Well, my friend told me that I would have to try this, so here I am.
I am wondering whether I will make better blogs when at work or at home. I guess that I will have to keep blogging to find out.
Living in Melbourne, summer is always just around the corner, that is, until it suddenly hits with a big bang. I hate the weather here, this morning I had to drag out another pair of jeans for work, when last week the flimsiest shift was all I needed to sweat, oh, I mean , get through the day. Why can't we have some sane weather? You know, weather you can count on, like get out your summer gear and put your winter stuff in storage, lose the doona, and crank up the fan for the night. (I am not big on Air Conditioning, it serves only to make you very cold and need a doona in the middle of summer, except that in Melbourne you DO need a doona in the middle of summer).
I think that I am insane to be living here where it is so cold. Due to some thoughtless choices made in a previous life, I am doomed to suffer yet another year or two in this weird weather phenomenon called Melbourne.
I have no doubt that the heat will take over for two days out of every week, those two being Mondays and Tuesdays without question, for the rest of the so called summer. It always turns out that the days that you least like being at work, eg. Monday and Tuesday, are made even more unbearable due to the perfect weather appearing. It's not like thousands of people don't call in sick to their boring mindless jobs and take a spin down to the beach. I don't have that option, due to the fact that I work for my brother, and I live with the slave driver as well. No "sickies" for me, no calling in with the early morning voice, trying to sound like you actually HAVE got that terrible sore throat, and can't possibly manage to make it in 'til Wednesday. In fact, so far in the year of my employment, the only ailment I have attracted is flu, which knocked me out cold for four days, from where I bounced back with such alarming speed that it was assumed that I had been faking it all along!
So, I guess I could describe it as the Summertime Blues. That two weeks I had off over christmas just seemed to fly past with amazing speed, and before I knew it, I was back at my desk, feeling like it had never even happened.
You know when you were a kid, and the summer holidays seemed to go for so long?
My theory is, that at the age of, say, 5, one year is one fifth of your life, right? So when you get to 30, one year is only one thirtieth of your life. So therefore, at the age of five, christmas is an awful long time in coming, one whole fifth of your life, but when you hit thirty, christmas rolls around a lot quicker, being only one thirthieth of your life. That makes heaps of sense to me.
Anyway, I suppose I should really be working by now, not that anyone has noticed that I'm not, yet....
I am wondering whether I will make better blogs when at work or at home. I guess that I will have to keep blogging to find out.
Living in Melbourne, summer is always just around the corner, that is, until it suddenly hits with a big bang. I hate the weather here, this morning I had to drag out another pair of jeans for work, when last week the flimsiest shift was all I needed to sweat, oh, I mean , get through the day. Why can't we have some sane weather? You know, weather you can count on, like get out your summer gear and put your winter stuff in storage, lose the doona, and crank up the fan for the night. (I am not big on Air Conditioning, it serves only to make you very cold and need a doona in the middle of summer, except that in Melbourne you DO need a doona in the middle of summer).
I think that I am insane to be living here where it is so cold. Due to some thoughtless choices made in a previous life, I am doomed to suffer yet another year or two in this weird weather phenomenon called Melbourne.
I have no doubt that the heat will take over for two days out of every week, those two being Mondays and Tuesdays without question, for the rest of the so called summer. It always turns out that the days that you least like being at work, eg. Monday and Tuesday, are made even more unbearable due to the perfect weather appearing. It's not like thousands of people don't call in sick to their boring mindless jobs and take a spin down to the beach. I don't have that option, due to the fact that I work for my brother, and I live with the slave driver as well. No "sickies" for me, no calling in with the early morning voice, trying to sound like you actually HAVE got that terrible sore throat, and can't possibly manage to make it in 'til Wednesday. In fact, so far in the year of my employment, the only ailment I have attracted is flu, which knocked me out cold for four days, from where I bounced back with such alarming speed that it was assumed that I had been faking it all along!
So, I guess I could describe it as the Summertime Blues. That two weeks I had off over christmas just seemed to fly past with amazing speed, and before I knew it, I was back at my desk, feeling like it had never even happened.
You know when you were a kid, and the summer holidays seemed to go for so long?
My theory is, that at the age of, say, 5, one year is one fifth of your life, right? So when you get to 30, one year is only one thirtieth of your life. So therefore, at the age of five, christmas is an awful long time in coming, one whole fifth of your life, but when you hit thirty, christmas rolls around a lot quicker, being only one thirthieth of your life. That makes heaps of sense to me.
Anyway, I suppose I should really be working by now, not that anyone has noticed that I'm not, yet....
posted by Movin'on at 5:44 PM
1 Comments:
We shouldn't have to work for a living. Especially not in Melbourne's heat. Then again, we both know hot days don't count since it will be raining three hours later...
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