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Mar. 28th, 2006 @ 09:20 pm Back to the Drawing Board
Current Mood: crushedcrushed
Current Music: The Dark Don't Hide It - Magnolia Electric Co.
Well well well,

It has been too long LiveJournal - indeed the edges have softened and the colours faded on this fad of mine. I apologise for being so inattentive; I promise it will most definitely happen again.

SO what has been going on since my last post I hear you say, which I do believe was in early December?

Many things Journal, many things. And then nothing...

I still find myself working in a trainyard, bereft of all proper forms of the English language and of clothes devoid of grease and dirt. I have found myself in all sorts of places despite this fact - spending January in Melbourne, February in Adelaide, and most of March in China. Not too bad a life for a shunter, is it?

But my absence from the virtual world has been due to nothing else than pathetic computer failure and the introduction of broadband internet - let's just say that they aren't really on speaking terms. I just feel abandoned in the middle, wondering if either truly love me.

But there is a tinge of sadness to my story. It seems that sometimes in life, the end most certainly does not justify the means. The past 13 months spent toiling at the coalface have earnt me nothing but a pat on the back and a push out the door. The "graduate program" (and I use that term loosely) I was on which promised to turn university throw-backs into corporate dreams has seen fit to stuff me in a corner where nobody can find me, because that is what the "company needs" are at present.

Well, there were many things that I "needed" whilst I was working over 50 hours a week:

- I needed a social life
- I needed some respect
- I needed to be recognised
- I needed to stop doing shift work
- I needed to spend more time with my partner
- I needed more sleep
- I needed to have time to wash my clothes and clean my house
- I needed to be valued

Somehow, I just don't think that "need", was really the appropriate word for the company to use. Want suits them so much better; like the want that a screaming tantrum-throwing child has.

So where to know Journal? Well, to another job mon frere. I'm not just a hatrack you know.
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Dec. 2nd, 2005 @ 11:16 pm The Old Fashioned Way
Current Mood: crankycranky
Current Music: Shut Your Mouth - Garbage
Car Service. There are not two words I loathe more, except perhaps "yearly check-up". Is that two and a half words? Oh well, anyway.

My car is a 2001 model Ford Laser. It has only done about 55 000 kms. So it's still a baby. One would presume that the service would be just that - new and fresh. $69 from Midas. I don't think so. Let's try $250. Apparently my rear brake pads required replacing, which I don't mind. What I do mind is that it costs about $160! I change brake shoes at work, and if I charged my boss $80 a shoe, he'd be going purple. Of course, I change brake shoes on locomotive wagons in a railyard, but really, what's the difference?

Mechanics of the web, enlighten me - I absolutely hate getting ripped off as much as I hate yearly check-ups. I struggle to feed myself each week and yet I can willingly give over 250 big ones to some guy who thinks I probably don't know the boot from the bonnet. Now as much as I condone stupidity on my own behalf, ignorance is another matter. I paid an extra twenty bucks to get the engine flushed, as I am always leaving my car in a dusty environment I thought it might help, but suddenly he pops up with an air filter problem, fuel flushing and some other flushings that frankly I associate with my yearly check-up.

Either way I feel as if I'm on a cold table with my legs akimbo and vulnerable.

Back in the old days, you'd get what you paid for, it'd take all day and they'd wash your windows and vaccuum your car. Well, Brisbane must still be in a time warp as they do it up there - it's only down here in Ripoffsville Sydney that you get a hidden agenda from your mechanic.

In fact, I now hate the words 'car service' more than 'yearly check-up'.
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Dec. 2nd, 2005 @ 12:08 pm And the wagon rolls on...
Current Mood: apatheticapathetic
Current Music: Yo Mama - Butterfingers
Hello Technology.

It is approximately ten minutes past eleven at night, and rather than my usual Friday night exploits I find myself at home alone discovering what on earth a "LiveJournal" is. My neanderthal brain is finding this whole experience a little stressful, so you will have to forgive if I have made some lj faux pas already.

Frankly, I don't really care. It's in my nature to be a faux pas. Or perhaps just use that word liberally. I am not sure.

Hmm, as a first post, this entry does seem particularly dour. Then that is perfect, as it duplicates reality succinctly. I am terribly sorry if the language does seem a little florid, but yet again, it is in my nature to say a lot of words when only one is required. Allow me to translate:

My life is about as exciting as watching grass grow.

Although some botanists may find particular joy in watching grass grow, let us just imagine that it is particularly boring grass. Especially to botanists. Cows may find the grass interesting, but then again, cows are boring and stupid.

Which brings me to my most beloved of subjects. Stupidity. I am of an idea that the world is actually a stupid factory for the rest of the universe - it would explain a lot. Parallel parking. Gambling machines with credit card access. Politicians. The list goes on.

And will go on, particularly in this journal. So welcome to the Stupid Factory. I hope your stay is well and by the way, do check out our highly exciting grass-growing attraction. Recommended by botanists and cows worldwide.
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