I managed to get my knickers on the right way around today. Proud.

In other news, have managed to catch myself a cold. I feel awesome (read: shite). Think it might be man flu (ah.help.ah.menarefoolsssss!). Need to do groceries (soup, milk for hot chocolate, marshmallows & such) this arvy when I get off work so that I can come home & not leave house all weekend. Yes. Sleep. Tv. More sleep. & hot chocolate with marshmallows. It's been raining for the past couple of days anyhow so it's quite probably going to be like that for the weekend too, so it's not like i'm missing out on playing in the sunshine. PLUS. Really need to write some articles for TL as I didn't do one yesty or today yet.

Aight. Best be getting myself back to work (just came home for some lunch & dr phil fix) ... <3

Can I just say, yesterday I wore my knickers inside out for the second time this week. I discovered this at like 8pm (yeah, didn't take me long AT ALL!). I am so retarded in the mornings. Anyways, ready for another fab day... off to Starbucks for another writing session .... & tonight I have 2 jobs to go to, usual night job plus another quickie (2 hours or so, getting paid for 4 hours, gotta love that), taking minutes for some market research meeting. Fun times.

EDIT: Success! I have just lodged my Aussie tax return, and if the etax estimater thingymabob is accurate I will have a nice 'ol refund deposited into my account in a few weeks. Sweeeeet. Need all the pennies I can come by, damn pounds! Oh oh oh and in other money/pounds/english related news, my flatmate got a little notice that a courier had arrived for her today.... I am kinda hoping that the receptionist at my building put the notice under the wrong door and the courier was actually for me... and the package was in fact my visa... cross ya fingers for me?

I've been a bit mia on here lately, a bit of a case of if you haven't got anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. And with a whole heap of silly boyfriend drama of late I figured the don't say anything at all policy fit best. As of Sunday, however, we are more than okay and I can start feeling half excited about going to the UK with him.

Super exciting news: We've set a date to leave Christchurch, 8 August. We'll spend a couple of weeks tripping around NZ before flying out of Auckland to London. So soon! I haven't even applied for my working holiday visa yet... though I'm not too stressed about that because I spoke with the Visa First people yesterday and they said I'd should be fine, should get my application processed in 4 - 5 weeks. I guess the problem comes if they decline my application - I don't want to think about that unless it happens. Nothin' like last minute.

Doing my last week of my assignment at the Coroner's office, after this week I have a 2 week job making morning and afternoon tea for the corporate office of a concrete firm. Or something. Shall be absolutely thrilling :P The ever challenging environment of office temp work. I found what looks like a great website for a recruitment agency for admin work in London. Keeping my eye on London allows me perspective... all these dodgy jobs ARE for a reason. Anyways. Speaking of dodgy jobs, I have 2 hours til I start shift on my night job so I am going to collapse for a bit.

Another doozy from work today... while typing up a (13,700 word) document about angry kids, that was to be turned into a brochure, there was a suggestion that if children are angry it's best to get them to go off and do another activity to 'cool off'. One of the activities they suggested? Wood chopping. Yes, right, give the angry kid an axe.

Anyways, tis friday evening, off to the pub.

ps: why the eff is it only 5 degrees!!!? Bloody New Zealand.

The flatmate (who, by the way, has been demoted to 'girl next door' status, she's not interested in more then a 'hi' every now & then, aww) did it again. Off meat in the bin. What. the. fuck. Really, is this normal? Am I being anal? I mean, I understand that, being off, it needs to be thrown out... but who puts it in the kitchen trash bin and leaves it there for days? Why not walk 30 metres down the hall and pop it into the bin that gets emptied DAILY. Must admit, this meat debacle was less messy than the steak incident, it hadn't been there long enough to get stinky and she did manage to leave the plastic on this time so maybe I should just shut the eff up and be happy. Ha. Right.

& in other news... work! I'm temping at a charity welfare type office place. Really friendly bunch of people.. but i'm just there doing data entry and type-setting so it's kinda menial & boring. Things that have given me a wee chuckle include the following:

- the discovery of the word 'suicidality' in a brochure. Really? Suicidality?
- when entering a staff survey one comment was "Sometimes I wish I used my brain a bit more". I'm serious. Haha.

..but this one took the cake...

- "Apologies for the brown stain on the front page. A robin shat on it!" Lordy. Could've written that ON the front page so I didn't touch the robin shit. yeah THANKS ha.

But i'm not complaining. They've put me in my own office and I have a radio so all is well. I'm saving for England, god knows I need as many $$$ as poss... cuz the pounds conversion thing is gunna KICK my arse.

yesYES am so very proud, I did spend three hours this morning taping those boxes, & then some

The lovely lady at the office that I temped at today asked me what my 'area of expertise' was (as in what-did-you-do-back-in-your-country-before-the-travelling-and-office-hopping), I told her I worked in television (because it sounds glamorous... and because it's, well, the truth). Perhaps next time someone asks I can tell them I worked in television but I'm also good with boxes. Owww. Yeah, no. Okay. Bed time. Yeah.