Last day in August...

It's a beautiful day today isn't it? It's the first day for months that I have walked out of the office at lunch and not been hit with a cold rush. I stepped out today and as usual tensed every muscle in my body expecting to feel the cold chill until I realised that it was warm. It was warm!!! Tomorrow we are officially out of Winter and into Spring. The season of birds singing in the tree tops, sunshine bursting through the clouds and...mating rituals. Yes, that's right. And I launch into this spectacular time of the year still on my high point. I am yet to descend from cloud nine. Everything is still great. Work is great: plenty to do, time passes quickly and I'm picking up a tonne of new skills including a telephone voice I never knew I had, primarily used on government employees, kind of sounds like Sandra Sully. Hehehe. My social life is great: able to fit in lots of time to hang out with friends at the weekends. Attend a ball, a cocktail party, a 21st, you know how it is. And finally my love life is great: Just the right amount of guy contact with the least amount of committment. Don't know how long that'll last but we'll see how we go. I'm enjoying just getting to know guys, finding out some interesting things about them. And then there's still more to uncover, ooo, really wanna crack a dirty joke there. I will resist. Don't pretend like you didn't think of it too. So, yeah, all in all things are coming along nicely.

Challenger, ready?

Good morning world! It is another day in Janelle's Reality. I have to say it was hard to get started this morning. No motivation really, to get out of bed. But here I am...at work. Probably shouldn't be blogging huh? I've got plenty of things to be doing. This morning I have a meeting with the academic loser...er...I mean...mentor from uni. He's coming in to check on how my 5000 word assignment on the different business structures and their tax implications is coming along. I anticipate it's going to be a relatively short meeting considering that I haven't started it yet. I can't decide whether to just sit there and admit that I'm yet to type a word on the topic or lie and tell him that I'm right on track with the timeline I included in my proposal (More lies to spin in my web of deceit). Last time he came in here he insulted my boss, my workplace and despite me submitting my information twice to the university he claimed I "failed to comply" and therefore was the last student out of the 120 co-ops to be graced with his presence. The guy's a complete idiot. He got me annoyed pretty much straight away. When he asked me what I planned to do my assignment on, I thought, I'll give you "failure to comply" and gave him what for. I proceeded to tell him that the assignment was an excuse to make students pay uni fees when they don't actually need to go into the uni for the entire year and that seeing the mark for the co-op subjects is pass or fail, as long as the assignment got me a pass I didn't care about it because I believe the real learning is happening here on the job. My boss saw a different side of me that day. In conclusion, you don't piss me off and get away with it and he'll be here soon for Round Two.

Another one bites the dust...

I am quite annoyed. Sometimes I wonder why I bother making friends with guys. One minute they're you're best buddy, the next minute they don't have time for you anymore cos they've found some chick that puts out. Seriously, it's pathetic. I have a friend who I've known since high school, he's been there for me a lot and I'd say we're pretty good friends. We used to talk almost everyday and he means more to me than he probably realises. However, recently he's totally blown me off. I hadn't spoken to him in about two weeks and when I finally caught up with him he said he's been "busy" (ie. "getting busy") with some random tart. I wanted to tell him how annoyed I was that he'd dropped off the face of the earth but I would be risking looking jealous and seeing that we do flirt with each other a bit, it could look that way. Honestly, I don't mind who he sees, he can do what he wants but I hate that I get zero time talking to him now. And eventually when this chick ditches him or vice versa he'll conveniently have time to chat with me again. This isn't the first time this has happened with one of my close guy friends either. There's another one who I haven't heard from for about two years, coincedently contact was discontinued around the same time he got a girlfriend. It's stupid and it sucks!

A bit of blah blah...

It's an exciting lead up to Stephanie's uni ball which I am attending on Friday night. The preparation for the evening spans over the entire week beforehand. Luckily, I bought my dress a good couple of weeks ago which is obviously the most integral part of the overall endeavour so that takes a bit of pressure off. Aside from that, Friday night I went shoe shopping and came out with additionally a matching handbag and diamonte bracelet. As my grandfather would say, I am a sucker for a salesman, or saleswoman in this case. This is totally going off on a tangent here but all it takes is showing a little interest in your customer and instead of walking out with the bare minimim you could end up selling them two things they didn't even plan on buying. So all those bitchy, stuck up, totally unhelpful and uninterested sales girls out there should think about that one. Anyway, so that was Friday night, then Saturday I did a trial balance, I mean, um, a trial run (yeah I know, only amusing myself with that one) on my hair. I'm glad that I did, cos what I set out to do didn't quite work so I've scratched that idea and am going with something else. You do not want to be trying something new an hour before you've gotta leave and find it's a flop and then have to begin something else. I'm actually going as far as chucking a sickie on Friday so that I have the entire day to get ready. This will involve getting up at 9 to make the *cough cough* I'm not feeling well today phone call, then showering and washing hair after a light brekky, painting nails, packing bag for overnight stay, hair styling (depending on what that turns out to be), applying make-up, putting on dress and departing at quarter to 6pm. (It doesn't sound like a lot to do but yeah it'll probably take the whole day) Then I'm off to Steph's house where we will leave shortly after my arrival to proceed to the venue. Usually I would complain about guys having less to do, like just having to throw on a suit, do their hair and that's it but I actually enjoy all the planning and preparation almost as much as the actual evening, it's half the fun. And let's face it, we all like to feel pretty.

Fun fact...

I found out today from my apple juice (under the lid, that is. I didn't think my juice was talking to me) that the average person spends two weeks of their lifetime waiting for traffic lights to change. I wasn't very happy about that thought, it's a pretty big waste of two weeks. Then I remembered not long ago I discovered that the average person spends two weeks of their lifetime kissing. Ok, you got me, I didn't just casually remember that, I have the lid blu-tacked to my computer screen. Anyway, it got me thinking. If I spend as much time as I can kissing whilst waiting at traffic lights then I can decrease on the time wasted waiting for traffic lights and increase time spent kissing. Yeah, I know, you wish you thought of it first.

Irregular activity...

So it seems I've been suspended on a high point. This is very unusual. It's lasted about three weeks now which at first was just great but now it's beginning to worry me because clearly when I come down to a low point I'm gonna come down hard. I have a feeling that something terrible is going to happen. No one is this lucky for this long without a catch. It's just not the way it works. I'm not going to speculate about what certain tragedy lies ahead but I am curious. Whatever it is, it has to be the inverse level of the high point I am experiencing now. Yep, it's gonna be big. I'll let you know when it hits, hopefully I won't be suicidal.

Burning the candle at both ends...

Ever since Saturday night I've been kind of fidgety and can't seem to concentrate on anything for very long before I start drifting off into daydreamy land. Plus, the lack of sleep from that night, that hasn't been made up for, is starting to catch up with me. I'm trying to make myself look busy at work when in fact most of the time I'm just staring at my computer screen or random pieces of paper with a pencil in my hand thinking about something completely different. I just need some time to catch up on all that has happened in the last few days. And a nap wouldn't hurt either.

Saturday night report...

I know you're all dying to know how Saturday night went and I can tell you with much enthusiasm that it was without a doubt one of THE best night's I've ever had. Ok, maybe I'm being a bit overzealous there...or not...it was pretty damn fantastic. You know you're having the time of your life when it's approaching daylight and you wish you could turn back the clock to have just a few more hours. I am definitely on a high point...and soaring.

Remember this feeling...

I would just like to document my "high point" on this Saturday night in August. I am sitting at home, the parentals have gone out and Stephanie will be here in couple of hours so we can head out to...well...we'll call it party. This evenings plans have definite potential of being perfect night out material. But now that I've said that, I've probably just jinxed the whole thing. Hmmm. Anyway, I'm designated driver tonight and that's a bit of a poo but I owe it to my wingwoman Steph, she's a real champion and probably designated driver 80% of the time. And I don't need alcohol to have fun or so I keep telling myself. I should probably cut down on the drinking too. My dad called me a "soak" the other day, whatever that means, but I didn't like his tone. I''ll probably cop bag duty as well. That's if Steph trusts me with all our personal belongings. For some reason she thinks that they're more likely to get stolen with me. But she'll be preoccupied anyway. Hope she doesn't get too plastered. I can't carry her to the car. Tonight is probably gonna be a late one cos she's staying over and that means we only have to deal with one set of parents, not two. Ahhh, it's so exciting not knowing where the night may take you. Let the good times roll...

What's happening in my world?

Well, this is mostly for you Carris.

MY WORK LIFE:

At the end of June, Georgia, who was my number one person to go to for help and to ask dumb questions of, left to go and work overseas. Now I've taken on a lot of her responsibilities at the office and the work just keeps piling up. As soon as I think I'm on top of things I find out there is more to do. This is quite a change from when I used to sit around surfing the net, writing emails and chatting on MSN all day. But I kind of prefer the work. The day goes quicker and I feel like I actually deserve to be paid.

At the moment, I'm also training up a new guy in pretty much the same position as I was when I started back in February. Having to show him the ropes has actually made me realise how much I've learned in such a short time.

Also, a couple of weeks ago I met with the big boss and he offered me a position at JTP in 2008 after I've graduated from uni, so that's cool. Although kind of scary to know you've locked in the next few years of your life. Ooo and I also got a key to the office. Sounds like no big deal but it was to me.

MY SOCIAL LIFE:

After a long week of work I usually enjoy hanging out with my best friend Stephanie for what I like to call "casual events Friday". A lot of the time I can't be bothered going out after work on a Friday night so unless I go out with work friends Steph and I will get a DVD or go to the movies and pretty much just relax. However, Saturday is a completely different story. Saturday is "get out on the town for drinks, dancing and other mischievous activities night". (I'm thinking of shortening the name) We always have a great time and I love it. I usually spend the following week fielding messages from guys I met out but that's all part of the adventure. I really enjoy meeting new people. And the next weekend it starts all over again. I have to say, I find it quite inconvenient for church to be on Sunday mornings. Too early after a big night out. So most of the time, I rock up to church post-service to go out to lunch with the gang. I have much appreciation for the evening services.

MY LOVE LIFE:

Well, this is a very complicated area. At the moment you couldn't get me into a relationship if you paid me. And I've discovered that these days there are a lot more guys out there looking for a girlfriend rather than a one night stand. (Don't get me wrong, the sleazes are still out there) I was under the impression that guys were the ones who just wanted to have a good time and girls were the ones pining for boyfriends. So, when I decided I didn't want a boyfriend I thought it would be quite easy to still find a guy to hang out with, without the committment. But apparently, the world has turned upside down. 90% of the guys I have met in the last 6 months have clung to me and/or commented on how they are ready to settle down but I can't stand the thought of being restricted and I have lost every romantic bone in my body. After pyscho-analysing myself I've decided that I just haven't found the right guy yet. And that's fine with me, because I'm happy being single. My life hasn't been this exciting since...ever.

Mediocre Tuesday...

So much for on my way up to a "high point". I feel like absolute crap today. I'm tired and I have a headache. I almost chucked a sickie yesterday and almost again today. At the moment, I'm really not enjoying the full time work thing. Don't get me wrong, I really love my job but I'm just getting sick of waiting for the weekend to arrive, having it go so quickly, and then finding myself back at work waiting for the next weekend to come around. And it's even more annoying when most of the people that you know are on uni holidays so are sitting around on their butts complaining how bored they are. If one more person tells me that they are sooo busy sleeping in and watching day time TV all day I may have to take them down. (Slightly hypocritical cos last year that would've been me)

Anyway, luckily for me I do love my job. It's the reason I ended up making it there yesterday and this morning. I'd wake up, start to have a bit of a sook, contemplate calling in sick and then decide I'd rather pass the time doing something constructive (and somewhat enjoyable) than sit around feeling sorry for myself. Cos I know if I took the day off I'd sleep in then mope around all day in my pyjamas. I guess when it comes down to it I do feel better coming home at the end of the day and being able to make a list in my head of all the things I've accomplished throughout the day. But it still doesn't change the fact that getting up early sucks. And I'm tired and when you start the week tired there is no catching up.

My life...

This is my life. Right now I am somewhere on the way up to a high point I think. I hit a low point last week so in theory there is no where else to go but up. As you can see the fluctivity (if that's even a word) of my level of happiness and wellbeing is somewhat frustrating.

The advantages of being a woman...

• You're always given the opportunity to enter and exit the elevator first
• Doors are opened for you
• Drinks are bought for you
• The Blockbuster video guy waves your late DVD fine
• The petrol station guy gives you discount even though your Safeway staff discount card has expired
• If something is broken you can easily find a man to fix it, or at least try to fix it
• If you drop something someone will pick it up for you
• Never having to do any heavy lifting
• Never having to hurt your hand opening a jar or bottle
• If you can't be bothered walking, someone will carry you
• You get to eat the last chocolate biscuit
• You rarely have to drive anywhere
• People will eat the food you've cooked even if it tastes bad
• If you want a McDonald's Oreo McFlurry at 10:30 at night someone will go out and get it for you
• You are automatically already a better dancer than most guys
• You can wear a skirt or pink and spend time on your hair without being called 'gay' or a 'metro'
• You don't feel shame in reading a manual or instructions and therefore don't waste time "working it out for yourself"
• If you're short you can wear high heels to make you taller
• You can cry during movies

Now for some disadvantages:

• You can't pee outdoors (Well, you can but it's a bad idea)

Grrrrr...

Mouth breathers...If I had've had a knife if my handbag I would've stabbed Darth Vader who was sitting behind me on the train this morning. Grrrr.

20 things that I am a sucker for...

1. Take away food
2. Football players
3. A good R'n'B song
4. Flirtatious, witty banter
5. Driving my car
6. Boy bands
7. Celebrity gossip
8. Musicians
9. A cute pair of shoes
10. A good debate
11. Cowboy shots
12. Guys wearing a shirt and tie
13. The beach
14. Accessories
15. My cat
16. Guys who drive manual cars and can reverse park
17. Karaoke
18. Hanging out, partying with Stephanie
19. Sleeping in, not setting the alarm before bed
20. Leisurely breakfasts

The Controversial Zone...

Welcome to the Controversial Zone where Janelle makes an outrageous statement just to be controversial. The most successful comments have been those which involve rash comments about the opposite sex and as I always say...when you find a winner stick with it. So with all that in mind here it is...Guys never say what they really mean...they think we're the ones who are confusing...well if guys were clearer relationships would be a lot easier because us girls wouldn't have to mess around having conversations with each other trying to identify what it is that they're trying to get across. Mostly I think that they are too scared to actually say what they really want out of fear of not getting it so they play their little head games where they tell you what they think you want to hear. I personally would more appreciate honesty, even if it was "Hi, listen I'm just messaging you everyday and telling you you're pretty because I'm in the mood for some action and I thought I might be able to trick you into believing that I actually care about you just so you'll help me out." I would have a lot more respect for guys if they were clearer about their intentions.

It's better now

Thanks to Auran and also your favourite brother!

Call a doctor...

I think my blog is sick!

The new perfect night out...

I refer to my post "The perfect night out…" "The question now is how will I ever top this night of all nights?" After a few weeks of pondering I can safely say that a few weeks ago I succeeded. At first I wasn’t so sure and thought this more recent adventure was on a par but after some considerable thought and making a mental list, comparing the two I have decided that yes, the perfect night out has been officially topped. A few weeks ago I went out to The Attic in Subury. Yeah, I know…Sunbury. However, that soon became irrelevant as the evening progressed. Again, I don’t want to give too much away at the risk of tainting (word of the week) my reputation. But let’s look at the analysis…The night’s events were pretty similar to the first so "What tipped the scales?" I hear you ask. If you recall from my other post I mentioned that "I wasn't drinking any alcohol because I was driving, my hair went a bit frizzy due to the damp air, I was pretty tired and perhaps a little grumpy and I was freezing my butt off due to limited clothing". Well, this time I was drinking so was pretty damn jovial and consequently pretty warm even out in the winter evening air thanks to my “beer jacket” (or “vodka and various shots jacket” in my case). My hair didn’t frizz up, I wasn’t tired or grumpy. I was out with my friends having a good time and I was invincible. There was drinking, dancing, some more drinking, some more dancing and I even managed to entertain myself whilst my primary wing-woman was otherwise occupied. P.S A dangerous decision on her part, leaving me to fly solo. I’m a mischief magnet. So now, I’m able to believe that any night can be topped. In ways that can’t even be imagined. I’m just excited to see what will happen next!

Life's little frustrations...

Thought it was about time that I blogged something. I was waiting for something interesting to share. Well, something that I'm willing to publish on the internet but that hasn't happened so here goes...
I went to get my lunch today at the place I often go and decided to try something different for once. One of the ladies, who doesn't speak English that well asked me what I would like. I said "I'll have a small chicken and avocado pasta please." She smiled at me and then a few minutes later when she seemed to have disappeared somewhere, she came back with a chicken and avocado sandwich. I couldn't be bothered pointing out that I asked for pasta cos I like chicken and avocado anyway so I asked how much it was and she went over to the till, stood there looking at it confused and then came back and said $7.80. I gave her a $10 and she came back with 10 cents change for me. If I was my dad, by this stage I would've been threatening to throw the sandwich at her but I know what it's like to work in customer service so I politely asked her for the rest of my change. She didn't really understand what I was saying so another girl came over and cleared it up for me. I took the sandwich and left, went back to the office and I realise the chicken on the sandwich is thigh chicken, which I think tastes disgusting so I pick it all out. Can't just have an avocado sandwich so luckily for me I picked up a Continental cup of soup promotional sample at the station the other day so I made that up and lunch was resurrected. But I'm not always this tolerating and polite. Here is an excerpt from an email I wrote to Warren:

Anyway so back to the going out for dinner part. We go to a chinese restaurant, me, my mum and dad, and the guy tries to sit us at a table that (bar a few centimetres) is practically connected to the table next to it where people are dining. It's a little too close for comfort and last time this happened we politely asked to be moved and they got us a new table. it's not that we are fussy, it's just that you can't have a conversation without the people next to you hearing everything and it's uncomfortable. So dad says to the guy that it's too close and we would like a new table. The guy isn't so co-operative. He's like this little weird-looking dude (not asian, i'm not racist) and he gets all in dad's personal space and tells him that there are no other tables and dad says it's not good enough and the guy says well sir what is exactly wrong with this table and it's starting to look like a scene and my dad's trying to explain to the guy the problem while mum is discrediting everything he's saying by telling the guy that dad has hearing problems so i eventually have to step in, seeing as i'm also wearing my business power suit and i say "Look, the point is, we may as well have these people on the next table over to our house for dinner, we are that close to them" and then this old dude who was standing there the whole time as well snatches the clipboard off the tiny weird man and says table five is free. and we get our table. The little man was just being difficult. I wanted to snap him. Dad probably did too.