What Bear did, on Good Friday.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Monday, March 28, 2005
Red cross and red tape
On Easter Sunday, Bear and I did a bit of charity work, and went door-knocking for the Red Cross. Technically, I was the one who volunteered, having been at home when the phone rang and the kind of person who cannot say no (unlike Bear, who knows how to say "nothankyou i'mnotinterested" really fast and then put down the phone), and so off we went with our little name tags and little plastic red cross bags and fiddly little receipt books. I even wore my red dress, for the look of it, and Bear put on his good shirt. :P
In the end we did alright, considering half the people in our street weren't home. Everyone else was very nice about it and gave 5 or ten dollar notes, with one guy emptying out his 5 cent collection into the bag. Most common excuse for not giving appears to be "I've given enough money already", which is fair enough, and at one house we were almost mauled by a snarling black dog, but it was good fun nonetheless.
In other news, Bear and I have set off on the road towards applying for a spouse (de facto) visa for me, after working out that the benefits (residence!) would probably outweigh the hassle and costs, although i have to say the hassle has been considerable Already, especially the stupid medical thing. Hopefully, after i make my 4th appointment to see the third medical specialist he will write a letter to the immigration authorities saying: Stop sending this poor girl around making appointments and taking tests and giving her money away there is absolutely nothing wrong with her and so give her a visa please. Thank you.
That's the health check side of things... Thankfully the australian police check was relatively simple and straightforward, but the same can't be said of the singapore version, where i had to visit the police station here three times in order to get a set of fingerprints taken (i have really grubby looking hands now), and answer all kinds of questions about my income and reasons for emigrating! Hilarious.
Living in Sydney has somewhat attuned me to being sensitive to being asked questions that are really quite unnecessary. I suspect there is a bit of a culture in Singapore where the standard is to collect as Much information that could possibly be slightly relevant at all for every person, nevermind if you're never going to use all of that or if it's even any of your business to know!
I remember when i first took over the post of Secretary for our little singapore students' association at UNSW, i was just astounded at the membership form. So many details! From the mundane (address, contact details in sydney), to things like address in Singapore, passport/IC number(!), NS status(!!), race (!!!), etc etc. I wouldn't be surprised if you had to fill in your bloodtype. I just scrapped the whole thing of course, no way was i going to make people fill that in, nor was i going to type it all into a database. Bureaucracy! Such a waste of time!
Of course i later found out why there might've been all those details... A singapore overseas organisation (that i won't name) told us, give us the details of your members and we'll give you money. Apparently they did this every year. I told them, no, we can't, its illegal, plus wrong you know. They said, we need their details please, especially things like NS status and stuff, and we'll give you our sponsorship. To which i said, did you not hear me correctly? I am not giving you anyone's details without asking them first, and even then, i don't have all that bloody useless information. To which i think they got angry and said, we gave you the information pack! with all the forms to collect that information with! and i said, what? where? no you didn't! and at that point the (then) president of our little association said um... you know what? now that i think about it, i might have some stuff from them in my room somewhere, err.. kinda forgot about it.
And then i said, oh. well. OOPs.
Still, they had no right to demand those details. As if it was their Right! Ballwipes.
:P
In the end we did alright, considering half the people in our street weren't home. Everyone else was very nice about it and gave 5 or ten dollar notes, with one guy emptying out his 5 cent collection into the bag. Most common excuse for not giving appears to be "I've given enough money already", which is fair enough, and at one house we were almost mauled by a snarling black dog, but it was good fun nonetheless.
In other news, Bear and I have set off on the road towards applying for a spouse (de facto) visa for me, after working out that the benefits (residence!) would probably outweigh the hassle and costs, although i have to say the hassle has been considerable Already, especially the stupid medical thing. Hopefully, after i make my 4th appointment to see the third medical specialist he will write a letter to the immigration authorities saying: Stop sending this poor girl around making appointments and taking tests and giving her money away there is absolutely nothing wrong with her and so give her a visa please. Thank you.
That's the health check side of things... Thankfully the australian police check was relatively simple and straightforward, but the same can't be said of the singapore version, where i had to visit the police station here three times in order to get a set of fingerprints taken (i have really grubby looking hands now), and answer all kinds of questions about my income and reasons for emigrating! Hilarious.
Living in Sydney has somewhat attuned me to being sensitive to being asked questions that are really quite unnecessary. I suspect there is a bit of a culture in Singapore where the standard is to collect as Much information that could possibly be slightly relevant at all for every person, nevermind if you're never going to use all of that or if it's even any of your business to know!
I remember when i first took over the post of Secretary for our little singapore students' association at UNSW, i was just astounded at the membership form. So many details! From the mundane (address, contact details in sydney), to things like address in Singapore, passport/IC number(!), NS status(!!), race (!!!), etc etc. I wouldn't be surprised if you had to fill in your bloodtype. I just scrapped the whole thing of course, no way was i going to make people fill that in, nor was i going to type it all into a database. Bureaucracy! Such a waste of time!
Of course i later found out why there might've been all those details... A singapore overseas organisation (that i won't name) told us, give us the details of your members and we'll give you money. Apparently they did this every year. I told them, no, we can't, its illegal, plus wrong you know. They said, we need their details please, especially things like NS status and stuff, and we'll give you our sponsorship. To which i said, did you not hear me correctly? I am not giving you anyone's details without asking them first, and even then, i don't have all that bloody useless information. To which i think they got angry and said, we gave you the information pack! with all the forms to collect that information with! and i said, what? where? no you didn't! and at that point the (then) president of our little association said um... you know what? now that i think about it, i might have some stuff from them in my room somewhere, err.. kinda forgot about it.
And then i said, oh. well. OOPs.
Still, they had no right to demand those details. As if it was their Right! Ballwipes.
:P
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Monday, March 21, 2005
Howl's moving castle
After watching my little pirated copy of Howl's Moving Castle, belated present from my cheapskate brother, I decided, gosh, i need to read the book!
The movie is directed by Hayao Miyazaki, and has many of his little touches, particularly in his animation of the inanimate... But i have to say, whether it was simply the fan-subtitling, or the fact that it was obviously filmed in the theatre and had silhouettes of people getting up from their seats.. or because Bear had trouble converting it to a vcd, it somehow feels like we only got half the story. There was a lot of "what? why did she just do that?" and so on. Narrative failure.
This incited me to go and read the book it was based on, by Diana Wynne Jones, and I haven't yet found it, but have already read 2.5 of her other books, mainly in her Chrestomanci Chronicles and they are Very Good!
If anyone is looking for something to fill the void till half blood prince in july, try Diana Wynne Jones! She writes her children's (young adult?) books in that wonderfully simple way, with clarity and brevity, a truly interesting story, and a very wry sense of humour. Also, she's not obvious, in the way that some writers can be, where you read a paragraph and you think, plot device! or suchlike.
There. That is my little bloggy update for now. In other news, I have been to Rise at Darlinghurst twice now, and i think if i save up and am good, i can go back once every week! *mad grin of delight*
Must give thanks to Augustus Gloop of the GrabYourFork bloggything, for bringing it to my attention, and to Sammie, for first sending me the link to that site. :P
Places to go! Things to eat!
The movie is directed by Hayao Miyazaki, and has many of his little touches, particularly in his animation of the inanimate... But i have to say, whether it was simply the fan-subtitling, or the fact that it was obviously filmed in the theatre and had silhouettes of people getting up from their seats.. or because Bear had trouble converting it to a vcd, it somehow feels like we only got half the story. There was a lot of "what? why did she just do that?" and so on. Narrative failure.
This incited me to go and read the book it was based on, by Diana Wynne Jones, and I haven't yet found it, but have already read 2.5 of her other books, mainly in her Chrestomanci Chronicles and they are Very Good!
If anyone is looking for something to fill the void till half blood prince in july, try Diana Wynne Jones! She writes her children's (young adult?) books in that wonderfully simple way, with clarity and brevity, a truly interesting story, and a very wry sense of humour. Also, she's not obvious, in the way that some writers can be, where you read a paragraph and you think, plot device! or suchlike.
There. That is my little bloggy update for now. In other news, I have been to Rise at Darlinghurst twice now, and i think if i save up and am good, i can go back once every week! *mad grin of delight*
Must give thanks to Augustus Gloop of the GrabYourFork bloggything, for bringing it to my attention, and to Sammie, for first sending me the link to that site. :P
Places to go! Things to eat!
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Late night blah blahs
Its late, and I should be going to bed but i don't . quite .. want . to.
I miss my late nights. Being awake and having the night all to myself. Maybe I have a moonlight deficiency. hahaha. It's no fun leh, being hardworking and all that rubbish. And it's not even as if i do allll that much work. Its just the sortof annoying constant tugging on your mind when juggling one full-time study commitment and two part-time jobs... the day never quite ends. Even if i've spent the morning fiddling with my research design and then the afternoon managing kiddies, i spend the night thinking i should be doing readings for the next tutorial or something. Thinking only lah, i'm not that hardworking. Or i find myself staying up late at night to wrestle with MS Excel and Word and their little formatting disputes because i couldn't be arsed to do this over the weekend (MY weekend! Mine!) nor any other day because sometimes, its not so much the actual hours worked, its the preparation, the commitment, the planning, coping, and recovering from those hours that takes up all the time in my day. Like Qiao said about sleeping, she considered it part of her job because if she didn't sleep, she couldn't work, and because she had to sleep, she couldn't go out and enjoy herself. She's a flight attendant though, so going out and enjoying oneself is more interesting for her, but the point is similar. :P
One reason Bear and i get on so easily might be that we're not really do-ers.. We start interesting projects and then complete them only as far as we have to, or leave them to collect dust somewhere.. We also tend to wander, rather than zooming from point to point, and occasionally we get nowhere, which is frustrating but it is more frustrating not having the time and space to mosey about a bit. We're not very hectic people.
I don't mind not getting many things done if it means i have time to do nothing.
And time to stay up late and mooch about online.
Unfortunately, i take my sleep very seriously too.
I'd better go to bed.
Bleeeeaaaah.
Goodnight goodnight, all you spiders and flies, and those bugs in the microwave who somehow survive.
I miss my late nights. Being awake and having the night all to myself. Maybe I have a moonlight deficiency. hahaha. It's no fun leh, being hardworking and all that rubbish. And it's not even as if i do allll that much work. Its just the sortof annoying constant tugging on your mind when juggling one full-time study commitment and two part-time jobs... the day never quite ends. Even if i've spent the morning fiddling with my research design and then the afternoon managing kiddies, i spend the night thinking i should be doing readings for the next tutorial or something. Thinking only lah, i'm not that hardworking. Or i find myself staying up late at night to wrestle with MS Excel and Word and their little formatting disputes because i couldn't be arsed to do this over the weekend (MY weekend! Mine!) nor any other day because sometimes, its not so much the actual hours worked, its the preparation, the commitment, the planning, coping, and recovering from those hours that takes up all the time in my day. Like Qiao said about sleeping, she considered it part of her job because if she didn't sleep, she couldn't work, and because she had to sleep, she couldn't go out and enjoy herself. She's a flight attendant though, so going out and enjoying oneself is more interesting for her, but the point is similar. :P
One reason Bear and i get on so easily might be that we're not really do-ers.. We start interesting projects and then complete them only as far as we have to, or leave them to collect dust somewhere.. We also tend to wander, rather than zooming from point to point, and occasionally we get nowhere, which is frustrating but it is more frustrating not having the time and space to mosey about a bit. We're not very hectic people.
I don't mind not getting many things done if it means i have time to do nothing.
And time to stay up late and mooch about online.
Unfortunately, i take my sleep very seriously too.
I'd better go to bed.
Bleeeeaaaah.
Goodnight goodnight, all you spiders and flies, and those bugs in the microwave who somehow survive.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Vet visited
When it was finally time to go to the vet last Sunday, we went into the living room and found all but one of the windows in the fort blocked up by paper towel. Clearly Linus had been at work since we'd last checked, but the fort lifts right up, having been a cardboard fruit box in its prior life and having no floor when upside down, so the ratties were easily collected, installed in their little takeaway hut, and off we went!
It was a good visit, the lump on Linus was thankfully nothing cancerous and turned out to be no more than a sebaceous cyst, which was ..er.. expressed by the vet (i.e. he stuck a needle in and then squeezed white gunk out). Linus behaved surprisingly well throughout, despite his expressed reservations about vets in general and all things to do with being outside of his cage or the living room.
Which reminds me... one question that takes me by surprise when people ask about my rats is "do they run away?"... which should really be no surprise since i have owned hamsters in the past and running away seems to be the pinnacle of hamsterian achievement and goal fulfillment.. but anyway, that's not the case with ratties, who seem to know a good home when they've got one, and get rather attached to their cages and play areas. They like going home to have naps and take care of business in their litter tray, and hang out on their hammocks, even when they're let out for play time. Also, they're very good about boundaries, particularly in our living room, where the doors are usually left open to let the aircon in, and nothing more than a low cushion is placed as the barrier between rooms. Linus especially likes to jump up on the cushion to survey his domain and look at the room beyond, but will not venture past it. Even then, he knows he's not really allowed on the cushion, and if i clap my hands or say his name loudly, will turn around and quickly jump off the cushion. Kimi is a little less familiar with this notion of "not allowed", but he keeps within the boundaries anyway. Maybe it's just a territorial thing, but it certainly makes a difference to have a pet that isn't trying to get away from you all the time.
Ratties rock my world.
:P
It was a good visit, the lump on Linus was thankfully nothing cancerous and turned out to be no more than a sebaceous cyst, which was ..er.. expressed by the vet (i.e. he stuck a needle in and then squeezed white gunk out). Linus behaved surprisingly well throughout, despite his expressed reservations about vets in general and all things to do with being outside of his cage or the living room.
Which reminds me... one question that takes me by surprise when people ask about my rats is "do they run away?"... which should really be no surprise since i have owned hamsters in the past and running away seems to be the pinnacle of hamsterian achievement and goal fulfillment.. but anyway, that's not the case with ratties, who seem to know a good home when they've got one, and get rather attached to their cages and play areas. They like going home to have naps and take care of business in their litter tray, and hang out on their hammocks, even when they're let out for play time. Also, they're very good about boundaries, particularly in our living room, where the doors are usually left open to let the aircon in, and nothing more than a low cushion is placed as the barrier between rooms. Linus especially likes to jump up on the cushion to survey his domain and look at the room beyond, but will not venture past it. Even then, he knows he's not really allowed on the cushion, and if i clap my hands or say his name loudly, will turn around and quickly jump off the cushion. Kimi is a little less familiar with this notion of "not allowed", but he keeps within the boundaries anyway. Maybe it's just a territorial thing, but it certainly makes a difference to have a pet that isn't trying to get away from you all the time.
Ratties rock my world.
:P
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Linus holds the fort
The ratties are off to the vet again. Now that Kimi's sore foot has cleared up and he's prancing around again, Linus has turned up a little lump around his left hind leg... I don't know what to think, so haven't thought about it much, but a visit to the vet is probably the best thing we can do now.
Perhaps I shouldn't have called and made the appointment with Kimi on my lap, nor should i have told him why we were going back to the doctor because he must've told Linus. The boys were given free rein in the living room this morning, and when Bear went in to offer them some lemon sugar pancake, he found them both in the fort, and Kimi, ever alert to the presence of food, stuck his nose out a window for his pancake, which was quickly followed by Linus' nose. Linus surprisingly didn't accept his pancake, but, having assessed the situation, proceeded to stuff paper towels through the window to block it off. Bear then tried to offer the pancake through the main entrance, which was finally accepted by Linus, but then immediately followed by a stuffing of paper towel to seal off that entrance. Two seconds later, some extraneous paper towel was removed from the main entrance blockade and emerged upstairs, stuffed into the entrance to the second level of the fort.
It's not the most thorough job, several of the windows are still unsealed, but i think his intentions are clear.
Perhaps I shouldn't have called and made the appointment with Kimi on my lap, nor should i have told him why we were going back to the doctor because he must've told Linus. The boys were given free rein in the living room this morning, and when Bear went in to offer them some lemon sugar pancake, he found them both in the fort, and Kimi, ever alert to the presence of food, stuck his nose out a window for his pancake, which was quickly followed by Linus' nose. Linus surprisingly didn't accept his pancake, but, having assessed the situation, proceeded to stuff paper towels through the window to block it off. Bear then tried to offer the pancake through the main entrance, which was finally accepted by Linus, but then immediately followed by a stuffing of paper towel to seal off that entrance. Two seconds later, some extraneous paper towel was removed from the main entrance blockade and emerged upstairs, stuffed into the entrance to the second level of the fort.
It's not the most thorough job, several of the windows are still unsealed, but i think his intentions are clear.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
She survives!
And makes only a small fool of herself. By the time the third tute came along, i was a pro. I knew what to say, what questions to ask, even understood what people were saying back to me most of the time! Triumph!
I am now officially tutor. Someone even left the class saying "that was really good". Yeah!
Next time, with any luck, maybe more than one out of 65 will think that.
Hurrah!
Bear says "I knew you would be fine."
Well hindsight is all very well and good isn't it. I was a rather frazzled bundle of nerves nearly all of last night, and said to Bear, "Do you know what i'm most worried about for tomorrow?"
Bear: Not being confident enough?
syn: no..
Bear: Saying the wrong thing? Making a fool out of yourself?
syn: noooo...
Bear: Not knowing the subject matter?
syn: no no no.. *shakes head*
Bear: Well what then?
syn: What am i going to wear?!?!
Bear: Of course!
:P
In the end, i wore my favourite tiered brown skirt, one of my many black t-shirts and brown doc marts. Good outfit for sitting on desks and swinging one's legs about whilst surveying one's new domain.
Yay!
In other news, apparently i have asthma, which has been dormant practically all my life but was rudely awakened by that truly terrible bout of bronchitis in January. I had envisaged a small army of evil bacteria holding fort in my lungs somewhere, having survived the onslaught of antibiotics, striving only to make mucus, reproduce, and survive another day.
I thought maybe a last course of antibiotics would do the trick.
Instead, I have a puffer! very exciting.
Die, you evil bacterium, DIE.
I am now officially tutor. Someone even left the class saying "that was really good". Yeah!
Next time, with any luck, maybe more than one out of 65 will think that.
Hurrah!
Bear says "I knew you would be fine."
Well hindsight is all very well and good isn't it. I was a rather frazzled bundle of nerves nearly all of last night, and said to Bear, "Do you know what i'm most worried about for tomorrow?"
Bear: Not being confident enough?
syn: no..
Bear: Saying the wrong thing? Making a fool out of yourself?
syn: noooo...
Bear: Not knowing the subject matter?
syn: no no no.. *shakes head*
Bear: Well what then?
syn: What am i going to wear?!?!
Bear: Of course!
:P
In the end, i wore my favourite tiered brown skirt, one of my many black t-shirts and brown doc marts. Good outfit for sitting on desks and swinging one's legs about whilst surveying one's new domain.
Yay!
In other news, apparently i have asthma, which has been dormant practically all my life but was rudely awakened by that truly terrible bout of bronchitis in January. I had envisaged a small army of evil bacteria holding fort in my lungs somewhere, having survived the onslaught of antibiotics, striving only to make mucus, reproduce, and survive another day.
I thought maybe a last course of antibiotics would do the trick.
Instead, I have a puffer! very exciting.
Die, you evil bacterium, DIE.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
More weekend food adventures
Feeling intrepid, Bear and I decided to invite his family over for brunch last Sunday. In hindsight, it might've been a cunningly conceived plan to motivate Bear to clean up the bathroom, kitchen, and mow the backyard. heheheheh. And it worked!
We spent all Saturday shopping for food, and then some of Saturday night visiting one of Bear's friends, who was getting engaged. He was so nice! Bear has such nice friends. Anyway i digress, we bought lots of food, then we cooked some of it and prepared some for the next morning. Here is the menu that we sent out, along with the invitations:
Brunch
Choice of Bread Rolls (served with Truffle Butter, Marinated Goats Cheese and Strawberry & Black Pepper Preserves)
Banana, Almond and Chocolate Chip Muffins
Sandwiches – Chicken Tea Salad with Almonds, and Ham, Gruyere & Mustard
Caprese salad (Cherry Tomatoes and Bocconcini) with Basil Vinaigrette
Greek Salad with Grilled Lamb
Smoked Salmon Frittata
Fusilli with Sun-Dried Tomato Pesto, Chicken, and Pine Nuts.
Dessert
Fruit Salad with Vanilla Yoghurt
Mango Pudding
Lemon Creme Brulee Tart
Beverages
Fruit Juice
Banana & Strawberry Smoothies
Selection of Tea
And here are some pictures! Unfortunately, we were too busy cooking and preparing food to take pictures before a lot of it was eaten, but we got some anyway.
Muffins! Caprese salad, marinated goats cheese and little disks of truffle butter, and smoked salmon frittata.
Fusilli with sundried tomato pesto, chicken and pine nuts.
Greek salad.
Tadah!
We spent all Saturday shopping for food, and then some of Saturday night visiting one of Bear's friends, who was getting engaged. He was so nice! Bear has such nice friends. Anyway i digress, we bought lots of food, then we cooked some of it and prepared some for the next morning. Here is the menu that we sent out, along with the invitations:
Brunch
Choice of Bread Rolls (served with Truffle Butter, Marinated Goats Cheese and Strawberry & Black Pepper Preserves)
Banana, Almond and Chocolate Chip Muffins
Sandwiches – Chicken Tea Salad with Almonds, and Ham, Gruyere & Mustard
Caprese salad (Cherry Tomatoes and Bocconcini) with Basil Vinaigrette
Greek Salad with Grilled Lamb
Smoked Salmon Frittata
Fusilli with Sun-Dried Tomato Pesto, Chicken, and Pine Nuts.
Dessert
Fruit Salad with Vanilla Yoghurt
Mango Pudding
Lemon Creme Brulee Tart
Beverages
Fruit Juice
Banana & Strawberry Smoothies
Selection of Tea
And here are some pictures! Unfortunately, we were too busy cooking and preparing food to take pictures before a lot of it was eaten, but we got some anyway.
Muffins! Caprese salad, marinated goats cheese and little disks of truffle butter, and smoked salmon frittata.
Fusilli with sundried tomato pesto, chicken and pine nuts.
Greek salad.
Tadah!
Friday, March 04, 2005
Back to Uni.
I've been busy recently, and haven't updated because i need my sleep.. or lunch.. or need to leave ridiculously early to find parking/get photocopying done/find mysteriously located classrooms...
I think i've worked out some of the parking-at-uni-during-the-daytime puzzle... and have settled on a relatively weekly meeting schedule with my supervisor.. Also, have attended workshop on tutoring, which was somewhat useful and somewhat nerve-wracking (now i know what i've gotten myself into), and met (well, viewed at a distance) my students-to-be at the lecture today. They're a feisty bunch, them 2nd year teachers in training... so earnest.
*cough*
I guess I don't really know what to expect. I think there is some nasty sort of irony in having me, of no teaching experience or qualifications, be the sole tutor to a bunch of student teachers on the subject of Effective Teaching. I suppose it'll have to be a case of do as i say, not as i do, unless it's what i said, and if not, or if there is any confusion, just do as the lecturer said and leave me out of this.
Thank goodness the lecturer is a really nice guy, and tried to quell some of my anxious bellyrumblings by helping me plan and structure the first few tutes. At the very least, I will be paid fairly well, still nowhere near the disgusting financial benefits that others speak of, since the school of education is dirt poor... although i think the pay structure is actually across the board and all faculties pay the same, so maybe my attitude towards the remuneration has been somewhat tempered by anxiety and worry about utter incompetence and amount of work i have to do to justify my position.
Ah well, wait and see. Next Thursday!
Will i tutor or will i embarrass myself? Will i do both? Only time will tell!
I think i've worked out some of the parking-at-uni-during-the-daytime puzzle... and have settled on a relatively weekly meeting schedule with my supervisor.. Also, have attended workshop on tutoring, which was somewhat useful and somewhat nerve-wracking (now i know what i've gotten myself into), and met (well, viewed at a distance) my students-to-be at the lecture today. They're a feisty bunch, them 2nd year teachers in training... so earnest.
*cough*
I guess I don't really know what to expect. I think there is some nasty sort of irony in having me, of no teaching experience or qualifications, be the sole tutor to a bunch of student teachers on the subject of Effective Teaching. I suppose it'll have to be a case of do as i say, not as i do, unless it's what i said, and if not, or if there is any confusion, just do as the lecturer said and leave me out of this.
Thank goodness the lecturer is a really nice guy, and tried to quell some of my anxious bellyrumblings by helping me plan and structure the first few tutes. At the very least, I will be paid fairly well, still nowhere near the disgusting financial benefits that others speak of, since the school of education is dirt poor... although i think the pay structure is actually across the board and all faculties pay the same, so maybe my attitude towards the remuneration has been somewhat tempered by anxiety and worry about utter incompetence and amount of work i have to do to justify my position.
Ah well, wait and see. Next Thursday!
Will i tutor or will i embarrass myself? Will i do both? Only time will tell!
IKEA part II
Bear's been carrying around the cracked board from our kitchen trolley set in his car for a few days, and finally gets some time after work to drop by and pick up a replacement. So he calls, and they tell him there are 10 in stock. Bear thinks, well that's 5 more than the 5 nonexistent ones they had before so chances are good, so he rocks up, and lo and behold, there are none.
Lo and behold.
The IKEA inventory system sucks rocks guys!
We are thinking that if we turn up once again having been promised for the third time that there will be intact trolleys in stock, and then are disappointed, we will demand recompense!
Free meatballs!
For life!
Lo and behold.
The IKEA inventory system sucks rocks guys!
We are thinking that if we turn up once again having been promised for the third time that there will be intact trolleys in stock, and then are disappointed, we will demand recompense!
Free meatballs!
For life!
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