before meeting my family at Grill'd at The Junction. Presents were kindly given and we all then enjoyed some tasty Burgers. Baa Baa Burger was my Burger of choice for the night, quite possibly my favorite one on the menu.
After we all gorged ourselves on Burgers and Chips Naomi and I went to the Charlestown Square for the 9.30pm screening of The Avengers! In 3D in the Titan XC cinema, the biggest screen in Newcastle! The movie was EPIC to say the least. Amazing special effects and cool action with a bit of humour. Take all this with some Malteasers and wash it down with a Pepsi and you have yourself a very enjoyable night at the movies. All in all it was a pretty great birthday. Next year I will be a quarter of a century! I don't know how I got so old so fast.
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| The amazing Brunch Naomi made me |
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| Avengers Movie Poster |
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Lachlan Jordan: The Imposter
That's right, I am an imposter!
Well . . . Not really. I have not stolen anyone's identity or anything along those lines. I'm no Jason Bourne. But I am not an Australian. At least not the Australian that most Australian men are. Now I do my best not to stereotype people, but it's so difficult when a lot of people seem to fit stereotype's.
The reason I say I'm an imposter is because I don't feel I fit into the Australian stereotype that most men are. I felt like this at my old job, and at my current one. Actually, I feel this way around a lot of Australian men. You see, Aussies love their sport. Football, Cricket and Tennis among many others, we are a nation of sport's lover's. Women too. I have met women who are far more manlier then me. Not in appearance, but in their likes and dislikes. Well, mostly sport. And beer. Australia: lovers of sport and beer!
Now I have nothing against these things, they just aren't for me. I would much rather play a sport then watch it, however I have always felt funny playing sport. Ever since high school, (which had quite a few sporting types and I'm pretty sure have produced some well known sports stars, names of which I can't recall) I have felt strange playing sport. I'm not exactly the best Athlete (especially in high school), and there is always that one person who takes it all so seriously. Yes its nice to win, and yes I too would like a shinny trophy or something, but relax already will you, its just a game. I'd much rather go for a run or a bike ride. Maybe a Swim. Or play some kind of backyard sport.
Mostly though for the purposes of my thought's in this blog is more the watching of sport, and I guess the knowledge of sports stars and sport in general. I rarely watch sport on the TV, nor do I know the names of many sports stars. I might watch the Tennis (if its on at the time, but I don't really follow it religiously). And I might watch the State of Origin (Go QLD!). That's about it. Oh, and the reason I say go QLD is because I was born there. This makes it much easier for when people ask me "NSW or QLD?"
And that's it, right there really, people ask me did I watch it or what team I'm backing and stuff like that. Or they just start talking about it, or certain sports people with the assumption I know what they are talking about. But that's how it is, people assume that because I'm a fellow Aussie and a male that therefore I watch sport and that on boxing day the cricket must be on, or that I cant wait for the footy season and am going to put my tips in. And when it comes time to the truth where they find out that I have no clue or opinion on such things then there's usually a lull in conversation or an awkward moment when no one knows what to say. This is why I feel to be an imposter.
Now while I'm fully aware that I am stereotyping and that not every Aussie out there enjoys a TV sports program and that there are probably others out there like myself, but there just seems to be a vast majority of Aussie's who love their sport. Where I currently work is a good example. There are a number of TV screens at work, most of which displaying some kind of sport. It's mostly been Cricket lately. I see patrons looking at the screen's, maybe the occasional cheer or an excited "YES!" They are loving it. They know the game, they know the players, and they know who they want to win. Something I will never know, nor fully understand. I've never understood people who watch these events from home screaming at the TV at the player who has the ball (I'm talking football right now), yelling at them to "Go, Go!". (Well, actually that part I can understand). But when people bag out the players and gather around with their mates telling them how it 'should of been done'. All I can think about is well, I don't see you doing it. You sit there with your beer gut, snacking and bagging out players who 'can't play for shit', but I don't see you doing it. I don't see you out there. Why don't YOU show us how it 'should be done'. These are the conversations that would happen at my old workplace and I would have to just sit quietly, un-opinionated. Or just leave the room, which I often did.
All this sport watching (especially where I currently work in a pub) usually is associated with a cold beverage. Mostly, Beer. Beer is a mans drink. Quite possibly the manliest drink around (except light beer, light beer drinkers seem to get bagged out in my experience). This is most unfortunate for me as I don't drink beer. Apart from the fact that I can't stand the taste and I prefer my beverage's to be something I enjoy, Beer also doesn't agree with me. I've tried to love Beer. I've attempted many different types over the years but me and Beer it seems just aren't meant to be. Which sucks because it's considerably cheaper then Rum, my usual drink of choice.
Apart from the fact I don't like its taste, Beer makes me feel sick. And I'm not talking after many Beer's. I have never actually finished a full Beer in my life. It's like instant headache for me, and makes me feel sick in the stomach. It also surprises people when they discover that I don't drink beer. I usually get some kind of a "Oh really" kind of reaction. Like when people discover I haven't been following the Cricket or something, it seems to puzzle them. I guess it's hard to break free from a stereotype. I mean I am an Aussie after all, and like I said, the majority of Australian's love these things.
So this is me, Lachlan the imposter. An Australian who really doesn't care that much about (watching) sport or drinking Beer. And while I am by all right's Australian with having been born here and lived here my whole life, there are time's where I don't feel like I'm a real 'Aussie'. I mean there are people here from foreign countries who are probably more 'Aussie' then me. But that's ok, the good thing about Australia is that we are pretty laid back and generally don't give a shit what you like and don't like. As long as you are respectful to people and our country, like to have a good laugh (even at your own expense), and will have a drink with us (doesn't have to be beer), then we are pretty accepting.
So whilst I may be an imposter, and not a 'true' Aussie I can still feel at home
Well . . . Not really. I have not stolen anyone's identity or anything along those lines. I'm no Jason Bourne. But I am not an Australian. At least not the Australian that most Australian men are. Now I do my best not to stereotype people, but it's so difficult when a lot of people seem to fit stereotype's.
The reason I say I'm an imposter is because I don't feel I fit into the Australian stereotype that most men are. I felt like this at my old job, and at my current one. Actually, I feel this way around a lot of Australian men. You see, Aussies love their sport. Football, Cricket and Tennis among many others, we are a nation of sport's lover's. Women too. I have met women who are far more manlier then me. Not in appearance, but in their likes and dislikes. Well, mostly sport. And beer. Australia: lovers of sport and beer!
Now I have nothing against these things, they just aren't for me. I would much rather play a sport then watch it, however I have always felt funny playing sport. Ever since high school, (which had quite a few sporting types and I'm pretty sure have produced some well known sports stars, names of which I can't recall) I have felt strange playing sport. I'm not exactly the best Athlete (especially in high school), and there is always that one person who takes it all so seriously. Yes its nice to win, and yes I too would like a shinny trophy or something, but relax already will you, its just a game. I'd much rather go for a run or a bike ride. Maybe a Swim. Or play some kind of backyard sport.
Mostly though for the purposes of my thought's in this blog is more the watching of sport, and I guess the knowledge of sports stars and sport in general. I rarely watch sport on the TV, nor do I know the names of many sports stars. I might watch the Tennis (if its on at the time, but I don't really follow it religiously). And I might watch the State of Origin (Go QLD!). That's about it. Oh, and the reason I say go QLD is because I was born there. This makes it much easier for when people ask me "NSW or QLD?"
And that's it, right there really, people ask me did I watch it or what team I'm backing and stuff like that. Or they just start talking about it, or certain sports people with the assumption I know what they are talking about. But that's how it is, people assume that because I'm a fellow Aussie and a male that therefore I watch sport and that on boxing day the cricket must be on, or that I cant wait for the footy season and am going to put my tips in. And when it comes time to the truth where they find out that I have no clue or opinion on such things then there's usually a lull in conversation or an awkward moment when no one knows what to say. This is why I feel to be an imposter.
Now while I'm fully aware that I am stereotyping and that not every Aussie out there enjoys a TV sports program and that there are probably others out there like myself, but there just seems to be a vast majority of Aussie's who love their sport. Where I currently work is a good example. There are a number of TV screens at work, most of which displaying some kind of sport. It's mostly been Cricket lately. I see patrons looking at the screen's, maybe the occasional cheer or an excited "YES!" They are loving it. They know the game, they know the players, and they know who they want to win. Something I will never know, nor fully understand. I've never understood people who watch these events from home screaming at the TV at the player who has the ball (I'm talking football right now), yelling at them to "Go, Go!". (Well, actually that part I can understand). But when people bag out the players and gather around with their mates telling them how it 'should of been done'. All I can think about is well, I don't see you doing it. You sit there with your beer gut, snacking and bagging out players who 'can't play for shit', but I don't see you doing it. I don't see you out there. Why don't YOU show us how it 'should be done'. These are the conversations that would happen at my old workplace and I would have to just sit quietly, un-opinionated. Or just leave the room, which I often did.
All this sport watching (especially where I currently work in a pub) usually is associated with a cold beverage. Mostly, Beer. Beer is a mans drink. Quite possibly the manliest drink around (except light beer, light beer drinkers seem to get bagged out in my experience). This is most unfortunate for me as I don't drink beer. Apart from the fact that I can't stand the taste and I prefer my beverage's to be something I enjoy, Beer also doesn't agree with me. I've tried to love Beer. I've attempted many different types over the years but me and Beer it seems just aren't meant to be. Which sucks because it's considerably cheaper then Rum, my usual drink of choice.
Apart from the fact I don't like its taste, Beer makes me feel sick. And I'm not talking after many Beer's. I have never actually finished a full Beer in my life. It's like instant headache for me, and makes me feel sick in the stomach. It also surprises people when they discover that I don't drink beer. I usually get some kind of a "Oh really" kind of reaction. Like when people discover I haven't been following the Cricket or something, it seems to puzzle them. I guess it's hard to break free from a stereotype. I mean I am an Aussie after all, and like I said, the majority of Australian's love these things.
So this is me, Lachlan the imposter. An Australian who really doesn't care that much about (watching) sport or drinking Beer. And while I am by all right's Australian with having been born here and lived here my whole life, there are time's where I don't feel like I'm a real 'Aussie'. I mean there are people here from foreign countries who are probably more 'Aussie' then me. But that's ok, the good thing about Australia is that we are pretty laid back and generally don't give a shit what you like and don't like. As long as you are respectful to people and our country, like to have a good laugh (even at your own expense), and will have a drink with us (doesn't have to be beer), then we are pretty accepting.
So whilst I may be an imposter, and not a 'true' Aussie I can still feel at home
New Design
Change is as good as a holiday they say, and while I would much rather go away on a holiday (preferably all expenses paid), one of the changes I have made in life recently is the look of my blog here. I'm not sure if ill keep it this way, and I may experiment with other idea's, but this will do for now.
The inspiration for this look comes from a few area's, mostly images I have seen of apartments through various media, TV shows, an article in a GQ magazine. Needless to say I do enjoy the look they produce and if I had an apartment (and the cash), I too would deck it out to look modern, yet unique and artistic. I do like the idea of making your living space (or any space you have) your own in some way or another. It's those personal touches we add that truly make something (like a house, apartment or room) our own.
Anyway the look I have been inspired by is the integration of things such as floorboards, old brickwork and dark wooden furniture mixed with bright colours such as reds or even whites. Old school rustic mixed with the slick and modern. A collaboration of dark and bright with various textures and items that you might not think would work together, but if done correctly can look amazing. I do like the idea that you can turn a room into an artwork and give it a personality, or a little bit of your personality. Lighting also plays an important role within these designs (however I don't really have that ability here).
Here are a few images to help explain the look I'm thinking of;
I'd like to find more images, but sometimes its hard to find on Google what it is you are trying to find, especially with something that's a little vague
Although I don't know how long I will hold onto this particular look ( I think this may be the 6th design change my blog has undergone since its creation), I might play around more with idea's and looks for this particular theme. Blogger does limit me some what as to how my page will look, but I'll keep playing around I guess. I have been in a very designer kind of mood lately and it's been far too long since I have opened up photoshop. The little skill's I did have need to be refreshed, and I need to learn some new one's. In the mean time I guess this look will do. I hope you like the changes
The inspiration for this look comes from a few area's, mostly images I have seen of apartments through various media, TV shows, an article in a GQ magazine. Needless to say I do enjoy the look they produce and if I had an apartment (and the cash), I too would deck it out to look modern, yet unique and artistic. I do like the idea of making your living space (or any space you have) your own in some way or another. It's those personal touches we add that truly make something (like a house, apartment or room) our own.
Anyway the look I have been inspired by is the integration of things such as floorboards, old brickwork and dark wooden furniture mixed with bright colours such as reds or even whites. Old school rustic mixed with the slick and modern. A collaboration of dark and bright with various textures and items that you might not think would work together, but if done correctly can look amazing. I do like the idea that you can turn a room into an artwork and give it a personality, or a little bit of your personality. Lighting also plays an important role within these designs (however I don't really have that ability here).
Here are a few images to help explain the look I'm thinking of;
I'd like to find more images, but sometimes its hard to find on Google what it is you are trying to find, especially with something that's a little vague
Although I don't know how long I will hold onto this particular look ( I think this may be the 6th design change my blog has undergone since its creation), I might play around more with idea's and looks for this particular theme. Blogger does limit me some what as to how my page will look, but I'll keep playing around I guess. I have been in a very designer kind of mood lately and it's been far too long since I have opened up photoshop. The little skill's I did have need to be refreshed, and I need to learn some new one's. In the mean time I guess this look will do. I hope you like the changes
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
2012: The Year My Life Begins
They say 2012 is the year the world ends. But I think 2012 is the year my life begins. I say this because I truly have a big year ahead of me. I have goals, things I wish to achieve and this year, I'm doing something about it!
You see I myself am my worst enemy. I generally don't have enough confidence in myself to do the things that I probably should of done some time ago. And the stupid thing about that is I know I'm doing it, yet still couldn't help myself. This year is my first year at Uni, something that I probably should of been saying 4 years ago after I finished TAFE. But that word, 'Uni', it frightened me. It represented something that to me sounded so scary and difficult. What if I failed? This is not a good attitude to have, and I'm ashamed in myself for having it, but I still couldn't get passed that fear. I never considered myself a Uni student. Only smart people go to Uni don't they?
So I never went. I never even tried actually. Once I finished TAFE I got my diploma and just kept working at Woolworths. Which is fine, but I was just cruising along, happy in my safe little world. I then moved to Newcastle and got another job, a full time job as a Storeman for an electrical wholesaler. And I cruised along there too. Thoughts of Uni did linger in my mind, but I was still afraid and so I would dismissed these thoughts and keep cruising along.
3 - 4 years pass since I finished TAFE in 2007. It's now 2011, how quickly time flies. I'm still working as a Storeman for L&H and I'm hating it. Ive never hated something so much and I've never been so stressed and overworked in my life. And it was in this year, in 2011 that I started looking at myself. I thought about my passed, about where I was in life at the moment, and where I wanted to be. Who I wanted to be. I thought about all the things that I wanted to achieve and realized that I wasn't going anywhere, that I was stuck. But this time rather then mope around, complaining; 'woe is me', I decided I had to do something. That if I wanted a change, I had to make it happen, me. I realized that I had to believe in myself and take a few risks. And so that's what I did.
About halfway through November in 2011 after another terrible day at work I went home, got on the internet and applied to The University of Newcastle. There was a course I liked the sound of; Bachelor of Visual Communication Design. It would be another 2 months before I knew weather or not I was to be accepted in the course, but I already begun planning leaving my current job and what I was going to do when I was accepted.
January 2012 was a big month for me. A lot happened in just a couple of weeks. I new I would need a casual job/s whilst I was studying as well, so I set out and handed out as many resume's to as many places as I could think of around Newcastle looking for casual work. I had written a short cover letter explaining my situation, about how I was to be attending Uni and would give anything a go. In one day (I was on my holidays from work), I handed out 23 resume's to various bar's and clubs. I got lucky, and within a week I had 3 job interviews to attend.
January 19, 2012 I received a text message from the University of Newcastle, I had been accepted! It was all starting to happen. I accepted my offer, I was now a University student. All I had to do next was get at least one of these jobs that I was being interviewed for. However this wasn't the only thing on my mind. I had some other big plan's that were happening over the weekend. Other plan's that would also be life changing.
January 21st 2012, I asked the love of my life Naomi Anderson to marry me, to which I'm glad she said yes. And while it might still be a year or so before we 'tie the knot' or be able to afford our own place together I didn't let those things stop me from what I wanted to do. I love her and wanted her to know how I truly felt. Why wait for the 'perfect moment'? Or to be financially secure. Love isn't rational. I know I want to be with her forever, so I took the steps to show her and everybody else that. Like I said earlier, I know what I want, and this year I'm doing something about it.
January 23rd the day of the Job interviews. The first at The Warners Bay Hotel turned into a 4 hour trial, after which he offered me the job. The second was at Sunglass hut at Charlestown. Unfortunately I was unsuccessful here. Last interview was at the Honeysuckle Hotel, where they also offered me a job. I took the one at Honeysuckle Hotel, I liked it there better. The next day I walked into L&H and I quit.
So there you have it, the beginning's of a massive year ahead, the first steps into what certainly feels like the beginning of my life. I have direction again and am starting to believe in myself. I officially finish up at L&H on Friday the 10th of Feb. (And I can't fucken wait to get out of that hell hole!!). Ive already started my new job at the Honeysuckle Hotel and am loving it so far. And on Feb 27th . . . I start my first day at Uni. Bring it on
You see I myself am my worst enemy. I generally don't have enough confidence in myself to do the things that I probably should of done some time ago. And the stupid thing about that is I know I'm doing it, yet still couldn't help myself. This year is my first year at Uni, something that I probably should of been saying 4 years ago after I finished TAFE. But that word, 'Uni', it frightened me. It represented something that to me sounded so scary and difficult. What if I failed? This is not a good attitude to have, and I'm ashamed in myself for having it, but I still couldn't get passed that fear. I never considered myself a Uni student. Only smart people go to Uni don't they?
So I never went. I never even tried actually. Once I finished TAFE I got my diploma and just kept working at Woolworths. Which is fine, but I was just cruising along, happy in my safe little world. I then moved to Newcastle and got another job, a full time job as a Storeman for an electrical wholesaler. And I cruised along there too. Thoughts of Uni did linger in my mind, but I was still afraid and so I would dismissed these thoughts and keep cruising along.
3 - 4 years pass since I finished TAFE in 2007. It's now 2011, how quickly time flies. I'm still working as a Storeman for L&H and I'm hating it. Ive never hated something so much and I've never been so stressed and overworked in my life. And it was in this year, in 2011 that I started looking at myself. I thought about my passed, about where I was in life at the moment, and where I wanted to be. Who I wanted to be. I thought about all the things that I wanted to achieve and realized that I wasn't going anywhere, that I was stuck. But this time rather then mope around, complaining; 'woe is me', I decided I had to do something. That if I wanted a change, I had to make it happen, me. I realized that I had to believe in myself and take a few risks. And so that's what I did.
About halfway through November in 2011 after another terrible day at work I went home, got on the internet and applied to The University of Newcastle. There was a course I liked the sound of; Bachelor of Visual Communication Design. It would be another 2 months before I knew weather or not I was to be accepted in the course, but I already begun planning leaving my current job and what I was going to do when I was accepted.
January 2012 was a big month for me. A lot happened in just a couple of weeks. I new I would need a casual job/s whilst I was studying as well, so I set out and handed out as many resume's to as many places as I could think of around Newcastle looking for casual work. I had written a short cover letter explaining my situation, about how I was to be attending Uni and would give anything a go. In one day (I was on my holidays from work), I handed out 23 resume's to various bar's and clubs. I got lucky, and within a week I had 3 job interviews to attend.
January 19, 2012 I received a text message from the University of Newcastle, I had been accepted! It was all starting to happen. I accepted my offer, I was now a University student. All I had to do next was get at least one of these jobs that I was being interviewed for. However this wasn't the only thing on my mind. I had some other big plan's that were happening over the weekend. Other plan's that would also be life changing.
January 21st 2012, I asked the love of my life Naomi Anderson to marry me, to which I'm glad she said yes. And while it might still be a year or so before we 'tie the knot' or be able to afford our own place together I didn't let those things stop me from what I wanted to do. I love her and wanted her to know how I truly felt. Why wait for the 'perfect moment'? Or to be financially secure. Love isn't rational. I know I want to be with her forever, so I took the steps to show her and everybody else that. Like I said earlier, I know what I want, and this year I'm doing something about it.
January 23rd the day of the Job interviews. The first at The Warners Bay Hotel turned into a 4 hour trial, after which he offered me the job. The second was at Sunglass hut at Charlestown. Unfortunately I was unsuccessful here. Last interview was at the Honeysuckle Hotel, where they also offered me a job. I took the one at Honeysuckle Hotel, I liked it there better. The next day I walked into L&H and I quit.
So there you have it, the beginning's of a massive year ahead, the first steps into what certainly feels like the beginning of my life. I have direction again and am starting to believe in myself. I officially finish up at L&H on Friday the 10th of Feb. (And I can't fucken wait to get out of that hell hole!!). Ive already started my new job at the Honeysuckle Hotel and am loving it so far. And on Feb 27th . . . I start my first day at Uni. Bring it on
Monday, August 22, 2011
Time Is Worth More then Money
Although It's Nice to have the cash
Well it seems that I cant quite live up to the promise I made to myself and the internet by keeping this blog up to date. As it seems once again I have not posted for many months. Fortunately for this I can not get fired or yelled at for you see this is my blog, and Ill do what I want.
Today is Monday, a day that I have (much like Garfield in one of may favorite comic book hero's) begun to hate. It is the day after the weekend filled with hopes and dreams that I unfortunately return to work. I really shouldn't complain. After all many have had this routine before me, and many will still have it after me. But I'm sure anyone who works a Monday - Friday job feels the same way and who am I to go against the trend, it makes so much sense.
Unfortunately work does feel like its occupying most of my time. And while this is normal for everyone as they grow older I just wish I had more hours in the day. There is so much want to do, and sometimes I feel there's so little time to do it. I can't help but think that this feeling is aided by the fact that the weather has been pretty, well, shit lately. If its not raining I'm stuck at work missing the last few breaths made by that days sun. Needless to say I can't wait til summer and daylight savings.
Yesterday I celebrated 7 months with the most beautiful girl I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. My amazing girlfriend Naomi. We went to the movies and saw 'Friends With Benefits'. We had intended to go on a walk after, but the weather didnt permit this. So after getting rained on we went back to her place to hang out before getting some 'Grill'd healthy burgers' for dinner. You can't beat the 'baa baa burger' there. Also got two new liddle facts. Eventually. After Naomi stole them from me, lol. It has been an amazing 7 months and I couldn't be happier.
Although this post started with work and lack of time off, it will end with the thoughts of having a 5 day weekend ahead of me. Which is kind of nice. Panaho is back in the country and we are doing some much needed catching up, over some much needed drinks.
Heading down to Sydney for the day on friday and then going to an end of term party with students from NIDA (National Institute of Dramatic Art) which should be good as they might be the next Mel Gibson or Sam Worthington's of the world. Saturday will see us return to Newcastle where we will chill with TV shows, and movies like the good old days. Panaho will also get to meet my lovely lady. All in all its shaping up to be a good weekend.
I'll keep you posted on what happens.
Until then, I hope you find the time to have fun in your life. I'm starting to discover that time is worth a lot, and we really don't get much of it.
Well it seems that I cant quite live up to the promise I made to myself and the internet by keeping this blog up to date. As it seems once again I have not posted for many months. Fortunately for this I can not get fired or yelled at for you see this is my blog, and Ill do what I want.
Today is Monday, a day that I have (much like Garfield in one of may favorite comic book hero's) begun to hate. It is the day after the weekend filled with hopes and dreams that I unfortunately return to work. I really shouldn't complain. After all many have had this routine before me, and many will still have it after me. But I'm sure anyone who works a Monday - Friday job feels the same way and who am I to go against the trend, it makes so much sense.
Unfortunately work does feel like its occupying most of my time. And while this is normal for everyone as they grow older I just wish I had more hours in the day. There is so much want to do, and sometimes I feel there's so little time to do it. I can't help but think that this feeling is aided by the fact that the weather has been pretty, well, shit lately. If its not raining I'm stuck at work missing the last few breaths made by that days sun. Needless to say I can't wait til summer and daylight savings.
Yesterday I celebrated 7 months with the most beautiful girl I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. My amazing girlfriend Naomi. We went to the movies and saw 'Friends With Benefits'. We had intended to go on a walk after, but the weather didnt permit this. So after getting rained on we went back to her place to hang out before getting some 'Grill'd healthy burgers' for dinner. You can't beat the 'baa baa burger' there. Also got two new liddle facts. Eventually. After Naomi stole them from me, lol. It has been an amazing 7 months and I couldn't be happier.
Although this post started with work and lack of time off, it will end with the thoughts of having a 5 day weekend ahead of me. Which is kind of nice. Panaho is back in the country and we are doing some much needed catching up, over some much needed drinks.
Heading down to Sydney for the day on friday and then going to an end of term party with students from NIDA (National Institute of Dramatic Art) which should be good as they might be the next Mel Gibson or Sam Worthington's of the world. Saturday will see us return to Newcastle where we will chill with TV shows, and movies like the good old days. Panaho will also get to meet my lovely lady. All in all its shaping up to be a good weekend.
I'll keep you posted on what happens.
Until then, I hope you find the time to have fun in your life. I'm starting to discover that time is worth a lot, and we really don't get much of it.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Feeling Green
I had intended to write this post on St Patrick's day. I had even signed into blogger to do so. However my mate Midi came round and well there was some drinking to be done apparently. what turned out to be lots, and lots of drinking.
Anyway the passed 2 years now this day has made me feel nostalgic as back in 2009 I celebrated a rather awesome St Patrick's day with my good friend David Panaho.
See, that was us, 2 years ago. Although technically it was the day after, that Wednesday night we celebrated like there was no tomorrow. I was on the phone to him as we had not spoken in some time. This was at around 10.00pm when he asked if I had work the next day. "No" I responded. Leading him to the next question of; "do you want to go out tonight?" my answer to this would be; "Yes. Yes I do"
Half an hour later his brother came and picked me up and into town we went. Stopping first at the bank to get out some much needed cash I can recall Panaho saying; "I just want a nice quiet evening where we get, absolutely shitfaced!"
Upon entering the Victoria Hotel we made our way straight to the bar. Our first drink of the night . . . Tequila! In no way Irish, but its damn good stuff. From then on in, it was a damn good night!
Anyway the passed 2 years now this day has made me feel nostalgic as back in 2009 I celebrated a rather awesome St Patrick's day with my good friend David Panaho.
See, that was us, 2 years ago. Although technically it was the day after, that Wednesday night we celebrated like there was no tomorrow. I was on the phone to him as we had not spoken in some time. This was at around 10.00pm when he asked if I had work the next day. "No" I responded. Leading him to the next question of; "do you want to go out tonight?" my answer to this would be; "Yes. Yes I do"
Half an hour later his brother came and picked me up and into town we went. Stopping first at the bank to get out some much needed cash I can recall Panaho saying; "I just want a nice quiet evening where we get, absolutely shitfaced!"
Upon entering the Victoria Hotel we made our way straight to the bar. Our first drink of the night . . . Tequila! In no way Irish, but its damn good stuff. From then on in, it was a damn good night!
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