The Start of Something Big?.... or not.

Today I spent my first day as an official bank teller or "member service consul ant" if you want to be a bit of a wanker. I must say that it was quite a relief to start after 8 interminably dull days of training. We all know that corporate training could be used as a form of torture on David Hicks (maybe it is...), but it just gets worse when you have a fill in trainer who doesn't really know how to do it. If I have to listen to one more person read the entire contents of hand out to me, so help me god, I will not be responsible for what I do. Yes, you heard right, no explaining in her own words, or summarising key point, just reading the entire effing sheet! Over and over and over till you want to burst your own eardrum to shut her up. It was basically a really bad powerpoint presentation stretched over a week and a half.

I am still missing Gra. Three months is rather a long time. Two weeks down, ten to go. I'm going to get all sooky on y'all (hehe, southern speak) now. It is just that much harder because I haven't really had the chance to make friends up here yet. It may have been a tad easier if I had found a permanent job faster or if the people at Darwin High had actually communicated with each other beyond saying hello in the mornings. Ah well, maybe I'll just wear dark glasses and practice being aloof.

I'm also wildly cranky that I missed Bec and Andrew's annual Oscar party. Making bitchy comments about Nicole Kidman's ridiculous freaking bow to Digger just isn't the same. The heathen has no appreciation for fashion. Pigdog. And it doesn't matter how many times I explain the rules to Steffi, she just doesn't understand the Oscars drinking game. Of course the biggest loss is no pajama-clad latecomers. It just doesn't cut it.

I'll just have to win the lottery. That's really the only thing for it. According to the "Rules of Attraction" which the rich and powerful (or 'they') have been keeping secret from us mere plebs for centuries, all I have to do is believe it will happen and it will be attracted to me. Come to me lotto, come to me, you know you want to.....

Graham is Leaving Me!

Greetings family, friends and random onlookers,


Welcome to my first post. I have set this up for two reasons-

1. So that I can tell you all my news at once without having to send those incredibly irritating, 3-page long group emails.
2. It gives me something to amuse myself whilst Graham is away.
   

This brings me to the first bit of news. Graham has to go on a three month training exercise is S.A. next Friday. Yay! It's even better when you discover that we only found out three days ago. I'm honestly not sure who will have it worse, me, stuck up here in the Tropics on my own, or Gra, stuck in the middle of the South Australian desert with a bunch of incredibly bored blokes.

At least I have the furry babies for company. We have been taking them down to Mindil beach (it has famous markets in the dry) for walks this week. Digger loves everything about it, Steffi kind of does, but we literally have to drag her into the car. Steffi spends the whole drive there looking anxious while Digger runs gleefully around the car getting slobber all over the windows. It's low tide when we go, so there are quite a few puddles of sea water along the beach, I love watching them drink it then splutter, then repeat it all 10 seconds later at the next puddle. It gives Digger a nice break from his hectic schedule of chasing lizards and sleeping on the patio furniture.

In stark contrast to Digger, I am currently wearing myself out with watching TV, wandering around the shops and surfing the internet. Unfortunately, this thrill-a-minute lifestyle will all be coming to an end soon as I start my new job on the 19th. It will be nice to actually have an income again....

Ciao Ciao