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eating: leftover lunch for dinner (veg korma and chick pea curry from the Indian place in Paragon 160)

regretting eating: 3 Krispy Kremes (1.5 Original Glazed, 1 Chocolate Iced Creme Filled, 0.5 Cinnamon Apple) (The Boyfriend went to Melbs on work junket and brought them back for me– he is so lovely! But I am seriously questioning accuracy of previous blood test which told me I am not gluten intolerant. But maybe I am just too-much-sugar-and-trans-fat intolerant?)

nursing: a sore hip from when I slipped over (quasi-splits, at that; it was rather the spectacle, I am sure) in the middle of the Hay Street Mall at lunch time on Friday (yeah, I am so the epitome of Grace and Poise.  Not only was it the usual-lunchtime-crowd-busiest-time-of-the-day — it was also school holidays).

waiting: for all my payment summaries so I can get my funken tax return (oh bless you $39,824 HELP repayment threshold!)

planning: all the glorious ways in which to spend aforementioned tax return (pay off credit card, pick up cute purple dress currently on lay-by at Cue, sponsor children in Cambodia/Vietnam, put rest into high interest savings account etc… NOT go to the new Tiffany’s in King Street when it opens on Thursday…)

wondering: if I should bother getting a copy of Grazia.  Or I should just wait to check it out in a doctor’s waiting room next year?

reading: Breath by Tim Winton (reeeeeeeally, really good!)

A final note: The Dark Knight still rocks; three days later. If I wasn’t going to see Lenny Henry tonight I’d be at Piccadilly quicker than you can say Maggie Gyllenhaal (my hip hurts — I can’t walk very fast; plus I have to be careful not to fall over in Hay Street AGAIN). It’s so good I would pay full price to see it again, and I am slightly put off that I have to wait til tight-arsed Tuesday, but so be it. Better tomorrow than Wednesday (since Thursday is when The X-Files movie opens).

If you haven’t already seen this movie… what, The. FRICK are you doing reading this goshdarn blog?  Get up off your booties and go see it now. NOW!!!

Tomorrow: is The Dark Knight the best movie of the year? No. It is the best movie of CENTURY (til X-Files comes out) (nah, kidding, even I have to admit that I Want to Believe will probably not top this).

Also tomorrow: is The Dark Knight really a metaphor about how Obama will be the next President of the USA? Oh no wait. That was Hancock, apparently.

Instead tomorrow: Did I mention that I am freaking OBSESSED WITH THAT Dark Knight MOVIE?? Holy shite. I now understand why people were going a little loco about the whole thing last week. Ficking awesome. AWESOME.

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Written by Sunili

21 July 2008 at 6:29 pm

I need a %@#*%@$(@#^!%ing holiday

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Today marks the 6 -month anniversary (demi-anniversary?) of my status as a worker-bee.

For the last six months, I have caught the bus or sat in traffic (listening to Nathan and Nat on Nova, of course) to sit in front of a computer screen in a large capsule of concrete, steel and glass (not that I ever see much glass from my cubicle) for several hours, eat rice crackers and cottage cheese at my desk, get massive headaches from the lack of Vitamin-D, then go back home to forrage for tinned soup or whatnot, then collapse into bed, just to wake up and do it all over again.

(That sentence was long and exhausting for a reason.  Any of you wannabe sub-editors who are clenching their jaws should desist and sigh with relief at the knowledge that yes, I know the rules of grammar, so I have the right to break them, a’iight?)

But what about weekends, you ask? How can today be the demi-anniversary when today is Saturday?

Because I am working today, thankyouverymuch.

My co-worker-bee has skipped town to visit the Pope the week we have a massive deadline (but to be fair, this mofo project shoulda been done months ago, and when she booked her leave we all assumed it would be gonekthxbai) and The Boss has me doing work I shouldn’t even be doing. Let alone have the capacity to do. And I am freaking out about it.

I did get out to see The Dark Knight — which is freaking AWESOME and they showed The X-Files: I Want to Believe trailer which looks like it’s going to be EVEN MORE AWESOME — this morning but I didn’t get to sleep in because I knew I had to get to the first session or else the whole day would be wasted.

This nuerotic, bitching post probably shouldn’t be here; I suppose I could’ve put it in my anonymous nuerotic-bitching blog, but I swear, I have a point.

My point is this:

I NEED A MOTHER-FUNKING HOLIDAY GOSHDARNIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, my other point: people are way too overworked and we live in a society that is too fast-paced where we have too-high expectations on us and it is totally shit and we need to figure out a better way. Right now. Because this effing sucks, people. Yeah, I said “effing”. You know it’s bad.

I am just EXHAUSTED. My brain hurts. My body aches. I can’t be arsed going to the shops to get anything decent for dinner and Lean Cuisines are NOT about “Looking After Yourself” unless you are some strange bot who survives on expensive cardboard beans. My two weeks’ of regularly going to the gym is staring at me  and in sad, lonely, mouth-gaping shock and I have even stopped caring about the fact my hair looks like I should be one of the principles in Wicked. The only upside is that The Boyfriend is on a graduates’ junket with his work this weekend so at LEAST it doesn’t matter that I haven’t waxed my legs.

I feel the odd mix of catatonia and rage that signals an imminent breakdown, and I am freaking out.

There was a post on fabulous new (shiny new! Like 4-days-old new! NEW new!!) Perth blog Beyond Beeton that totally made me feel like I was in Oprah’s audience (on one of the serious episodes not the ones with the free stuff, unfortunately — wouldn’t that just be freaking GREAT?) and I just wanted to nod all seriously and shout out “AMEN, SISTER” in a manner befitting a large, Southern, African-American lady. And I suppose I could have since there was no one in the office because EVERYONE IS ON HOLIDAYS.

But of course, I am a small South-Asian Australian girl, and even I would have thought it kind of out of place.

Anyway, I will replicate the fervor-inducing passages from the post “Feminism really needs to go away and leave me alone for a while” here:

There’s nothing more empowering than having your apron strings untied from the sink.

Unless you get untied from the sink so that you can trot off in a wool suit to your box on the terrace for every daylight hour and more besides, after which you will glamorously engage in up-to-the-minute witty banter with 40 of your nearest and dearest colleagues who you are dining with again. You then of course go home, ring your mother and actually listen to what she says, clean the toilet, put the bin out (you’re a liberated woman after all), read the paper and a few novels (see the witty banter point above), bake something nice to take to work tomorrow and save at least 15 children from starvation or tractor accidents or something, all while looking hopelessly alluring.

If you’re managing all that and vodka isn’t a part of your daily routine then I hate you and there is nothing for you here.

AMEN, SISTER. A-fricking-MEN.

I wonder if the other Buddhists will notice that I’m breaking a precept during our version of Lent if I crack open the sav-blanc in the fridge that I am looking after for a friend who left it at a work do and have totally forgotten to give back (because I do not function til I get off the bus and to Ristretto, and always forget to take it to work)?

Because I have a forbording sense of desperation and fear that everything is not going to be alright.

Ah well. At least I have blogging with which to vent.

PS — Beeton, if you are reading this: I can’t comment on your posts because it says I need to log in? But you’re not on wordpress.com? Can you please check that? I would be sad if I can’t comment, and I’m sure everyone here would *realise* how truly nutso I was if I resorted to posting here so that I could ping back to you.

Written by Sunili

19 July 2008 at 8:42 pm