Considering a career in vending machines. Japan style.
Where am I up to?
I’m clearly having way too good a social life. Which is good, actually, despite the lack of sleep and probably too much alcohol in my system, because I really AM starting to make connections down here. Supportive friends, silly friends, people I also don’t click with too. Making Sydney feel much more comfortable. Much more home. Home is where the heart is.
I applied for a job. By applied, I called the lead clinician and sussed each other out, and emailed through my resume. It’s rather part time, school age language, literacy, dyspraxia and autism. Right up my alley and potentially a good way to get my foot back in the door. We shall see how that pans out.
I’m covered in bruises, for one reason or another. One reason is running into a glass door. Others include being generally clumsy, and on my arm that I’m putting down to somebody grabbing me and saving my life. You know, like if I walked in front of a moving vehicle. Which I do because I have NO road sense. I actually don’t know where I got that bruise from, but sounds like a good story? Want to be my knight in shining armour?
xx
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The hard thing for me about moving is remembering where the furniture is, and how to walk around it.
This happened this morning on the basin, while getting out of the shower/bath.
Unco? Me?
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Is it wrong to be excited about getting my first ever stitches? Or that I had to get a mole removed? I guess it can be exciting so long as it comes back clear from pathology, right? :p I got a little one removed from my left shoulder/back this afternoon – just starting to feel it now, though when I got the needle, I could then only feel the little tugs of the stitches as they went in.
A bit of a frustrating afternoon though. I had the appointment for 1pm, so I could just ake a little longer for lunch, but when I got to the doctor’s at ten to, I was then told that actually, my appointment was at 1:30 (the girl last week who wrote it down was apparently not useful enough that she was able to read the time off the computer screen and then write it on a little card for me correctly).. and that, as is usually the case, they were running behind. Perhaps I should go for a walk for about an hour? *sigh* Gave me a chance to browse the bookshop though and the Manuka boutiques and homewares. Saw a $110 box of Christmas Crackers in one shop *faints* They were pretty, but seriously, they’d have better have had some awesome gifties in them!
Had a bit of a sore throat/headachey/ear achey thing, so even though I got myself back to work at 3 (passing the numerous banners and signs along Adelaide Ave near the lodge proclaiming all sorts of things like “Greens = Taxes” and “Don’t vote the Unions in” – yes I’m looking forward to voting for both the Greens and Labor tomorrow!) I hung around for an hour doing some notes and stats, but left soon after… I think a lot of people were also over it… Fridays can be hard!
Canberrans don’t know how to drive when it rains. Itseems that when it rains, that means it really IS time to tailgate, weave in and out of traffic, oh and push well past the posted speed limit. Because it’s still safe, right? *sigh*
*ahem*
In follow-up to saturday night, when discussing my bruises:
Rish says:
until you put your arms in your own vomit…then i used a modified full japanese wrist lock to hold you up
All those years of martial arts training had to be useful for something, right?
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