Ok so I managed to get through the secret chambers of Costco today.
The only reason is because my dad has a card (which he paid $60 for) and in my opinion, waste of money.
Unless you have a family of eight, i see no reason why Canberra should now become another state of the US of A.
Hersey Syrup, 2kgs of Philly cheese, 1 kg apple pie, 48 rolls of toilet paper, a $500 bottle of cognac, an extra large pizza, jeans, diamonds... i can keeping going but this is some of what I saw... and quite frankly, I don't understand why we have a Costco.
The worst part of it all is when my dad went to buy something he used his card, and for me, I decided to pay my part separately (strawberries) but because I wasn't on the fancy shmazy card I couldn't pay separately.
Huh?
I am paying you for goods but can't pay for it separately? My dad is paid $60 for a bloody card to shop at your establishment?
My response to Costco, the customer is making you money, and you want them to pay on top of their groceries, the privlege of walking through a giant shed.
Imagine Woolies, Coles or Aldi making you pay for a card to walk inside a shop to buy theirm marked up to the hilt, goods?! Bugger off!
I say, bugger off to Costco.
Americans likes their bulk, Australians their quality. I didn't see anything of quality, just quantity today.
It was first visit and my last.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
We deserve this damn it!
There is nothing like getting a call from my gorgeous friend to make me feel all gooey and happy.
After my crappy crappy and CRAPPY week, it was nice to finish off the week (and weekend) hanging out with my boy, and getting a call from my gorgeous friend.
And the best part is, she is happy. So happy I could actually hear her grinning from ear to ear and I was delighted. Absolutely freaking ecstatic.
I am happy to eat the laughter in my friend's voice. Her path is now much clearer than it was just eight months ago and now she is happy in herself and everything around her and that's gives great pleasure and joy.
It actually made me smile and feel good for her, and for myself. Because both her and I and are finally in a great place and we bloody deserve!
It was nice to be reminded that despite my crappy, there is something good happening... the bad part is I needed to be reminded. My bad!
After my crappy crappy and CRAPPY week, it was nice to finish off the week (and weekend) hanging out with my boy, and getting a call from my gorgeous friend.
And the best part is, she is happy. So happy I could actually hear her grinning from ear to ear and I was delighted. Absolutely freaking ecstatic.
I am happy to eat the laughter in my friend's voice. Her path is now much clearer than it was just eight months ago and now she is happy in herself and everything around her and that's gives great pleasure and joy.
It actually made me smile and feel good for her, and for myself. Because both her and I and are finally in a great place and we bloody deserve!
It was nice to be reminded that despite my crappy, there is something good happening... the bad part is I needed to be reminded. My bad!
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
One gold panther cuff with diamond, onyx and garnet - total $58,000 - huh?
When did it become responsible journalism to advertise jewellery in a fashion magazine that was greater then my house deposit?!
I know its a fashion magazine.
Believe me, I understand its not Time Magazine, the New Yorker, The Times, The Australian, or the Big Issue, but did all the airheads get together and decide advertising a piece of an overpriced, gaudy piece of metal justified paying $58,000 for?
I don't think the women paying $8 dollars for the magazine would be able to easily afford that piece of jewellery without mortgaging their entire future and the future of their children on.
Hey, maybe i was brought up differently. Or maybe the airheads have been breathing in too much of the airspray to be in touch with reality and the current economic climate.
The moment I saw that cuff advertised, I decided there and then, that would be the last time I would ever buy that magazine!
Good bye fashion magazine... its been a lovely and beautiful relationship but I've decided its you, not me. We have just drifted apart, gone in different directions, I don't like your hair done that way... you smell funny... ok that was low.
Thank you and good bye! ;o)
I know its a fashion magazine.
Believe me, I understand its not Time Magazine, the New Yorker, The Times, The Australian, or the Big Issue, but did all the airheads get together and decide advertising a piece of an overpriced, gaudy piece of metal justified paying $58,000 for?
I don't think the women paying $8 dollars for the magazine would be able to easily afford that piece of jewellery without mortgaging their entire future and the future of their children on.
Hey, maybe i was brought up differently. Or maybe the airheads have been breathing in too much of the airspray to be in touch with reality and the current economic climate.
The moment I saw that cuff advertised, I decided there and then, that would be the last time I would ever buy that magazine!
Good bye fashion magazine... its been a lovely and beautiful relationship but I've decided its you, not me. We have just drifted apart, gone in different directions, I don't like your hair done that way... you smell funny... ok that was low.
Thank you and good bye! ;o)
I'm channelling Steve Bradbury right now ...
So this week, my boss of seven years walked into my office, sat down and told me a job a delightful piece of news.
I have been working in a higher duties job for more than two years, and three months ago, I applied for my job to made permanent and went to interview.
All good so far.
I felt confident and assured that my role was secure and that the splitting of my into two would finally give me the role I had been waiting for, for two years.
So, this week, my boss sat down and explained to me that I in fact came third in my job, effectively meaning, I didn't win it.
The first position was given to someone who wanted the other half of my old crappy job (fine, have it... hated it anyway) but the other half, was all I wanted. He told me that someone outside my work, applied and had won it, but then declined.
So... "we decided to give it to you, cause you were next..."
Oh gee thanks so much for the opportunity but how about you jam that up your tight arse and mind you manners. (I am aware by using that language, i in fact need to mind mine but .... no).
Before I had a chance to utter any words, my boss then tells me that, when he realised I had come third he started looking around for second rate jobs for me. Ok, he didn't use those words but after he told me where he was looking, it was.
"Luckily, it never came to that."
Thanks for that. I really appreciate you putting me forward for the crappy, second rate jobs, you believe I would be perfect for.
And then, last but not least, proceeds to tell me that he has ideas for my career and that he is going to look into other opportunities to further me in the organisation.
WHO THE HELL ASKED YOU!
I screamed this in my head, and avoided the urge to grab my keyboard. Of course, I am not one of those people but in the moment my whole body was blotchy and hot from holding the anger in. I felt humilated.
Last time I checked I was responsible for my career... but apparently I was wrong!
The worst part is that I don't feel like celebrating a job I worked my booty off for because they never picked me. They saw my corporate knowledge, my ten years experience in the field, and strong work ethic, as something to be disposed because someone else was at level. That was the only reason.
So I feel a little like Steve Bradbury.
I won the gold but don't quite feel like parading while the others are scattered all around me.
Steve Bradbury trained hard for his sport and frankly won the gold cause other idiots couldn't stay upright. It may have been a fluke but he still trained his entire life for that race and kissed that gold medal like he should have.
And maybe a few days from now I will feel like doing just that but right now I feel like tripping one of those smug Germans ...
I have been working in a higher duties job for more than two years, and three months ago, I applied for my job to made permanent and went to interview.
All good so far.
I felt confident and assured that my role was secure and that the splitting of my into two would finally give me the role I had been waiting for, for two years.
So, this week, my boss sat down and explained to me that I in fact came third in my job, effectively meaning, I didn't win it.
The first position was given to someone who wanted the other half of my old crappy job (fine, have it... hated it anyway) but the other half, was all I wanted. He told me that someone outside my work, applied and had won it, but then declined.
So... "we decided to give it to you, cause you were next..."
Oh gee thanks so much for the opportunity but how about you jam that up your tight arse and mind you manners. (I am aware by using that language, i in fact need to mind mine but .... no).
Before I had a chance to utter any words, my boss then tells me that, when he realised I had come third he started looking around for second rate jobs for me. Ok, he didn't use those words but after he told me where he was looking, it was.
"Luckily, it never came to that."
Thanks for that. I really appreciate you putting me forward for the crappy, second rate jobs, you believe I would be perfect for.
And then, last but not least, proceeds to tell me that he has ideas for my career and that he is going to look into other opportunities to further me in the organisation.
WHO THE HELL ASKED YOU!
I screamed this in my head, and avoided the urge to grab my keyboard. Of course, I am not one of those people but in the moment my whole body was blotchy and hot from holding the anger in. I felt humilated.
Last time I checked I was responsible for my career... but apparently I was wrong!
The worst part is that I don't feel like celebrating a job I worked my booty off for because they never picked me. They saw my corporate knowledge, my ten years experience in the field, and strong work ethic, as something to be disposed because someone else was at level. That was the only reason.
So I feel a little like Steve Bradbury.
I won the gold but don't quite feel like parading while the others are scattered all around me.
Steve Bradbury trained hard for his sport and frankly won the gold cause other idiots couldn't stay upright. It may have been a fluke but he still trained his entire life for that race and kissed that gold medal like he should have.
And maybe a few days from now I will feel like doing just that but right now I feel like tripping one of those smug Germans ...
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Basic rules for driving in Canberra
I saw this and had to share it...
1. Indicators will give away your next move. A real Canberra driver never uses them.
2. Under no circumstances should you leave a safe distance between you and the car in front of you, or somebody else will fill in that space, putting you in an even more dangerous situation.
3. Crossing two or more lanes in a single lane change is considered "going with the flow."
4. The faster you drive through a red light, the less chance you have of getting hit.
5. Never get in the way of an older car that needs extensive repairs. The other guy doesn't have anything to lose.
6. Braking is to be done as hard and as late as possible to ensure that your ABS kicks in, giving a nice, relaxing foot massage as the brake pedal pulsates. For those of you without ABS, it's a chance to stretch your legs.
7. Speed limits are arbitrary figures, given only as suggestions and apparently not enforceable in the metro area during rush hour.
8. Please remember that there is no such thing as a shortcut during rush-hour traffic in Canberra.
9. Always slow down and rubberneck when you see an accident or even someone changing a tyre.
10. Everybody thinks their vehicle is better than yours, especially 4WD drivers.
11. Learn to swerve abruptly. Canberra is the home of High-Speed Slalom Driving thanks to the Urban services, which puts potholes in key locations to test drivers' reflexes and keep them on their toes, not forgetting the 'Test your skill' chicanes in suburbs.
12. It is traditional in Canberra to honk your horn at cars that don't move the instant the light changes.
13. Seeking eye contact with another driver revokes your right of way.
14. Never take a green light at face value. Always look right and left before proceeding.
15. Remember that the goal of every Canberra driver is to get there first, by whatever means necessary.
16. Real Canberra women drivers can put on pantyhose and apply eye makeup at 75 kph in bumper-to-bumper traffic.
17. Real Canberra men drivers can remove pantyhose and a bra at 95 kph in bumper-to-bumper traffic.
18. Heavy fog and rain are no reasons to change any of the previously listed rules. These weather conditions are God's way ensuring a natural selection process for panel beaters, junkyards, and new vehicle sales. It is an acceptable practice to increase our speed in comparison to the rate of rain fall, i.e.: the harder it rains, the faster you go.
19. There is a commonly held belief in Canberra that high-speed tailgating in heavy traffic reduces petrol consumption as you get sucked along in the slipstream of the car in front.
20. It's OK to cut off fully loaded semi-trailers, road trains and buses because, hell - they have brakes.
21. It is an essential duty of the driver to preserve the life of his passengers. Hence no matter how much of an inconvenience it may be, always find a detour around The Causeway, Lower Kambah, Lower Wanniassa, Scullin, Areas of Ainslie, and Oaks Estate.
22. Always anticipate oncoming traffic while driving down a one-way street.
23. It's O.K when driving in Belconnen's suburbs to air your grievances at bad drivers by giving the "one finger salute" while screaming out "#%*#". However, it is imperative you are driving at least a 5-litre V8 with a crow bar in your lap.
24. Canberra drivers are experts at merging, when in two or more lanes travelling in the same direction, ensure that if you see someone politely indicating, waiting slowly trying to merge into your lane, show them that they must 'Wait their turn' to use your lane. Speed up, try to cut them off, should they succeed and get into your lane never mind that it was actually legal for them to do that, ensure that your flash your lights, honk your horn, use extreme hand gestures, even tailgate them, just to let them know, IT WAS YOUR LANE.
25. Ensure that when merging into traffic travelling at any more than 40kph that you stop in the merging lane, backing up traffic for miles behind you, ensuring that you have given yourself or no-one else that opportunity to merge. Again, forget that the traffic handbook states that you should speed up to meet traffic speed then merge. If you are travelling in a lane near a merge lane, don't changes lanes to make it easy for them, instead see rule 24, after all they deserve it.
26. While using Canberra roundabouts, particularly two lane roundabouts, ENSURE that you are in the left lane to turn right, or the right to turn left, hell lets keep those people in those other lanes on their toes.
27. If you are an Action bus driver, you must win at all costs, getting to your destination prior to any other driver is life and death. Never worry about your passengers bouncing round in the back like tennis balls, hell it's a cheap form of theme park, in fact Canberra's very own.
28. Canberra Cabs, see rule 27, except you are now qualifying for the GMC 400.
29. Pedestrian crossings - What are they?
30. If you are a cyclist, remember YOU ARE INVINCIBLE, you are stronger than ANY vehicle travelling at speed, MAKE SURE you take the whole lane for yourself, and at night NEVER use lights, remember They Will See You
1. Indicators will give away your next move. A real Canberra driver never uses them.
2. Under no circumstances should you leave a safe distance between you and the car in front of you, or somebody else will fill in that space, putting you in an even more dangerous situation.
3. Crossing two or more lanes in a single lane change is considered "going with the flow."
4. The faster you drive through a red light, the less chance you have of getting hit.
5. Never get in the way of an older car that needs extensive repairs. The other guy doesn't have anything to lose.
6. Braking is to be done as hard and as late as possible to ensure that your ABS kicks in, giving a nice, relaxing foot massage as the brake pedal pulsates. For those of you without ABS, it's a chance to stretch your legs.
7. Speed limits are arbitrary figures, given only as suggestions and apparently not enforceable in the metro area during rush hour.
8. Please remember that there is no such thing as a shortcut during rush-hour traffic in Canberra.
9. Always slow down and rubberneck when you see an accident or even someone changing a tyre.
10. Everybody thinks their vehicle is better than yours, especially 4WD drivers.
11. Learn to swerve abruptly. Canberra is the home of High-Speed Slalom Driving thanks to the Urban services, which puts potholes in key locations to test drivers' reflexes and keep them on their toes, not forgetting the 'Test your skill' chicanes in suburbs.
12. It is traditional in Canberra to honk your horn at cars that don't move the instant the light changes.
13. Seeking eye contact with another driver revokes your right of way.
14. Never take a green light at face value. Always look right and left before proceeding.
15. Remember that the goal of every Canberra driver is to get there first, by whatever means necessary.
16. Real Canberra women drivers can put on pantyhose and apply eye makeup at 75 kph in bumper-to-bumper traffic.
17. Real Canberra men drivers can remove pantyhose and a bra at 95 kph in bumper-to-bumper traffic.
18. Heavy fog and rain are no reasons to change any of the previously listed rules. These weather conditions are God's way ensuring a natural selection process for panel beaters, junkyards, and new vehicle sales. It is an acceptable practice to increase our speed in comparison to the rate of rain fall, i.e.: the harder it rains, the faster you go.
19. There is a commonly held belief in Canberra that high-speed tailgating in heavy traffic reduces petrol consumption as you get sucked along in the slipstream of the car in front.
20. It's OK to cut off fully loaded semi-trailers, road trains and buses because, hell - they have brakes.
21. It is an essential duty of the driver to preserve the life of his passengers. Hence no matter how much of an inconvenience it may be, always find a detour around The Causeway, Lower Kambah, Lower Wanniassa, Scullin, Areas of Ainslie, and Oaks Estate.
22. Always anticipate oncoming traffic while driving down a one-way street.
23. It's O.K when driving in Belconnen's suburbs to air your grievances at bad drivers by giving the "one finger salute" while screaming out "#%*#". However, it is imperative you are driving at least a 5-litre V8 with a crow bar in your lap.
24. Canberra drivers are experts at merging, when in two or more lanes travelling in the same direction, ensure that if you see someone politely indicating, waiting slowly trying to merge into your lane, show them that they must 'Wait their turn' to use your lane. Speed up, try to cut them off, should they succeed and get into your lane never mind that it was actually legal for them to do that, ensure that your flash your lights, honk your horn, use extreme hand gestures, even tailgate them, just to let them know, IT WAS YOUR LANE.
25. Ensure that when merging into traffic travelling at any more than 40kph that you stop in the merging lane, backing up traffic for miles behind you, ensuring that you have given yourself or no-one else that opportunity to merge. Again, forget that the traffic handbook states that you should speed up to meet traffic speed then merge. If you are travelling in a lane near a merge lane, don't changes lanes to make it easy for them, instead see rule 24, after all they deserve it.
26. While using Canberra roundabouts, particularly two lane roundabouts, ENSURE that you are in the left lane to turn right, or the right to turn left, hell lets keep those people in those other lanes on their toes.
27. If you are an Action bus driver, you must win at all costs, getting to your destination prior to any other driver is life and death. Never worry about your passengers bouncing round in the back like tennis balls, hell it's a cheap form of theme park, in fact Canberra's very own.
28. Canberra Cabs, see rule 27, except you are now qualifying for the GMC 400.
29. Pedestrian crossings - What are they?
30. If you are a cyclist, remember YOU ARE INVINCIBLE, you are stronger than ANY vehicle travelling at speed, MAKE SURE you take the whole lane for yourself, and at night NEVER use lights, remember They Will See You
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Ok don't panic... everything is going to be oookkkk
This week I bought wrinkle cream.
That fandangle Garnier stuff that makes the skin all supple and soft and apparently helps smooth out fine lines.
See my slight hiccup is that in exactly 12 weeks I will be turning the big 3-0.
Now I am not hearing any drumming, ticking, explosions or anything that sounds like a parade of random words that I apparently should be hearing when you near 30.
All I hear is wrinkle cream.
Why!! Why did I buy it?
I was sucked in by those stupid advertisements about youthful skin! I'm a sucker I know but come on, if you could see my skin, you would be buying a jar or two. Its pretty soft, baby bum soft.
Now, who knows if this stuff will work but soft skin, is soft skin and this baby loves soft skin.
So in 12 weeks I will be 30 years young. I was wondering over the weekend and these past few days about pathways, if I signed the dotted line and joined the Australian Airforce, where would I be today?
What if I decided to stay in London instead of emailing my boss in Australia and telling him I was coming back (I had the letter of resignation attached to the email too).
But I haven't regretted a thing, or any decision I have made in my 20s because my 20s were fucking fantastic!
Sorry about the language but seriously my 20s were spent travelling world, living in different cities, building a career, and finally finishing it off by buying my first home.
And without sounding too Disney (as I like to call it) I have a boyfriend who is wonderful, is smart as well as a smart arse, makes me laugh, and knows how to cook. Not too shabby!
And 12 weeks out from my birthday, I can reflect back and smile.
I might have bought wrinkle today but maybe when I turn 40 I will look like a 30 year old. If not, well my breasts better be naturally death defying and have an arse that won't quit!
Monday, August 15, 2011
I'm not sure... pole dancing; really?
Ok a friend of mine asked me today if I am interested in joining a pole dancing class and my immediate response was yes.
Now I wonder if I am up to the task?
I googled pole dancing and saw pictures of women holding themsevles upside down with their thighs! WITH THEIR THIGHS!
Ok also when i googled pole dancing, it came up with other websites but i just choose to ignore those ones... I am a lady after all.
So my dilemma is that I am a size 14, curvy, with a nice toosh and pretty good set of breasts but can i hold my weight on a skinny pole with just my thighs? My inner cheerleader says yes... reality says no.
These women are also wearing short shorts, with leg warmers and heels and quite frankly, bogans... I am nothing like that. If anything I would go just purely to take the piss and judge them, its the only way they know that square french tip nails are wrong; just wrong!!
My first class is next month, so fingers crossed I can shake my booty the way I only know how.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)