Thursday 27 December 2007

Merry Christmas

Hi - I would like to say a bit Thank You to everyone who has commented recently. Thanks for all your words of comfort and support, I really appreciate it. At the moment I am feeling a tad bit low, but hopefully the future is bright for Sakura Girl - ready to take on the world !!

I hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas and I do sincerely hope you all have some banging hangovers come New Years.

Bye !

Thursday 13 December 2007

Bright side?

redundant
• adjective 1 not or no longer needed or useful; superfluous. 2 chiefly Brit. made unemployed because one’s job is superfluous to requirements.
Last Friday this is what happened to me.

I was advised that even though I am fantastic at my job, intelligent, management material etc etc that there was no longer a position for me on the West Coast. One could say that this was a massive kick in the guts, and that no matter what was said to me, after those words were uttered it was nothing but cold comfort.

Everyone keeps saying to me that I should not take it personally, that it was nothing that I have done that it is purely down to money; however that does not make me feel any better. When you are told that you are no longer needed that your position is no longer viable or necessary to the company you feel, well how should I put this … … … … like shit.

The great cogs and mechanisms of business have chewed me up and spat me out right in the middle of a shitty little town that is possibly so miserable at the moment I don’t even want to get out of bed in the mornings.

So forgive me if I am not in the most festive of moods at the moment. I am currently in my “down” mood. I have gone through a few since I was told, there is the “resigned to my own fate” mood, the “angry” mood and at the moment the “depressed, life and god hates me” mood.

The hardest thing that I had to do was call my parents and tell them the news, because I didn’t want to disappoint them. Thankfully it was me that was crying on the phone and not them, they took it surprisingly well – however there was the “you should come back to Australia, now there are so many jobs here for you” which I am sure there are. The G-man and I would have no problems getting work back home – we have a plan don’t worry and we are working on it. It’s all a bit hush hush at the moment but it does include taking over the world so watch this space.

I suppose it isn’t all that bad, I now have ample time to pursue my singing career, enter on to the X-Factor or Big Brother become a Z-list star by doing absolutely nothing and walk around with a poodle in my over-sized Louis Vuitton handbag. Now that sounds like a brilliant plan don’t you think?

OR and I know it isn’t half as glamorous but, I could focus on renovating our apartment in order to move on to phase 2 of get the fuck out of here (oh did I say that out loud?).

The other shit thing about it is that I will no longer have access to the internet on such a regular basis, i.e all the time! I will have to venture to the library and pray to god that I don’t get busted looking at boobies which happen to always appear on Phishez blog or read about lurid antics on Steph’s blog. So if I don’t comment at much on your blog it isn’t because I don’t love them anymore, it is probably because the crazy librarian has banned me for looking at porn! I tell ya! It is a crazy mixed up world.

So seeing as it is nearly lunch … … no hang on it is lunch time, I better change out of my pyjamas and do something constructive.

See you later peeps!

Monday 3 December 2007

Conversations of a Boss Kind

Last week the G-man was sent up to Orkney for work. Begrudgingly the G-man packed his bags and drove 7 hours to nearly the arse end of Scotland, nearly the arse end but close enough. Having suffered from the worst bout of food poisoning only a couple of weeks ago, the G-man was not impressed at this prospect, however it seems one conversation between himself and his boss made it kind of worthwhile (to me anyway. It was hilarious, but maybe that was because I was drunk when the G-man told me what had transpired)…

Bring bring, bring bring

G-man: Boss, what can I do for you?

Boss: Oh hi G-man, umm I was just wondering? Umm, where are you because I was worried that I haven’t seen you around and thought you might be ill again.

G-man: perplexed Ummm I’m in Ornkey Boss? You know, you sent me here?

Boss: Oh right! Oh good that’s great.

G-man: Riiiight

Long pause

Boss: So you’re going to make it back for Saturday right because you don’t want to miss York’s and Jordy’s party.

G-man: Noooo, I’ll be back

Boss: Good, that’s great.

G-man: Riiiight

Boss: So, this 25th wedding anniversary thing, umm what’s that mean?

G-man: What?

Boss: Well what are you meant to get them as a present, like a mixer or microwave or something?

G-man: It’s a silver wedding anniversary so you’re meant to get them something silver but I don’t think it really matters they’re just having a party. I don’t think they’re gonna need a mixer, I think they might already have that.

Boss: Oh right. Ok, great.

Long pause

Boss: So …. G-man what are you wearing?

G-man: stunned silence What? Now? Umm I don’t think that’s appropriate do you?

Boss: stunned silence What? Silence again No! I mean for Saturday night are you wearing a suit?

Now if that had of been me, I would have said something like this…

Right now? Well I’m glad you asked. I’m wearing suspenders and a bustier, and a whip but you don’t count that as clothing and I am not sure about the lard that is smeared all over my body.

G-man: You know me Boss, I didn’t even wear a tie to my own wedding so a suit is out of the question.

Boss: Oh good ! Ok well I’ll see you later.

G-man: Right, bye.