Thursday, December 16, 2004
Post-resignation
Normality. That's what post-resignation feels like. Nothing has changed, I'm still working, and I have 6 working days to go... I still get in at (approx) the same time every day, still do my job, still organise stuff as though I'm coming back to work after Christmas. And still not feeling as though this is it. I am, however, looking forward to Monday morning being the last Monday morning!
Friday, December 10, 2004
End of an era
And today, it has happened. My first official resignation. What fun!
Resignations are weird. Why do you have to give notice? Does anyone do any work in their last two weeks?! The company know you want to leave, so why can’t you just leave when you want to leave?
Hmmm… and how do you write a letter of resignation? Google, the ever-present fount of all cyberspace wisdom has the answer. Or answers, as the case may be. You can write blunt letters, you can write disgruntled letters, nice letters, soppy letters, and basically any kind of letter you want.
So that’s it. I googled, I typed, I resigned.
Holidays, here I come!
Resignations are weird. Why do you have to give notice? Does anyone do any work in their last two weeks?! The company know you want to leave, so why can’t you just leave when you want to leave?
Hmmm… and how do you write a letter of resignation? Google, the ever-present fount of all cyberspace wisdom has the answer. Or answers, as the case may be. You can write blunt letters, you can write disgruntled letters, nice letters, soppy letters, and basically any kind of letter you want.
So that’s it. I googled, I typed, I resigned.
Holidays, here I come!
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Abuse by neglect
And having realised that I have ignored my poor blog for nearly a month, I feel I must apologise to it.
Dear blog,
Please accept my sincerest apologies for ignoring you the past (nearly) month. I realise that no excuse is acceptable, but that our relationship can only be rectified by my being more attentive to your needs. Please forgive me - I hope that this will not hinder any ongoing friendship or future communication.
Sincerely,
Suz
Dear blog,
Please accept my sincerest apologies for ignoring you the past (nearly) month. I realise that no excuse is acceptable, but that our relationship can only be rectified by my being more attentive to your needs. Please forgive me - I hope that this will not hinder any ongoing friendship or future communication.
Sincerely,
Suz
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Off to see the librarian...
I'm about to head off to the State Library! Woo! I haven't been there for years... I love the domed room on the first floor - you can hear someone scratch their nose on the other side of the room. 'State Library of Victoria'
Today
Suz's quote for today is as follows:
It is never too late to give up your prejudices.
If you happen to know who wrote this, and the title of the book, I shall be very impressed. I shall also be very impressed if you own the book. Who pays $170 for a book?!
And I am currently listening to:
'Big Daddy Weave'
It is never too late to give up your prejudices.
If you happen to know who wrote this, and the title of the book, I shall be very impressed. I shall also be very impressed if you own the book. Who pays $170 for a book?!
And I am currently listening to:
'Big Daddy Weave'
Monday, November 15, 2004
Mission for the future... Part II
And day three, the fun begins... The morning is spent preparing our tents for the activities for the next week - decorating, tidying up, fixing tent poles and ropes that have loosened from the day before. Some of the more regular (and bolder!) kids pop around for a quick look to check out how it's all going, for a bit of a chat with some of the team, and just to watch us all in action. In the afternoon we start preparing for the GT (Get Together) concert that will be happening that night... The excitement builds as we all start gearing up for the inaugural concert - how will the turn-out be?! Some of the first-timers have no idea what to expect, but even the veterans still have the buzz of excitement coursing through them as 7.30 arrives and the "curtain" goes up... The music is bright, not to mention the clowns, the jokes are witty, as is the puppets script, the drama leaves you challenged and the serial (i.e. soapie) always leaves you asking for more... For many the evening has ended, but for some of the older age teens, the fun is just starting - hot milo and some friendly faces are more than happy to talk and/or listen to those who show... The first night is always the most interesting - the facade of being "cool" and not being too involved is clogging the air - but that soon breaks down as some of the regulars let down some walls and help the atmosphere to lighten a little... The night draws to a close, the team heave a sigh of relief, and mentally prepare themselves for the following day - the first full day of program.
Friday, November 12, 2004
Mission for the future...
Sweat gathering on the forehead, sunscreen-smeared dirt on every visible surface of the body, a team of 70-odd keen (generally) young-uns brave the elements to erect a campsite which will be their communal home for the next two weeks. This band of enthusiasts were mostly unknown to each other before joining the "mission for the future" that is team Tidal River SUFM.
Each year a team of people hike down to Tidal River in Wilson's Promontory (The Prom) to run 10 days of holidays programs for fellow campers. The first day is a hard slog, with trucks arriving burdened down with sleeping and camping gear, tents and poles. A truck arrives later in the day with equipment that has been stored in a shipping container on a benevolent farmer's block during the year. Appetites are voracious, the sun is no less so, and at the end they all feel as though they've done a good day's work. A large marquee is up, happily situated centrally on the camping site, comfortably settled amongst two sleeping tents (one for girls, one for boys), and a tent to protect the food from the sun, wind, rain and roaming night creatures... Wombats love getting into the fresh fruit and vegetables.
Day 2 begins with the raising of the remaining tents. Teamwork is essential as people stand at all of the points of the tents, sledgehammers are flying through the air and ropes are being firmly tied. Finally, all the tents are up, and a subconscious sigh is emitted as everyone feels as though the "fun" can begin. Lunch is doled out, and everyone is given a little space in the afternoon to relax a little and tidy themselves up. Before you know it, they're all back together again, clean, slightly kissed from the sun, and wielding an innumerable amount of balloons, loud instruments, singing voices and cheery smiles. The Prom will never know what hit them... The team split up into smaller groups, tactically planning to somehow reach each and every campsite within walking distance. Kids come running out, familiar faces from earlier years are beaming as names are remembered, greetings are exchanged and promises of meeting later are made. That evening there is to be a great carnival for all the family to enjoy!
You'll find plenty of funny photos to be seen here!
Each year a team of people hike down to Tidal River in Wilson's Promontory (The Prom) to run 10 days of holidays programs for fellow campers. The first day is a hard slog, with trucks arriving burdened down with sleeping and camping gear, tents and poles. A truck arrives later in the day with equipment that has been stored in a shipping container on a benevolent farmer's block during the year. Appetites are voracious, the sun is no less so, and at the end they all feel as though they've done a good day's work. A large marquee is up, happily situated centrally on the camping site, comfortably settled amongst two sleeping tents (one for girls, one for boys), and a tent to protect the food from the sun, wind, rain and roaming night creatures... Wombats love getting into the fresh fruit and vegetables.
Day 2 begins with the raising of the remaining tents. Teamwork is essential as people stand at all of the points of the tents, sledgehammers are flying through the air and ropes are being firmly tied. Finally, all the tents are up, and a subconscious sigh is emitted as everyone feels as though the "fun" can begin. Lunch is doled out, and everyone is given a little space in the afternoon to relax a little and tidy themselves up. Before you know it, they're all back together again, clean, slightly kissed from the sun, and wielding an innumerable amount of balloons, loud instruments, singing voices and cheery smiles. The Prom will never know what hit them... The team split up into smaller groups, tactically planning to somehow reach each and every campsite within walking distance. Kids come running out, familiar faces from earlier years are beaming as names are remembered, greetings are exchanged and promises of meeting later are made. That evening there is to be a great carnival for all the family to enjoy!
You'll find plenty of funny photos to be seen here!
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Style of Life
That's right, my style of life (not really my "lifestyle") is about to change quite dramatically. For many reasons, some of which may not exactly appeal to you, I have decided to quit my full-time job, take a bit of a break until about Feb 2005 and then hit the part-time working trail. All of this is in pursuit of the completely satisfying world of music composition. Hurrah!
Some would say this new venture is quite brave of me - venturing out into the unknown, no strings attached, burning my bridge(s)...
And the others (i.e. those who don't think it's brave) either think I am silly and will go running back to my job within a month, or are quite happy for me to do whatever it is that I want to do. "You're young..." they say, as though they had *expected* me to up and quit my job and run away with some foreigner...
But obviously those of you who know me (and are familiar with my innermost workings) know that I will only be happy if I have the time I need to do what it is I love... i.e. the universal language.
Some would say this new venture is quite brave of me - venturing out into the unknown, no strings attached, burning my bridge(s)...
And the others (i.e. those who don't think it's brave) either think I am silly and will go running back to my job within a month, or are quite happy for me to do whatever it is that I want to do. "You're young..." they say, as though they had *expected* me to up and quit my job and run away with some foreigner...
But obviously those of you who know me (and are familiar with my innermost workings) know that I will only be happy if I have the time I need to do what it is I love... i.e. the universal language.
Virgin blogger
Welcome to blog.
I, too, was a blogger virgin, until introduced to it inadvertently... And what a fascinating thing it is! I feel as though I can write whatever I wish (and thus release some of my creative urge to have an opinion about everything and simultaneously have a captive audience) and that people actually care about what I have to say!!!!
I hope you have as much fun reading as I do writing, and that you also manage to comment on how insightful I am, or how ridiculous I am, depending on the material of course. Happy blogging.
I, too, was a blogger virgin, until introduced to it inadvertently... And what a fascinating thing it is! I feel as though I can write whatever I wish (and thus release some of my creative urge to have an opinion about everything and simultaneously have a captive audience) and that people actually care about what I have to say!!!!
I hope you have as much fun reading as I do writing, and that you also manage to comment on how insightful I am, or how ridiculous I am, depending on the material of course. Happy blogging.
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