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Aug. 28th, 2011 06:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shade184I don't really blog often these days. Used to be I'd post daily, sometimes even multiple times. But now it's hardly ever, thanks to my living situation not really allowing it. Ah well, not much to do about it. :P
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So this last week has been pretty interesting.
The first thing that happened is I applied for a new job. It involved going door-to-door, offering free solar electricity quotes. It was horrible work. I quit halfway through the third day. On the way home, I struck up a conversation with a little old lady, and helped her figure out where she needed to go, and in return she offered to pay my taxi fare. I didn't even do that much for her, but I accepted her offer.
When I got home, my workmates had just knocked off on a Friday, and were standing around enjoying beers after work. They immediately chucked me one, and we all started cracking jokes about my shitty ex-job. It's good to know who my friends are.
Also, karma got me back with three calls from telemarketers that very hour!
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Saturday night my boss invited me round to watch footy, so I said "fuck it" and headed out to Bribie Island. A couple of his friends and one of the guys from work were there, so it was pretty much just getting pissed and enjoying the moment. I used to not like this sort of thing, but it's actually a lot of fun now that I've gotten over my shyness.
Also, we won. Against the legendary All Blacks. Booyah.
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I know my boss's mum from when I was staying there, she moved in with him a while ago. We were on the verandah having breakfast, and she mentioned that I might be good at disabled care (which she does for a living). Apparently I have the right kind of experience (eldest of large family) and the right kind of personality (patient and empathic) for it. Since it's all government-sponsored, they pay for all the qualifications. And, she added, it's good money 'cause not many people can do it.
I thought about it for a long time. And you know what? She's right! This is actually something I could fucking do! I get a kick out of helping people, especially on a personal level; I'm patient, experienced, and can empathise like a boss. Lolbragging, but it's true.
And while I know I might not like it, I'm willing to try just about anything.
I'm heading into Centrelink first thing tomorrow to sort this out.
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Today was good, too. I caught up with an old friend for beers, and this evening I tried my first ever cigar. It was not what I was expecting at all. With cigarettes, you inhale the smoke to absorb the nicotine. They're essentially five-minute nicotine dispensers. Cigars, on the other hand, aren't even meant to be inhaled. There's no nicotine hit. It's just holding the smoke in your mouth for a moment to taste it, then relasing it. It's usually had with wine or a stiff drink, since the flavour on your tongue mixes with the drink. And there's a whole etiquette system for smoking a cigar.
And it was really nice! Cigarettes taste like shit, but cigars come in about a million different flavours and are in fact designed to be enjoyed not for their hit, but for their taste. They are infinitely classier than cigarettes, and so much less harmful that it's not even funny.
Only problem is that they're expensive, so I won't be having another for a while. But it was a good first experience.
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And now, to wrap up, meme time! I did a "love languages" test, found here. (This is the lead-in page, the link to the test is down the bottom.)
Physical Touch
If you didn't see that one coming a mile away, you probably don't know me very well. :P
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So this last week has been pretty interesting.
The first thing that happened is I applied for a new job. It involved going door-to-door, offering free solar electricity quotes. It was horrible work. I quit halfway through the third day. On the way home, I struck up a conversation with a little old lady, and helped her figure out where she needed to go, and in return she offered to pay my taxi fare. I didn't even do that much for her, but I accepted her offer.
When I got home, my workmates had just knocked off on a Friday, and were standing around enjoying beers after work. They immediately chucked me one, and we all started cracking jokes about my shitty ex-job. It's good to know who my friends are.
Also, karma got me back with three calls from telemarketers that very hour!
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Saturday night my boss invited me round to watch footy, so I said "fuck it" and headed out to Bribie Island. A couple of his friends and one of the guys from work were there, so it was pretty much just getting pissed and enjoying the moment. I used to not like this sort of thing, but it's actually a lot of fun now that I've gotten over my shyness.
Also, we won. Against the legendary All Blacks. Booyah.
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I know my boss's mum from when I was staying there, she moved in with him a while ago. We were on the verandah having breakfast, and she mentioned that I might be good at disabled care (which she does for a living). Apparently I have the right kind of experience (eldest of large family) and the right kind of personality (patient and empathic) for it. Since it's all government-sponsored, they pay for all the qualifications. And, she added, it's good money 'cause not many people can do it.
I thought about it for a long time. And you know what? She's right! This is actually something I could fucking do! I get a kick out of helping people, especially on a personal level; I'm patient, experienced, and can empathise like a boss. Lolbragging, but it's true.
And while I know I might not like it, I'm willing to try just about anything.
I'm heading into Centrelink first thing tomorrow to sort this out.
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Today was good, too. I caught up with an old friend for beers, and this evening I tried my first ever cigar. It was not what I was expecting at all. With cigarettes, you inhale the smoke to absorb the nicotine. They're essentially five-minute nicotine dispensers. Cigars, on the other hand, aren't even meant to be inhaled. There's no nicotine hit. It's just holding the smoke in your mouth for a moment to taste it, then relasing it. It's usually had with wine or a stiff drink, since the flavour on your tongue mixes with the drink. And there's a whole etiquette system for smoking a cigar.
And it was really nice! Cigarettes taste like shit, but cigars come in about a million different flavours and are in fact designed to be enjoyed not for their hit, but for their taste. They are infinitely classier than cigarettes, and so much less harmful that it's not even funny.
Only problem is that they're expensive, so I won't be having another for a while. But it was a good first experience.
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And now, to wrap up, meme time! I did a "love languages" test, found here. (This is the lead-in page, the link to the test is down the bottom.)
| Love Language Scores: 6 Words of Affirmation 6 Quality Time 1 Receiving Gifts 6 Acts of Service 11 Physical Touch | Interpreting and Using Your Profile Score: The highest score indicates your primary love language (the highest score is 12). It's not uncommon to have two high scores, although one language does have a slight edge for most people. That just means two languages are important to you. The lower scores indicate those languages you seldom use to communicate love and which probably don't affect you very much on an emotional level. |
Physical Touch
A person whose primary language is Physical Touch is, not surprisingly, very touchy. Hugs, pats on the back, and thoughtful touches on the arm—they can all be ways to show excitement, concern, care, and love. Physical presence and accessibility are crucial, while neglect or abuse can be unforgivable and destructive.
------If you didn't see that one coming a mile away, you probably don't know me very well. :P