It was a speedy drive home. Getting a park directly out the front of my apartment building was a "sign".
16:29:50 - shivering with anticipation, I unlocked my box and there was no modem, but a very promising slip stating something has arrived from Australia Post.
16:29:51 - shuddering with realisation that it may be complete box set of Gilmore Girls Series 1 - 7 that I ordered from Bigpond Shopping (too ashamed to buy in person in shop).
16:29:59 - back in car to drive to Post Office.
16:30:10 - arrive Post Office (it is 70m down road).
16:33:15 - reach front of queue after agonising 3 minute wait.
16:33:45 - and the winner appears from out the back and it is..... Bigpond Broadband!
16:33:46 - brief moment of disappointment as realise Gilmore Girls has not arrived.
16:33:46.5 - come to senses. Slap self.
16:39:03 - open box in kitchen. Surprisingly all contents is there and appears intact. Plug modem in, modem works, have connection, but can't connect to it. Call Bigpond. Yell at Parneet. Parneet fixes. All is well. I'm connected.
17:03:01 - Bigpond and I roll over to face opposite directions, and light our cigarettes.
In all, an anticlimax.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Writing? Or Ranting?
Well, I guess to be a writer, I have to actually write. Of course, now that I have to write, I don't want to write anymore. Writing has become a boring chore, something I have to do for someone else on topics I despise (Marxism. I read Sophie's World a long time ago - do I have to relive all that now?) in timeframes that are unachieveable.
Ranting however. Ranting I can do - no problem.
For example. Yesterday I realised that I live on a train line. Not sure how I missed it when I did the property inspection, or when I moved in, or how I missed it generally when it is all I can see from the balcony. Or how I could miss it when my nephew and nephew-of-choice were waving at trains for 4 hours straight last weekend. Or how I could miss it when I have to cross the tracks to get coffee (well, the good coffee anyway). Or how I could miss it when I can hear the trains going past.....
What it did take was a string of visitors coming into my apartment and saying, "Oh, you live on a train line?".
"OH MY GOD is that what THAT IS???!!?"
Yes it finally came to me this morning. I live on a train line. This explains everything. Thank you to all who pointed it out and enabled me to finally see that I live on a train line.
Needless to say I got out of the wrong side of bed this morning. Grumpeeeee. I don't think it's because I'm turning 32 tomorrow. Or because I had several glasses of red wine while doing my new picture wall (I am SUCH a good photographer). No, I'm grumpy becuase I had to get up and go to work.
Despising work is my new thing. I despise it with every atom of my being. I hate stockings. I hate peak hour traffic. I hate that I lose my ID card when I'm bursting for a pee and can't get out of this prison to go. I hate that I lose my ID card and can't get back into said prison after doing anything that could be considered "fun" outside the prison, and run late for something "important". Two good things about work - stationary, and getting paid. Not in that order, either......
Needless to say here I am, blogging (in a break so it's kosher). Of course I'm a Virgo, and therefore a perfectionist, so not only do I despise work with every atom of my being, but I do it perfectly. I also am obsessed with doing everything at work perfectly, so even though I despise it, I still do everything and do it well. I hate having OCD.
My house guest on the weekend made a few comments about the perfect nature of my apartment, some jokes about my perfectly hung towels and his compulsion to mess them up. Lucky for him he didn't mention the train line. Because that would have been ugly.
Ranting however. Ranting I can do - no problem.
For example. Yesterday I realised that I live on a train line. Not sure how I missed it when I did the property inspection, or when I moved in, or how I missed it generally when it is all I can see from the balcony. Or how I could miss it when my nephew and nephew-of-choice were waving at trains for 4 hours straight last weekend. Or how I could miss it when I have to cross the tracks to get coffee (well, the good coffee anyway). Or how I could miss it when I can hear the trains going past.....
What it did take was a string of visitors coming into my apartment and saying, "Oh, you live on a train line?".
"OH MY GOD is that what THAT IS???!!?"
Yes it finally came to me this morning. I live on a train line. This explains everything. Thank you to all who pointed it out and enabled me to finally see that I live on a train line.
Needless to say I got out of the wrong side of bed this morning. Grumpeeeee. I don't think it's because I'm turning 32 tomorrow. Or because I had several glasses of red wine while doing my new picture wall (I am SUCH a good photographer). No, I'm grumpy becuase I had to get up and go to work.
Despising work is my new thing. I despise it with every atom of my being. I hate stockings. I hate peak hour traffic. I hate that I lose my ID card when I'm bursting for a pee and can't get out of this prison to go. I hate that I lose my ID card and can't get back into said prison after doing anything that could be considered "fun" outside the prison, and run late for something "important". Two good things about work - stationary, and getting paid. Not in that order, either......
Needless to say here I am, blogging (in a break so it's kosher). Of course I'm a Virgo, and therefore a perfectionist, so not only do I despise work with every atom of my being, but I do it perfectly. I also am obsessed with doing everything at work perfectly, so even though I despise it, I still do everything and do it well. I hate having OCD.
My house guest on the weekend made a few comments about the perfect nature of my apartment, some jokes about my perfectly hung towels and his compulsion to mess them up. Lucky for him he didn't mention the train line. Because that would have been ugly.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Waiting, waiting, waiting. For Broadband.
Laying on my new Italian leather sofa. Waiting for Broadband. I have been waiting a long, long time.
I have forgotten how to cook. But definitely not eat. Or drink.
I am currently Head of Corporate Services. To the best of mw knowledge, this means I direct builders and tell them and their cranes where to drop our glass, and order massive holes to be cut in the ceiling. And I sign things. Lots of things.
I am also an Arts student. But thanks to Telstra, two weeks behind already.
I forgot in my desperate search for an inner city apartment with a view that you actually have to clean said apartment - bigger not better in this instance. Error.
Pictures will follow..... when I get my Broadband connection.
I have forgotten how to cook. But definitely not eat. Or drink.
I am currently Head of Corporate Services. To the best of mw knowledge, this means I direct builders and tell them and their cranes where to drop our glass, and order massive holes to be cut in the ceiling. And I sign things. Lots of things.
I am also an Arts student. But thanks to Telstra, two weeks behind already.
I forgot in my desperate search for an inner city apartment with a view that you actually have to clean said apartment - bigger not better in this instance. Error.
Pictures will follow..... when I get my Broadband connection.
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