I couldn’t sleep last night, so I was moping around my apartment getting restless with nothing to do yet my mind wouldn’t shut up and let me rest. It was like a scene from one of them lame ass video clips where you see the click lie on her couch (usually in her underwear and yes I was in my underwear) listening to her ipod, then u see her leaning against the window thinking about something intense, then she moves to the dining table… 

I usually take one of these nights as a tell sign that I’m pretty stressed. My body seems to suggest so, but I cant pinpoint the exact cause for this physical reaction. Apart from the sleepless night, I had this massive ulcer in my mouth, a weak knee and wobbly ankles. These temporary  physical distractions  are preventing me from performing at my best. I have tennis lessons scheduled next week, although my game has dropped 10000000 folds since my peak 10 years ago I am determined to become a semi-pro tennis player, well I plan to at least beat my little crap-head sister to the pulp.

Tet is around the corner, and even though I’m as old as hell (and so my daddy tells me!) and therefore not eligible for red pocket (daddy are you just trying to rip me off!!!) I still look forward to spending time being grateful for the wonderful (90% of the time anyways) family that I have and stuffing my face (yet again!) with mums goodness home cooked meals. Having moved out I now appreciate mum and her cooking obligations. I don’t know how she manages to cook something everyday, changing it so we don’t get sick of her food. And to think that I use to complain about eating the same thing in one week. Thanks to my inability to be creative and diverse in my cooking I either a) eat takeaway that leaves me feeling sick in some way or other, and my pockets empty or b) eating left overs all week, I could not imagine mum cooking WAY too much that we all have to eat the same crap all week. I’m starting to think maybe I’m not that perfect future wife of one lucky mofo after all. Quite the contrary actually, I’m starting to think my husband will be one sorry of a sod. hehe.

Last night Ram and Mik came over after a night on the town (I thought Nandos and the tennis was the better option) and talked about random crap whilst I was watching the match of the year (Federer VS Safin… hottness with racquets!!). I then confessed that I found Federer incredibly sexy and would ‘tap that ass’ if I were in a position to. I acknowledged that I knew he wasn’t good looking but there was just something about him. I recalled other celebrities that were on the “i would tap that ass list”  and realised how unconventional my taste in men was. Ok others on the list include, but not limited to (the worlds best disclaimer!);

- Jason Mraz, he is really ugly… but super talented… and its them words…. its like im the only love sick moron in the room when he sings.

- John Mayer, he isnt my fav right now due to his womanising ways. But he was super ugly during the time I was totally in love with him. Again, I found incredible appeal in his funny face whilst he played guitar. 

Ian Klause: so not conventional good looking, but so articulate and intelligent. 

But then I think of all the men that I’ve been with and 90% of them have been boys who were conventionally good looking and whom had an array of women chasing them. I guess that’s why they’ve never worked out. 

Anyways its not like I’m the most conventionally good looking person either, but I like to think my whit and charm pull me through as a somewhat likable person (this is highly debatable, depending on whom you speak to!!!) 

Basically my point is, for a guy life is a little easier because even if you’re really ugly physically you can still be really attractive if you have talent. Whilst with chicks, looks is fundamental. I assume if you only had looks you still wouldn’t be able to score with a 100% success rate, but your odds only diminish marginally. Whilst if you don’t have the looks but have whit and charisma, you’re odds start at 60% right from the beginning. 

Anyways, there’s some fuel for thought, have to get ready for my daily 9km run around the tan…. hope I can have a nap after the run, need to have energy for a 1st birthday party tonight! yah!!!

Bang Kieu, I really miss you… u’ve somehow managed to weasel your way into my heart and mind. ure a gayass! 

godess

xox

And so 2009 has rolled around with a blink of an eye, little seems to have changed but so much has changed without one even noticing. For one I’ve realised reluctantly that I am indeed a fob. I’ve realised how much i enjoy talking viet to the random shop owners in Footscray and Richmond, especially the ones that own the music and book shops. I really had to accept that I was a fob after I was heard ranting on about a ca luong performed by Phi Nhung and Manh Quynh, which the video lady didnt even know existed. 

And now in the comfort of my own home, I’m listening to Minh Tuyet sing about her broken heart and how she lives with one person whilst in love with another. Maybe I can relate but then maybe I cant either way I feel an emotional pang near my heart. I think these feelings qualify me as a fob. 

Further from this realisation and self classification I have started a hardcore fitness regime. Hardcore defined in my life as actually doing something… This may differ from person to person but my definition is rather liberal and unconfined. I’ve started walking/running around the ‘tan’. Now to the fit and cool people they’ll know that it is the Melbourne Botanical Gardens. I love that place. A few weeks ago I ran into the Richmond Football Club training for the up-and-coming season. I screamed so loud  my friend had to punch me in the face and tell me to ‘calm the fuck down!’. Then the following day I was running along side tank, hot, tan and sweaty Melbourne Storm players. Whoa… double whoa… eye candy overload. I’ve realised though that most people go for a job around the ‘tan’ because of the potential eye candy. This theory was proven (proven through my objective observation of a sample group of around 100 men and women…) because regardless of who you ran pass and who ran pass you, you would both look at each other. It wasnt the acknowledgment hello kinda look. It was the “I’m checking you out” look. For instance if I ran pass someone who was hot we would look at each other and then I would smile at them. At times they would return my gesture with a flirty smile of their own… some would even jog backwards to elongate our ‘check out’. But then there would be times when I would look at a fellow runner and smile upon our eye contact to get nothing. And sometimes someone would smile, for me to quickly look away or down at my eye pod. Anything to avoid eye contact after I’ve judged them ‘not worthy’. This theory isn’t only relevant to me, I’ve been the third party observer on others doing the same thing to each other. 

This new theory has brought me to another random thought. Can men and women or can men or women ever stop checking each other out. I shared this random thought with a few of my wise and not so wise friends to see if they could elaborate on it. This is what they had to say;

Friend 2231 (female, mid 20’s in a serious relationship, a teacher): I think men are more likely to check out women, and I think they’re more likely to check out other chicks if they’re in a serious relationship or married. It’s just in their nature. They have the need to produce and look for women who they would like to produce with. It’s almost instinctive. 

Friend: 8971 (female, mid 20’s, in a serious relationship, work-shy): I never really check out any one other than my fiance. Why would I go out for burgers if I have steak at home? 

Friend 3654 (male, late 20’s, not in a relationship, management): My mates who are in relationships tend to check out chicks more. But they never do anything about it. They’re just window shopping. I’ll check out a chick if she’s eye catching, for example if she has a devilish laugh or a mouth watering smile. The ones that last aren’t necessarily the ones that you would ‘check out’ on the street though. 

Friend 007 (male, mid 30’s, married, dentist): I check out chicks and I secretly think about them, but I love my wife and kids too much to do anything about it. I think there’s no harm in looking. 

So it seems that my small sample of subjects supports the fact that people will check out others regardless of their relationship status, but a majority wouldn’t jeopardise their relationship by taking it to the next level. 

It’s interesting, although let me pose another questions. What if the attraction was more than looks or a superficial element, what if the attraction was personal, one person to another. A connection of the mind or soul? Would that make a difference in the approach taken by an individual. Would it be a good idea to let go of a good and safe relationship to attempt another based on a an attraction of ideals and views on the world? 

Let me know your thoughts?

godess

xox

My body is incredibly limpy…. it always comes down to these goddamn big breast that I have on my chest. They’re really inconvenient for a 151cm girl. I’ve always been a super active individual, competing in state finals of the 100m sprint, state champion high jumper and state finalist for shot put. I also competed at state level for triple jump, long jump and relay. Recreationally, I played basketball, at YMCA motivated more by the boys that I saw there than my love of the sport, but I was always an aggressive and high competitive sportswoman. All this happened until I grew… exponentially from my chest. They just kept growing and I even  suspect stole some minerals and vitamins from my vertical growth.

Now I can hardly run, I cant sprint for the fear they might turn loose and slap me across the face, now that would be embarrassing! Nevertheless my point is that I feel I have had to change my lifestyle due to these puppies overgrowing into dulux dogs… when they’re only suppose to be chihuahuas.

Today I’m in physical pain because this morning when I sneezed in the bathroom, I pulled a muscle in my shoulder and now I’m disabled. I cant turn my head, and I cant relax my shoulders. I’m going to look like a retard when I meet up with ‘da chick from the local council’ for a coffee…

Yesterday I walked 6 city blocks in high heels after another interview and when I got home I was physically exhuasted. I know that looking good requires much sacrifice, but dang these shoulder neck issues are physically debilitating! Sometimes I think these babies need to be adopted out, they’re crazy nice to look at and touch but damn they’re hard to maintain! Should I or shouldnt I cut these bastards off!?

I’ve heard that the proccedure can take years to heal and that scares the crap outta  me… maybe I just need Mot to make more money so I can schedule in a spa/massage session at least once a month, that would definitely help the maintenance process… anyways its he who loves them more than life itself so why shouldnt he have to pay maintenence money! I shouldn’t have to bare them on my own!

anyhow….I have to painfully limp around today and probably tomorrow… but hopefully it will get better soon!

My car is finally back in my possession, ready, set and go!

It’s had a complete make over…the interior is sooo clean I was tempted to lick it just to prove to myself that it was super clean, the engine has been refurbished, new breaks installed, oil full to the brim and even the engine has had a good squirting…so clean.. everything is in working condition and CLEAN!

You never realise how much you love something or need something until its gone…. that is the truth of life… and even though going through experiences where you lose things before you realise how much you love and need it… we never really learn the essential truth of life…

Not having a car for over 6 months and being forced to catch the train+tram everywhere, I at one stage thought I could really live without a car. But once I was in her (my honda… my dear dear honda) drivers seat, speeding along a leafy street in McKinnon away from my mechanic, I started to realised how much I loved my sometimes limpy beast.

Programing abc classic fm and 3mbs into the radio, I was driving along Nepean Hwy without a care in the world.. I took her for a scenic drive through Albert Park (i know she wishes and dreams about the day her dinted ass can park under a tree in Albert Park somewhere..), around the lake… through Victoria Ave to my favourite book shop to pick up Ian Klause’s text that I’ve been eyeing for sometime… then we went down to Port Melbourne for some private one-on-one time with ice-cream in hand… All in all, my car and I had a wonderful time together and I know now that I’m not really an independant women.. because I rely on my car to take me here, to take me there… take me everywhere… oh how I’ve missed you dear old car!

It seems finally things are settling down and everything is slowly falling into place… I’ve started to realise how little things can bring exponential joy to ones life… like the simple act of getting your car back can motivate you to look at life differently.

I’m thinking it’s not really worth stressing and fussing over life, because there’s a time and place for everything. And regardless of how you do things, the universe is this big massive unpredicted stadium that we play life in, and we cant control everything or anything. We just have to sit back and let good things happen.. and take the bad things that come with it…

Thank you prelude, you have made me much money and been there for me when no one else has…. (i guess you’re the only one willing to wait for me outside a bar for the countless hours im in gossiping and enjoying myself) and I just want you to know i promise to take better care of you and not abuse you when you’re sick. I promise to groom you and polish you when you’re looking your age and I promise to forever give you premium unleaded even if that means I have to sacrifice Pho day each week. I love you and until you move onto a better place I will be you bestest friend!

xox

godess

Whoa, I haven’t had the need to vent almost anonymously for so long. Life has been trickling along like an old tired steam train, ‘going places but it don’t look like it in any hurry’ (said in a african american way). Now that I’ve quit my job at the bank and graduated (finally) from uni I guess everyone expects me to be a contributing member of society. It’s only been a month or so but it’s starting to get depressing since finding a job is like trying to find a wife or a husband. You have to find a job that you’re remotely attracted to then you need to impress them by talking yourself up, and then when some other hottie comes along, you’re as no good as you started. I’ve had 3 interviews all up, one I rejected cos it wasnt paying enough.. only to realise now that it coulda been the one… the second one looked so much better on paper then it did in real life….and the third was… well I screwed it up but the recruitment specialist was a hottie… so not a complete waste of time. 

The great thing about not having a job or many commitments is that I can really focus on my cooking. I’ve started making elaborate meals for dinner and even cooking 2 course meals. The other day I made choc chip cookies…. they didnt turn out that great but were addictive when you started eating them…I think its my oven… I can never quite get the baking thing right…. I made chocolate brownies today… which turned out ok… a little soft in the centre but other than that they tasted great! My next creation is going to be melting moments I think…. they dont sound too complicated to make. This week I have a few dinners to cook. We’ve got some of mot’s friends coming over and they have requested that I cook Pho, I haven’t made it unsupervised as yet… so should be interesting to see how it turns out. Then mik is coming over for some Beef Penang or something like that…. a thai beef curry that takes around 4 hours to make all up, that should be an interesting dish. Then mot’s mums coming over for some roast lamb… one of my fav dishes to cook… I think I love the slow food movement… I’m going to miss it when I get a job…. Although i don’t think this hobby of mine is doing much for my figure… hahaha

Fun times ahead…i cant wait!

xox

godess

OMG, just when you think it CANNOT and WILL NOT get any worse, surprise surprise it does!

To think that there is only 2 weeks left of my school year and with 2 looming thesis hanging in the balance and with 0 progression, I am starting to think it’s about serious fucking time I start doing some work. But low and behold… what does this man we call GOD have installed for me? The disconnection of my much needed and utterly loved internet…. I need to firstly disclaim that as much as I hate OPTUS i do love their internet service…. thats because we keep out of each others way…. they keep it connected, I dont complain and VOLA! Martial bliss between optus and sexingodess. If that was bad enough, to add insult to injury I call exetel to connect a new line, after a swift wait a guy who barely speaks english answers the call and runs me through the process, of which i struggled to understand. The lengthy conversation ended with him ‘reading’ back to me my details which were all completely wrong. An address that started with 1607 turned into 1408!?! They dont even sound remotely similar!!! oh dear me…. i can sense that this new internet connection is going to cost me more than the $40 monthly fee + the $145 connection fee….. why do things just not work out?

On top of all that stress and worry a nasty boil/pimple has developed on the bottom of my ass check… making the usual pleasurable process of sitting, an agonising position…. I am going to temple this up coming new year to ask Da buddah if he has a fight he’d like to pick with me. Common mate, you and I outside lets settle this once and for all. And bring your mate Jesus, cos he as hell aint doing anything productive up there….!

If my suffering was a sacrifice for the children of africa or the people of Burma… then ok… bring it on….this pain aint even scratched my surface… but it its due to nothing… then bugger this…. im selling my soul to Satin! ( well maybe…. the a price for everything I say)

At least Enaj has allowed me some annual leave time so I can actually do some work! Freak me…!
love ya Enaj…

anyhow… im sure there will be much news from my end in the next week or so…. during these high stress times… is the times when the madness in me really comes out and plays. If my daily life wasnt mad enough!

Anyhow on the good note, Hsa has finally found someone awesome for herself, and a great new friend for me. Dam is an awesome fellow… hahaha ey can never find a come back to my awesome piss’as but hey… cant expect everyone to be as witty and over the line as me ay!? hahaha top bloke! we all had a awesome time at the vino yard yesterday, whether was good, vino was good, company was good, boys surrounding us were good… pretty good day…. thanks ppl for temporarily taking me outta my hole!…

Thanks for the QUE cards fatbat and fatwoman…. (hahahahahahahaha thats a good one!) how much *rubbing fingers together* do I owe you? will a pair of my socks do u? what about some paper thats only been used on one side *looks around her apartment for more things to bater* what about a half used Holiday Inn pen? hahahahaha

anyhow… it surprises me how shit my life is currently ( I know it will be better soon!!!) and how eternally optimistic i still am… i must love life more than i let on…

xox
godess

P.s, birthday is near approaching…subscription to the New Yorker would definitely go down well with this old bird!
or a piano… or a collection of all time classic books…. or the DOMUS design collection!?!
common its only once a year you get to give me the some-what star treatment!
hahahahaha

Through ancient literature we can tell the notion of ‘forgive but never forget’ has been ingrained in man kind since the evolution from monkey to man. When I was younger, and none the wiser I too embraced this quote as the be all end all of quotes. Even when I was 5 and daddy yelled at me and made me kneel on rice bowls I swore to myself to never talk to him again, and that I did for a whole 2 weeks! In kiddy years, 2 weeks seemed like 2 centuries! This notion along with, no sex before marriage, no belief in abortion and having to carry a matching handbag got thrown out the windor when the REAL game of life kicked in.

It makes me wonder how much of this ‘moral’ bullshit one is willing to push when put in a tight situation.

Based on traditional assumptions of friendship, I cant say I have many friends.
I’ve grown up with the notion that friends (good friends/bestest friends) always stick by each other, even when one is wrong the other would still stick by the wrong friend. When someone wrongs one friend, they have also wronged the other friend. So when one friend thinks someone’s a dickhead the other implicitly thinks that, that same someone is a dickhead too.
But with this new ‘grown up’ notion of friendship that people are individuals and one must be mature and let your good/bestest friend befriend someone that you despise, so much so that you even start hating their mum for being a slut and sleeping with their dad resulting in the coming together of sperm and egg to create such a horrid person like that someone. I’ve come to expect nothing less than people not caring about who you hate and why you hate them.

To my guilty pleasant surprise, the other day when a somebody wronged me, my dear friend Hsa made it a point that no one was to treat her friend like that. Whoa…. I really just expected everyone to go on with their lives, while I vomited blood in anger.
It’s sometimes nice to have someone stick up for you and make it known….. as childish as it may seem I think these childish gestures reaffirm the reasons you love your friends so much. These days friendships are based on bullshit, a foundation of nothing except maybe commonalities.

Having said that, and going back to the ‘forgive but never forget’ notion, I think its also a whole bundle of bullshit.
If you were gonna remain anger and ‘on edge’ all the time then you would drive yourself mental! So I realised that I forget actually quite easily, most of the time I dont even remember why I’ve had an argument with someone.

I say if a bitter, twisted, want-to-stab-in-the-eye person like myself has to employ the forgive and forget notion, everyone should be able to do it too, it would make things so much less intense for everyone… including myself….

Hsa, thanks mate, you wont read it and I will never say it to your face cos i dont want you to laugh and call me homo but I love you mate!

xox
godess

I am contemplating a jog and a swim, but i think I’m letting myself off the hook by claiming that its way too windy outside, and the accident on the freeway is keeping me entertained.
I came home from work today starving (like everyday) so I indulged in some frozen pizza and corn chips. Man corn chips are soooooo addictive, you eat one of them and you wont be able to stop. It takes alot of self control to detain your fingers from picking ‘just one more’
The traffic is really bad outside,…. there’s an accident and speeds are down to 40km on the bridge. It’s evenings like this that make one just want to eat a whole bunch of bad food and curl up in bed with a good book. But due to social commitments I will be dining with Mots brother, his girlfriend and his mother. Oh yeah and ofcorse him too hahaha
I wish we could go to the Melba Brassarie but instead we decided to go to the Jap restaurant downstairs (cuts out all the traveling)

Im so busy these days I hardly get to contemplate on mundane things that are interesting to me, my mind is constantly on ‘go’ mode, I feel like a coke bottle sitting in a hot car, then shaken, almost about to pop! I recently spoke to this guy I use to have a crush on, and I realised how I romantise about how a guy is and once I get to know him, basically its let down.
Anyhow we were talking about being ‘off centered’ and how I think that everyone has a point where they are driven by society or those around them, and they just crack it. I dont think the nature of people dictates that anybody is a murdered or a rapist, they’re just pushed and tormented till they reach a point of no return. He seemed to think that you’re either born ‘off centered’ or born normal. Interesting theory considering every single criminal has some sad history dictating their future actions.

So this morning I was reading Frutzie’s blog and found it interesting that he never thought about his own death.
It’s not an easily digestable topic and the implications associated with it make it a taboo topic not easily debated or discussed.
Just like the ‘off centered’ argument I think it depends on how you were bought up and the type of literature that you consume that determines whether you contemplate it or whether you see it as a far fetch fantasy.
I think the more passionate you are as a person, the more likely you would suffer from depression, and find death a resolution or even an option. See its the passionate people that will always give a shit about everything, and because they dedicate themselves whole heartedly, when they are let down, it consumes the whole of them. And when you have nothing, you really have nothing to loose. Frutzie mentioned that if he had lost all his friends and family, would he then contemplate death? I think this is still highly unlikely, people don’t get depressed through one hard event, its almost a teasing throughout their whole life that decides that he will be a person prone to suicide.

Imagine, you’re a child, you’re parents get divorced, you witness your father injecting heroine everyday, and your mothers boyfriend beats you up. Then when you go to school, the kids at school tease your clothes and the nits in your hair. At this stage you would probably be somewhat disappointed in life, but you probably dont have the tools in your head to want to die yet.
Then when you’re in highschool, you hang with the wrong friends, you take drugs, you sleep around, you dont really have a home. In reflection you’re whole life has been somewhat of a waste and you probably dont see the fun in living at all. We all need to have a reason to live, a common purpose, whether its to see our friends the next day, or to play golf on Saturday, if there was no purpose then there’s no real purpose for living. At least when you die, there is a flickering hope that you will feel nothing, rather than feeling all this pain, all this worthlessness, all this disappointment.

Story may sound far fetched, but in reality there are youths out there living like this everyday. We all live in our isolated little lives, hanging out with our selected group of friends, but its not until you explore how the other people live that we can see how bad life can really get.

I cant say I’m a depressed person, but there are definitely times when death may be an easily and faster solution than dealing with the issue at hand. I entertain the idea as a form of escape from the real world, but fortunately I personally do have alot of loose. Take away my family, all my friends, my poetry, my ability to walk, run and laugh, take away my newspaper reading on the weekend, my ability to smell the spring blooms, then the depth of entertainment might escalate to reality.
Our lives are built on a network of people and abilities, without these we are nothing, we are just an organism breathing and shitting.

I’ve always loved Fridays, but today is EXTRA special. So I’m downing my 3rd coffee (its only 12.30, havent even had lunch yet!) had 2 mugs of tea+honey (whos honey was in the kitchen? I dunno I just used it anyways) and just popped open my tube of rolo (yummm havent had rolo for sooo long!), celebrating is definately on the cards.

Oh boy what a stressful week its been, today marks the 13th straight day that I’ve been working, and I feel like I’m about to pass out if I have to work another day longer. Luckily I will engage in a 3 day weekend, although I will have to babysit my sibblings as well as Mot’s cousins so there is no real ‘me’ time. But we are going to Plume tomorrow night for some hot pot action… so there is some indulgence on the agenda.

 Anyhow I just finished reading Cheese’s blog on our adventures on the weekend. haha so she thoroughly enjoyed it even though was almost about to pass out when told she had to dress naked chicks, whinged about wanting to stay home to sleep and cursed my attempts to earn her $210 bucks for 2 days work!

The funniest part of the weekend was our poor attempts to hide at the cafe after our first dressing session, where I nearly punched on with a certain diva, and saw way too many boobies and g strings. Even for a girl who occassionally thinks about being a lesbian, the occassion was confirmation that I am straight, yes I can now confirm that I AM indeed 110% sure that I am straight.

Time at the publishing house was pretty fun, ofcorse there were moments where I sat there thinking, what the hell am i doing here? but I love the fact that I was dictating my own work. If I wanted to eat I could, if I wanted to call a reporter I could, if I wanted to sit and surf the net I could. No body timed me, no body felt the need to hold me down due to their own inabilities to do something. It was just great using my skills and knowledge to achieve a certain set of goals. It has confirmed to me that I am truely made for this job, and this job is made for me.

 Spoke to one of the CEO’s yesterday and she said she would love to chat to me next week, so hopefully this is my step into the world wide web of books book and more books!!!! If i land a role in this next project as the PR + makering manager, it will indeed open me up for entrance into penguin, phaidon and who knows what else! I’m totally excited!

Right now I’m at the office of an australian not-for-profit organisation that produces and funds childrens television programs. Such a different working culture, everyone is so quite you could potentially hear a coin drop. The first few weeks here, were really mundane but things are starting to pick up as I’m more aquaintant to the staff and material, so I’m more receptive and accepting of the way things are run here. Again they’ve set me a general goal, and left the reins up to me. Its amazing how much everybody trusts me, I keep thinking to myself,…. what if i dud this up? what if i say something wrong with the reporter, and they write it?! But luckily nothing like that has happened… yet… hahaha

It just goes to show how when you leave uni, you dont really know what to do with all this theory you have. The reality is I dont think people really know what they’re doing, everyone just makes it up as they go along, and sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesnt. What I’ve realised is that University is the foundation to thought and theory. It’s where you go to learn about ‘how’ to think about situations and ‘how’ to formulate and articulate solutions. With my last semester approaching I cant help but already feel a sense of excitment as well as fear. Now I really have to grow up and be a real person. I cant make people feel sorry for me by claiming to be a ’struggling student’ anymore, and I cant even get concession tickets at the movies!

Uni came and went so fast, it feels like only a few weeks ago I was the nervous student at RMIT, looking around wondering what this course was going to offer me, and wondering when I would be able to finish this goddamn course. And now fast forward 3 years and I’m here sitting her like a professional, pretending to work, a fellow employee commenting about how ‘busy’ I’ve been looking. It’s here, I’m really here….. I can finally tick another box on my ‘1001 things to do before I die’ list. 

Scum money off family+friends, and complain about being a ’struggling (fill in blanks). [TICK]

Optus is the biggest cack of a company I have ever experienced. I have had the really bad days thanks to their non existence customer services. I’m clearly over them, and I wish there was a substitute company out there where I could devote my services and phone connection to, but unfortunately there is little alternative outside the other blood sucking company Telstra. I’ve always wondered why people who work for these phone companies are sooooo slack and so bad at well… using the phone. You can never get a straight answer, or a proper explaination. You just have to keep repeating yourself and talking to some nong head across the other side of the world, and allowing him to speak over you while you at first patiently try to emphatise with his cultural conflicts. But then you find yourself getting angrier and angrier as he still doesnt understand you and still insists in ‘being sorry, but there’s nothing (i) can do’.

Seriously Optus, just freakin grow up, and take responsibility for your own actions. Stop palming customers around from one department to the next. Do you like the fact that we hate your guts and cant wait for there to be an alternative so we can leave your ass!?

So common get with the program!

godess

xox