Gainfully Employed

I finished up at Fitness First on 19th May. I got a lovely hamper full of chocolates, vino, biscuits, sweets etc and off I ran. I had a crazy time there, it was punishing more often than not, but I kinda like that.

I enjoyed my week off, and on the Thursday one agency called and said, company likes your CV, need someone urgently, can you interview tmw? Yes, yes I said. I was a bit horrified when I got into my suit (lost weight, it's a bit baggy, but horrified at being suited!) & took out my nose ring (the new lows I've gone to for the love of decent $) and strutted on into the city.

The interview was without doubt the most fun I've been to yet! After waiting for a while, the ladies came in to grill me. Belinda is a nutter (good nutter, just the way I like em, loud, over the top, Irene, much calmer, friendly & really lovely too. They even laughed at my jokes :)

Whilst I had a job description in front of me, and we discused what the position entailed, I walked out thinking, 'Hmmmm, this sounds pretty good'. So I left a voicemail for my agent, saying "The interview was great fun, and I think i get a fab feeling, BUT - I think anyone could have that feeling from those two!"

Got a call 15 mins later. Agency.

Vicky - how did it go?
Me - Good, I feel good about it. Funnest interview, they were lovely, but maybe they are lovely to everyone.
Vicky - If they offered it, would you take it?
Me - Definately!
Vicky - Congratulations, you're now employed! They loved you!
Me - HURRAH!

So I'm gainfully employed for a governmental body that looks after trains & stuff. I even get to go on an excursion so I get a feel for one of the projects I'll be helping out with.

Oh yeah - and I have a new title.

Sarah - Project Officer

I even got listed on the organisational chart (which I had to create). This is the first time EVER I've made an org chart of a company. I must say, I do feel special.

The team are realllllllllllllllllly lovely. And were so glad that I came back to the office this morning after working on committee papers til 7pm last night. I told them I don't scare that easily (less so after my last assignment!)

From Monday this week until December I'm booked in for, if the projects extend, so may I. Maybe til University starts, which they know about.

We've a happy camper here folks!

I gave up my...

Partner in crime last night. No, not Kristen. We have WAAAAAY to much fun for her to ditch me, or me to ditch her. As much as we can't be trusted with $11 cocktails & dance floors, I think even bloke, her John is seeing the humour in our mayhem :)

No, I decided to bail on the boy that has been keeping me slightly occupied (slightly, due to shift work. Don't date a shift worker, esp if you're a 9 - 5er with a short attention span).

No, PC Plod/Dudley Do-Right/all your various other names for the boy, who will no longer be THE BOY I will talk about.

There's an interesting tale to be told of how & why I'm once again on the meat market, but alas, I'm in two minds about ranting online. I want to rant, you know I do, however, I think he may read my blog.

Which could of course:

a) taint my rant
b) make him feel special that i finally gave him a proper mention on my blog
c)um, I forgot

So after getting in trouble with my doling Friday night, today, I'm holding back.

You want my rant - hit me up at my hotmail accout.

London Days Revisted

My very good friend Kristen & I went through a phase when I last lived in London, of getting a bit 'thirsty' on Friday nights. Which was convinient as we were working together at that point. She was my boss actually. For 3 Friday nights in a row, starting on Bonfire night, we went out like crazy women. It was ACE. Stumbling in at 5am, god I loved the number 8 night bus. We had to put a stop to it after 3 Fridays in a row as it made us poor.

So Friday night, we decided to hit my fave cocktail bar in Newtown - Kuletos. Kristens eyes sparkled when she saw 2 for 1 - and that a standard cocktail is $11.50.... So chocolate martinis, lotus chill, martinis, margaritas, more chocolate martinis, champagne cocktails and I have a feeling there was one more drink but I can't remember which one it was. Yes, did i mention that these were consumed on an empty stomach. I had an interview and didn't eat lunch. Dinner wasn't til after the cocktails. Yum, Saray - turkish pide. So good. I don't know why we stopped at one!

So then it was time to jump a train to Central. We could read the train timetable, and figured we could slip in a glass of vino at the Townhall. I.D. please...I remember suggesting to the bouncer that I'm too old looking to be asked for ID. He said no. Clearly being close to 28, I should pass with flyig colours. Im surprised he let us in, as I would have thought we were ahh a little too merry at this point.

Bit of a haze from the Town Hall (hmmm always is with the Townie!)to Newtown Station to Central. But with body on autopilot, we got to Snakers just in time. Sneakers was pleasantly full. None of the summer chaos of being wedged in. A bit of breathing space & room to groove...Kristen & I haven't trampled a dance floor together since my last Saturday in London. God it was good fun. I'm over the fact that half the kids are exactly that. Alcohol dulls the mother hen feeling. So we drank more there. God knows why, normally my thirst for water kicks in but Friday night was beyond special. Forgot about the delayed onset of cocktailitis. So eventually after twirling Kristen around the dancefloor, with big hugs & all, I disappeared into the bathroom. Eventually I did surface, feeling very unsober & looking much as to be expected. A guy came up and asked if i was ok, I said, not particularly. He offered to help me get a cab, and off I zoomed to Coogee. Thankfully the strata/body corporate people have fixed the back light so no need to be scared of the dark at the end of the driveway and I clambered into my bedroom. I couldn't figure out how my purse was attached when I was trying to pay the cabbie. I'd looped the strap through my belt loop. My belt and jeans were all done up - my belt buckle had jammed - yay for my recent weight loss - could still get my jeans off. Into bed I jumped, out like a light....

11.30am Saturday morning. F U C K - Kristen. Must call. S H I T - another Sneakers night another missing phone. So not only did i loss my best mate, but my phone with all her contact details in it. So i run (as best I could) into Grants room saying 'help'. I look a mess, and he gives me a big hug, reassuring me that 'it's going to be ok, what the hell have you been up to & why wasnt I invited?' So I get on the net, god only knows how I managed to type, but i was sooo worried and kicking myself - how could this happen? All these years of drunken stupidity (highlights being a Goldman Sachs Nat's farewell in London & the Tropical Party of 2080 Graveley being two stand out examples)I've never lost my mate. So I find her listed on whitepages.com.au and call. When her bro called her name, I was sooo relieved.

Kristen got her husband to come and rescue her. Bless John's cotton socks. Her phone battery was dead & she had to resort to a payphone. Our alcohol addled brains had both kind of forgotten about each other, survival instincts kicked in. Safe & sound in the end.

The tally of what was lost that night goes something like this:

My mobile phone
My stomach contents
More than $100 spent
Broke my wallet when I ripped it off my jeans

Kristens Creative (20gb MP3 player)
John being unable to work that day
Stomach contentsSore leg muslces
Again, lot's of $$$ spent

So yeah. My most drunken & stupid night ever I'm pretty sure. I did go to my mates house party last night - they were all surprised to see me in semi human form - they'd been drunken texted by me requesting their company. Damn smart girls & boys to turn down my offer. Must have been something in the air on Friday night, call it Friday night fever if you wish - my other mate just reports that he misplaced his whole bag, also containing MP3 player etc....damn them lucky kids who find our stuff - though my mobile phone SUCKS, so maybe I'll buy one that I don't have to switch to loud speaker to hear.

So a word to the wise, just say no to Sarah & Kristen if they invite you out on a Friday night. It could be more trouble than it's worth.


P.S. I may have lost something else, I'm not sure yet...I'll get back to you on that.

After Luke & Lyndals wedding, still looking glam!  

Glowing good health

So post easter I got broken. See two posts below. I've found another doctor locally. Who really seemed concerned, wants me to keep an eye on myself & my diet, and with winter being my bad skin getting broken season, to take the steroids only if necessary to prevent escalation. To always have the drugs not too far from reach. Moderation is key. I'm trying REALLY hard. This time for sure. I must grow up, accept my luck is fragile skin & allergies and take steps to prevent as much that is preventable.

So diet wise, I'm very much on dairy free, gluten & wheat free. Also, much as it pains me, keeping my sugar & yeast levels low low & low. I'm keeping anything exotic like spices to a minimum. Lot's of home cooking for me. Which is fine, I do like cooking & it's winter around the corner, so keeping warm by my stove will just have to be my hobby.

I must be good! I must be good!

Easter Racing Carnival! Me, Yasmin & Margie all glam & read for fun!