I dunno, don't seem to have much verve for blogging these days so here's some random rubbish just to keep you around and prove I'm still alive and kicking.
The new job's awesome so far. I'm Office and HR Manager of an Accounting Practice which is very well organised and accredited but have no idea what that entails since I'm virtually writing my own position description. There's been cake for morning tea due to birthdays and they provide lunch and free parking and . . .well, three days in, and everyone is just lovely. Although some of these Lebanese names are giving me curry and I've loads to learn before I start wielding any big sticks.
One of the tasks I've been given is to write a Code of Conduct and Ethics Statement so thought, "Ah, I'll ask my old workplace to provide a copy of the ones I wrote for them to save a little time." This is hardly top secret stuff, just rules on equality, fairness, good business practice and anti-discrimination but the bastard, fucktard who now owns the Financial Planning business I used to work for would not release them to me saying they were his intellectual property. It didn't matter, I wrote one from scratch but what would the harm have been letting me use theirs and save a little time? Damn you WB, you're a hypocritical, faux Christian dickhead of the highest order and don't have a charitable bone in your body. Oh, and your Code of Conduct and Privacy Agreements are way out of date! I'll rewrite them for you for $120 an hour!
Adam started his new job as Account Exec and Lawn Care Specialist guru for Barefoot Lawns, nice uniform, van, phone, he is at last a happy camper after some unfortunate luck. Nice to see my boy so tickety boo. He deserves a break.
Had an offer on the house today. Not quite there but it's creeping up so I'm beginning to feel justified making the sacrifice to stay and put up with things until we get the right price. Cross your fingers that this particular developer decides to bump up by about $500,000 and I'll snatch that briefcase.
Got a nice little freelance assignment writing a corporate brochure and web copy so that should be helpful with some French spending money if my internet holds out and I can bill them before the end of the month. Clare and I went shopping on Friday for walking shoes for me and a few bits and pieces. She came home with a new wardrobe, I didn't buy any shoes but boy my underwear has taken a turn for the better!
The new job's awesome so far. I'm Office and HR Manager of an Accounting Practice which is very well organised and accredited but have no idea what that entails since I'm virtually writing my own position description. There's been cake for morning tea due to birthdays and they provide lunch and free parking and . . .well, three days in, and everyone is just lovely. Although some of these Lebanese names are giving me curry and I've loads to learn before I start wielding any big sticks.
One of the tasks I've been given is to write a Code of Conduct and Ethics Statement so thought, "Ah, I'll ask my old workplace to provide a copy of the ones I wrote for them to save a little time." This is hardly top secret stuff, just rules on equality, fairness, good business practice and anti-discrimination but the bastard, fucktard who now owns the Financial Planning business I used to work for would not release them to me saying they were his intellectual property. It didn't matter, I wrote one from scratch but what would the harm have been letting me use theirs and save a little time? Damn you WB, you're a hypocritical, faux Christian dickhead of the highest order and don't have a charitable bone in your body. Oh, and your Code of Conduct and Privacy Agreements are way out of date! I'll rewrite them for you for $120 an hour!
Adam started his new job as Account Exec and Lawn Care Specialist guru for Barefoot Lawns, nice uniform, van, phone, he is at last a happy camper after some unfortunate luck. Nice to see my boy so tickety boo. He deserves a break.
Had an offer on the house today. Not quite there but it's creeping up so I'm beginning to feel justified making the sacrifice to stay and put up with things until we get the right price. Cross your fingers that this particular developer decides to bump up by about $500,000 and I'll snatch that briefcase.
Got a nice little freelance assignment writing a corporate brochure and web copy so that should be helpful with some French spending money if my internet holds out and I can bill them before the end of the month. Clare and I went shopping on Friday for walking shoes for me and a few bits and pieces. She came home with a new wardrobe, I didn't buy any shoes but boy my underwear has taken a turn for the better!
The telco technician that was supposed to arrive on Tuesday didn't turn up despite Clare taking half a day off to ensure someone was home. The connection has been behaving but I'm really getting pissed off with the lack of resolution of our problems but still wondering whether changing ISP is the way to go, they all seem to have their problems.
I'm spruiking for some serious creatives, or in my case self-deprecating wannabe's, who are up for critical acclaim (or otherwise) of their work. If you fancy your chances, put a piece up for 10th Daughter of Memory. The rules are on the site, A topic or 'muse' is posted monthly so yo fancy yourself as a writer of fiction, poetry, non fiction, prose or even have a talent for photography or graphics, you'll fit the bill. Post whatever you like as long it reflects the muse. My entries are embarrassingly posted on Creative Infanticide (not for the kiddies) but I must admit, it's fun to do and you might find a few familiar bloggers participating. If you win, you get to choose the next 'muse'. If you're crap, a couple of the more experienced and published notables will give you tips on how to improve. . . have a crack but be prepared to be torn you apart and chew you up, no 'we love your stuff' comments here. Just honest appraisal. (Nah, we're pretty polite about it really)
I'm spruiking for some serious creatives, or in my case self-deprecating wannabe's, who are up for critical acclaim (or otherwise) of their work. If you fancy your chances, put a piece up for 10th Daughter of Memory. The rules are on the site, A topic or 'muse' is posted monthly so yo fancy yourself as a writer of fiction, poetry, non fiction, prose or even have a talent for photography or graphics, you'll fit the bill. Post whatever you like as long it reflects the muse. My entries are embarrassingly posted on Creative Infanticide (not for the kiddies) but I must admit, it's fun to do and you might find a few familiar bloggers participating. If you win, you get to choose the next 'muse'. If you're crap, a couple of the more experienced and published notables will give you tips on how to improve. . . have a crack but be prepared to be torn you apart and chew you up, no 'we love your stuff' comments here. Just honest appraisal. (Nah, we're pretty polite about it really)
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