A continuation of the ultimatum. Would have thought that once I've moved out, everything would have been settled easily. But no.... the saga continues....
I paid a bond for the place, and getting it back now is a real hassle. Seems like she doesn't want to give it back.
That to me is quite ludicrous. I left the place neat and tidy. Paid my rent on time. I left cos she strung me along. The whole cat-no-suggest-dog-oh-lab-ok-oh-wait-check-landlord thing. It's quite frustrating. And it's pissing my bf off.
Now it seems like I have to pull in the big guns, ie Dispute Tribunal. This has really left a bad taste in my mouth. I seriously feel disgusted. It's distressing me and my bf. I really hate this. The heavy feeling in my chest. And no I don't have heartburn.
I just want this over and done with. Just give me my bond money back and that's it. What's the point in dragging it on? It's just for her own leisure. To make other people miserable.
F***!! Right now, I want a nice piece of ice cream. Something chocolatey. Something decadent. Oh wait... nope.. can't do that. Cos I'm broke. Again....
Curse it all!! I need to vent! Perhaps blast music when I'm back, jiggle my butt till my boobs fall to the ground. Hhmmm... on second thoughts... perhaps not.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Ultimatum
I generally hate having to give an ultimatum. But she left me no choice.
It was a week of drama at my place. Things are more settled now. I'm out, at a cafe, typing on my teeny laptop. Finally, able to write what happened. It's impossible to type on the silicon keyboard I have at home. I sssssooooo dislike typing slow.
Right... back to the drama.... This will be a rather long spiel. It would have to go to months ago, where it all began... dum dum dum *omnious music sounds in the background*.
As some of you might well know, I live in a place that has a lovely big garden, a number of fruit trees, lots of wild ducks and native birds roam about. And that I live with a greenie. Someone who overly indulges in her 2 cats, is 50 but claims she's in her 40's, has failing eyesight, yet doesn't want to get glasses cos she might seem old.
The whole flatting thing with her was quite uncomfortable for the first few months, but since she was away quite a bit, it seemed like I forgot how she was like. And now that she's back from her latest trip... boy did I remember.
We had spoken months before about me getting a pet. I wanted a cat, she was reluctant cos she had 2 of her own. And of course, they had priority. Wouldn't want to agitate the cats would we? So okay. That's fine. Then she suggested the idea of a dog. I didn't even consider it cos well I thought she wouldn't go for it. That was weeks ago. Between that and last Friday, we had casual discussions about dogs, where it would stay etc. To say I was excited, is kinda mild.
So last week, I found a perfect dog. A) Good with cats (ie doesn't think they're food) B) Very obedient, and great with commands. So told her about said dog, on Sunday. Said how big she (the dog, Bess) was, how great she is etc. And flatmate said oh that's fine. To me, that was the go-ahead. So I emailed Bess' owner. And everything pretty much was a go. But (being the uberly considerate being that I am... yeah yeah I do have my moments) I thought it would be wise to call said flatmate and discuss when I could bring her in etc.
So... this is when the whole drama began.... she started by asking loads of questions, that if the dog didn't get along with the cats could I return her etc. And other intrusive questions, which I felt weren't her right to ask anyway. Cos the dog was going to be my responsibility not hers. Pretty much everything she said had the connotation that she didn't think I knew what I was doing. 'have you considered the financial responsibilities, have you considered this and that'. 'Oh... well I'll have to think about this. This is a lot to take in. And I'll have to check with the landlord etc'.
That last bit pretty much stunned me to silence. To me, the fact that she wasn't sure if it was okay with the landlord to have a dog here, was something she should have known and mentioned. She's the leaseholder. She should have known better. If she wasn't sure about it, she had weeks to say 'oh hang on, let me check with the landlord'. But did she? Nope.
I had a morning talk with her a day or 2 after that. Telling her that I was upset. Why didn't she ask the landlord first? That she should know better cos she's the leaseholder. I wanted a 15-20 mins discussion, it said it became a 45 mins talk about her feelings. How she felt about it. And I'm going 'what the f***?!'. So I set down an ultimatum. Check with the landlord. If it's okay, but the dog doesn't get along well with the cats, I'll move. If the landlord says no, I'll move. Told her to call the landlord and text me the same day.
Did I get a text? Nope. When I texted her in the afternoon, no reply. Next day, called the house phone. No one picked up. Okay no one's in. Called her mobile, didn't answer. Sent a text. Got a reply back. Asking if I was free, cos she wants to speak to me face-to-face. I texted back, "a simple yes or no would be suffice for now. details can be discussed later'. After that, zero contact from her. Not answering my calls nor texts. To me, that was a pretty straightforward 'F*** you' from her.
I'm a pretty logical, sensible person. Why am I pissed about this?
Here are the reasons:
- she as the leaseholder should know whether the owner allowed dogs or not. Even if she didn't know, she should have checked. Which she didn't. And she had weeks to do so.
- She assumed that our conversations about dogs were just offhand conversations. She doesn't realize that we were talking about the same topic (dog in house). And when I pointed it out to her, she didn't own up to her mistake.
- She pretty much said yes, and when I called to confirm, she turned around and said 'wait but...'. Reneging on what she said earlier. That it was okay for Bess to live here.
- By not answering my texts and calls, she's just saying she doesn't respect me as a person. A 'f*** you' to my face.
On that same day, I sent her a text, saying that since she wasn't answering my calls etc, and was incapable of answering a very simple question, here's my notice. Got a note by my door when I got back that day. Saying that she understands that I'm upset, that she would prefer speaking to me face to face, that the landlord would come down on Sunday afternoon to talk to me.
Did I write a scathing note back? Yes I did. Capitalized words, double underlined some.
I mean come on. What's the point of the landlord coming down? Yes or No would have been enough. I don't need her to waste my time with all her 'feelings' bullshit. She just wants someone around so she doesn't have to pay for the rent herself. It's a household where she rules, things are done her way. She's more intrusive, more naggy than my mother. Questions my judgement all the damn time. Heck, even my mother knows better than that.
So enough is enough. I found a new place today. It's smaller and more expensive, but the owner is away during the week and back on weekends only. I'll have the place to myself. It's dog friendly, she doesn't mind that Bess will be in the house etc. So now, I'm busying packing. Getting the keys to the new place tomorrow morning. Shall move in from Mon-thurs. Will seriously need to repack my things. Since it's small. But it's good. Need to get rid of a lot of stuff anyway.
So that's it.... for now. Move this coming week. Getting my dog, Bess, on Friday. Settling her in over the weekend. And after that, hopefully it will be calm.
Tis a long blurb, but tis better to get it off my chest. And perhaps garner some sympathy. LOL
It was a week of drama at my place. Things are more settled now. I'm out, at a cafe, typing on my teeny laptop. Finally, able to write what happened. It's impossible to type on the silicon keyboard I have at home. I sssssooooo dislike typing slow.
Right... back to the drama.... This will be a rather long spiel. It would have to go to months ago, where it all began... dum dum dum *omnious music sounds in the background*.
As some of you might well know, I live in a place that has a lovely big garden, a number of fruit trees, lots of wild ducks and native birds roam about. And that I live with a greenie. Someone who overly indulges in her 2 cats, is 50 but claims she's in her 40's, has failing eyesight, yet doesn't want to get glasses cos she might seem old.
The whole flatting thing with her was quite uncomfortable for the first few months, but since she was away quite a bit, it seemed like I forgot how she was like. And now that she's back from her latest trip... boy did I remember.
We had spoken months before about me getting a pet. I wanted a cat, she was reluctant cos she had 2 of her own. And of course, they had priority. Wouldn't want to agitate the cats would we? So okay. That's fine. Then she suggested the idea of a dog. I didn't even consider it cos well I thought she wouldn't go for it. That was weeks ago. Between that and last Friday, we had casual discussions about dogs, where it would stay etc. To say I was excited, is kinda mild.
So last week, I found a perfect dog. A) Good with cats (ie doesn't think they're food) B) Very obedient, and great with commands. So told her about said dog, on Sunday. Said how big she (the dog, Bess) was, how great she is etc. And flatmate said oh that's fine. To me, that was the go-ahead. So I emailed Bess' owner. And everything pretty much was a go. But (being the uberly considerate being that I am... yeah yeah I do have my moments) I thought it would be wise to call said flatmate and discuss when I could bring her in etc.
So... this is when the whole drama began.... she started by asking loads of questions, that if the dog didn't get along with the cats could I return her etc. And other intrusive questions, which I felt weren't her right to ask anyway. Cos the dog was going to be my responsibility not hers. Pretty much everything she said had the connotation that she didn't think I knew what I was doing. 'have you considered the financial responsibilities, have you considered this and that'. 'Oh... well I'll have to think about this. This is a lot to take in. And I'll have to check with the landlord etc'.
That last bit pretty much stunned me to silence. To me, the fact that she wasn't sure if it was okay with the landlord to have a dog here, was something she should have known and mentioned. She's the leaseholder. She should have known better. If she wasn't sure about it, she had weeks to say 'oh hang on, let me check with the landlord'. But did she? Nope.
I had a morning talk with her a day or 2 after that. Telling her that I was upset. Why didn't she ask the landlord first? That she should know better cos she's the leaseholder. I wanted a 15-20 mins discussion, it said it became a 45 mins talk about her feelings. How she felt about it. And I'm going 'what the f***?!'. So I set down an ultimatum. Check with the landlord. If it's okay, but the dog doesn't get along well with the cats, I'll move. If the landlord says no, I'll move. Told her to call the landlord and text me the same day.
Did I get a text? Nope. When I texted her in the afternoon, no reply. Next day, called the house phone. No one picked up. Okay no one's in. Called her mobile, didn't answer. Sent a text. Got a reply back. Asking if I was free, cos she wants to speak to me face-to-face. I texted back, "a simple yes or no would be suffice for now. details can be discussed later'. After that, zero contact from her. Not answering my calls nor texts. To me, that was a pretty straightforward 'F*** you' from her.
I'm a pretty logical, sensible person. Why am I pissed about this?
Here are the reasons:
- she as the leaseholder should know whether the owner allowed dogs or not. Even if she didn't know, she should have checked. Which she didn't. And she had weeks to do so.
- She assumed that our conversations about dogs were just offhand conversations. She doesn't realize that we were talking about the same topic (dog in house). And when I pointed it out to her, she didn't own up to her mistake.
- She pretty much said yes, and when I called to confirm, she turned around and said 'wait but...'. Reneging on what she said earlier. That it was okay for Bess to live here.
- By not answering my texts and calls, she's just saying she doesn't respect me as a person. A 'f*** you' to my face.
On that same day, I sent her a text, saying that since she wasn't answering my calls etc, and was incapable of answering a very simple question, here's my notice. Got a note by my door when I got back that day. Saying that she understands that I'm upset, that she would prefer speaking to me face to face, that the landlord would come down on Sunday afternoon to talk to me.
Did I write a scathing note back? Yes I did. Capitalized words, double underlined some.
I mean come on. What's the point of the landlord coming down? Yes or No would have been enough. I don't need her to waste my time with all her 'feelings' bullshit. She just wants someone around so she doesn't have to pay for the rent herself. It's a household where she rules, things are done her way. She's more intrusive, more naggy than my mother. Questions my judgement all the damn time. Heck, even my mother knows better than that.
So enough is enough. I found a new place today. It's smaller and more expensive, but the owner is away during the week and back on weekends only. I'll have the place to myself. It's dog friendly, she doesn't mind that Bess will be in the house etc. So now, I'm busying packing. Getting the keys to the new place tomorrow morning. Shall move in from Mon-thurs. Will seriously need to repack my things. Since it's small. But it's good. Need to get rid of a lot of stuff anyway.
So that's it.... for now. Move this coming week. Getting my dog, Bess, on Friday. Settling her in over the weekend. And after that, hopefully it will be calm.
Tis a long blurb, but tis better to get it off my chest. And perhaps garner some sympathy. LOL
Monday, October 6, 2008
A Breather....
Phew... A breather at last...
The past few days have been deliriously (such a delicious word, thought I'd pop that in) hectic.
The trade fair seems to be pretty slow. My business partner is there schmoozing, whilst I'm stuck in the office. Attempting to work. You see... trying to work when you're alone... after months of working alongside somewhere, who's always there to joke around... well it gets pretty boring alone. Even tried blasting the comedy channel (www.socialcrime.com .. it's on itunes comedy list.. awesome standup comedy stuff) on high, to keep me awake and alert. Did that help? Not much. So did I manage to get any work done? Some...
I suppose it didn't quite help that I had 2 pet male mice to keep an eye on. This morning just as I was about to leave, I did a quick check on the mice. And when I saw the male mice... seemingly frozen... I cursed (okay I said F***!) they seemed halfdead (happened once before to another male mice... sad to say.. he didn't survive). Popped them into an empty tissue box and brought them along to work with me. Put in a little food, hoping that it would revive them.
Perhaps it was the fresh air or the cocooning gentle sway of the bus as it weaved around tight corners on thin roads, like an expert seamstress sewing. By the time I arrived at work, they had miraculously revived. Body was warm, fur was slick against their bodies (it gets puffy and weird, like they were electrocuted, when they're half-dead), and their noses were twitching. I took that as a good sign.
Their cages are now sparkling clean. Fresh bedding (toilet rolls... well it's cheap), fresh food, and new companions. I've connected the 2 small Habitrail Ovo Domes together. So Dawn, Eve, Singe and Burnt will now live happily ever after. And produce nice black (yeah I'm such a racist) babies. Well Dawn doesn't seem that happy, but I'm sure it'll all work out.
It's 10pm. Weather's crappy. Cold, windy with forecast of gale winds tomorrow. Oh joy... power cuts for the day... And it's spring too! It's supposed to be sunny, birds chirping, ducklings waddling, sun shining, flowers blooming and all that sort of shiny, idealized crap. But is it? Nope. Gloom, doom, silent and toe-numbing cold (ain't got socks on).
Suppose I'd better tuck me, my cuppa Oolong tea [found out that it's good for digestion (I have such a delicate tummy), and that it suppresses appetite. Diet Bonus!] So need to lose some weight. When it's warmer, it's off for long walks in the sun, swimming (if the water isn't freezing), and perhaps a lil taichi. But for now, it's under the duvet, with 2 hot water bottles to keep the blood in my toes circulating, a hot cuppa and a good book (reading the diamond approach by almaas at the mo... it's deep.. profoundly, thought provokingly deep... it's good!).
The past few days have been deliriously (such a delicious word, thought I'd pop that in) hectic.
The trade fair seems to be pretty slow. My business partner is there schmoozing, whilst I'm stuck in the office. Attempting to work. You see... trying to work when you're alone... after months of working alongside somewhere, who's always there to joke around... well it gets pretty boring alone. Even tried blasting the comedy channel (www.socialcrime.com .. it's on itunes comedy list.. awesome standup comedy stuff) on high, to keep me awake and alert. Did that help? Not much. So did I manage to get any work done? Some...
I suppose it didn't quite help that I had 2 pet male mice to keep an eye on. This morning just as I was about to leave, I did a quick check on the mice. And when I saw the male mice... seemingly frozen... I cursed (okay I said F***!) they seemed halfdead (happened once before to another male mice... sad to say.. he didn't survive). Popped them into an empty tissue box and brought them along to work with me. Put in a little food, hoping that it would revive them.
Perhaps it was the fresh air or the cocooning gentle sway of the bus as it weaved around tight corners on thin roads, like an expert seamstress sewing. By the time I arrived at work, they had miraculously revived. Body was warm, fur was slick against their bodies (it gets puffy and weird, like they were electrocuted, when they're half-dead), and their noses were twitching. I took that as a good sign.
Their cages are now sparkling clean. Fresh bedding (toilet rolls... well it's cheap), fresh food, and new companions. I've connected the 2 small Habitrail Ovo Domes together. So Dawn, Eve, Singe and Burnt will now live happily ever after. And produce nice black (yeah I'm such a racist) babies. Well Dawn doesn't seem that happy, but I'm sure it'll all work out.
It's 10pm. Weather's crappy. Cold, windy with forecast of gale winds tomorrow. Oh joy... power cuts for the day... And it's spring too! It's supposed to be sunny, birds chirping, ducklings waddling, sun shining, flowers blooming and all that sort of shiny, idealized crap. But is it? Nope. Gloom, doom, silent and toe-numbing cold (ain't got socks on).
Suppose I'd better tuck me, my cuppa Oolong tea [found out that it's good for digestion (I have such a delicate tummy), and that it suppresses appetite. Diet Bonus!] So need to lose some weight. When it's warmer, it's off for long walks in the sun, swimming (if the water isn't freezing), and perhaps a lil taichi. But for now, it's under the duvet, with 2 hot water bottles to keep the blood in my toes circulating, a hot cuppa and a good book (reading the diamond approach by almaas at the mo... it's deep.. profoundly, thought provokingly deep... it's good!).
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Oh Happy Day...
Oh happy day... Oh happy day.... *sings*
It's pretty darn obvious that I'm in a good mood. Why?
Cos my work visa came through! YEAH! After months of going through paperwork, waiting and anxiety if I'll make it, I DID! WOOHOO!!
So now its figuring out if I can cancel my return ticket (one which I bought when I came here) and get some refund. If not, it might have to be a trip to SG and a quick cheap flight back. The 1st option is the best.
I've always felt a little inadequate cos of my lack of erm.. paper qualifications (I know its a shocker.. Ms Anti-Social-Conformist). I emailed a couple of local schools here. Since I'm not a local, apparently I can't study part-time without a study visa. Now that is just a bunch of bollocks. So I've been searching the net for an online or correspondence school. Did I find one?
Hell yeah!! www.sessions.edu It's a great place that has all the courses that I'm interested in.
Only thing is that well it'll be about US$9000 to sign up. It's heck of a lot cheaper than studying in NZ as an international student, but it's a big enough sum to raise blood pressure (lowly graphic designer here...). But that amount is till 30th Sept.. it's gonna go up after that. Wonder how high the hike will be. Hhmmm...
So it's eyes, toes, fingers, arms, legs and tongue crossed that I'll be able to scrounge up the money somehow. This week's lotto is $20M.. definitely gonna get a ticket. Winning even a little bit of it, would be enough for me. Enough to pay for that course, to get a glass tank and aspen bedding (I know.. pampered creatures.. but pine is bad for them) for my mice, driving license, a dog (I love creatures... :D)... That's all..
I thought I'd be somewhat cheeky and add a donation button. So if there's anyone out there with spare change, who would like to help a budding graphic design, do donate.
LOL.. now how narcissistic can that be.. well I suppose nothing ventured.. nothing gained... :D
It's pretty darn obvious that I'm in a good mood. Why?
Cos my work visa came through! YEAH! After months of going through paperwork, waiting and anxiety if I'll make it, I DID! WOOHOO!!
So now its figuring out if I can cancel my return ticket (one which I bought when I came here) and get some refund. If not, it might have to be a trip to SG and a quick cheap flight back. The 1st option is the best.
I've always felt a little inadequate cos of my lack of erm.. paper qualifications (I know its a shocker.. Ms Anti-Social-Conformist). I emailed a couple of local schools here. Since I'm not a local, apparently I can't study part-time without a study visa. Now that is just a bunch of bollocks. So I've been searching the net for an online or correspondence school. Did I find one?
Hell yeah!! www.sessions.edu It's a great place that has all the courses that I'm interested in.
Only thing is that well it'll be about US$9000 to sign up. It's heck of a lot cheaper than studying in NZ as an international student, but it's a big enough sum to raise blood pressure (lowly graphic designer here...). But that amount is till 30th Sept.. it's gonna go up after that. Wonder how high the hike will be. Hhmmm...
So it's eyes, toes, fingers, arms, legs and tongue crossed that I'll be able to scrounge up the money somehow. This week's lotto is $20M.. definitely gonna get a ticket. Winning even a little bit of it, would be enough for me. Enough to pay for that course, to get a glass tank and aspen bedding (I know.. pampered creatures.. but pine is bad for them) for my mice, driving license, a dog (I love creatures... :D)... That's all..
I thought I'd be somewhat cheeky and add a donation button. So if there's anyone out there with spare change, who would like to help a budding graphic design, do donate.
LOL.. now how narcissistic can that be.. well I suppose nothing ventured.. nothing gained... :D
Monday, September 29, 2008
Insomnia
It's 2:48am... and I can't sleep.
Thoughts on my work.... printer screwing up... that I should have my own images up and ready. Which means I have to go through all of my photos and sort the good ones...going through thousands (okay...hundreds) of my images, sort, pick, edit.. the whole shebang... it's kinda overwhelming.
Thoughts on personal work ... websites - 2 of them... blogs - 4 of them.... multiple accounts on flickr, gmail... working on ways to promote myself as an artist... yet realizing I don't really have the experience nor the portfolio to show it... wondering how I can explore my creative side.... am I stretching myself too thin?
Then come on the thoughts that I should be doing more... and that I'm a lazy c*** for not doing so. Aahhh... the screeching of the inner critic... how erm... sweet the sound...
They say that the worst critic is yourself. Well since I don't have a mother-in-law I suppose that's true.
Munching on ridiculously salty salsa-flavoured nachos at this hour isn't good... well I suppose I could try and make myself a cup of hot choc to try and fall asleep.. but it's too hard..
And inner critic says 'lazy b****'... *sigh* ... so how do I shut her up? *ponders deeply*
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Thoughts on my work.... printer screwing up... that I should have my own images up and ready. Which means I have to go through all of my photos and sort the good ones...going through thousands (okay...hundreds) of my images, sort, pick, edit.. the whole shebang... it's kinda overwhelming.
Thoughts on personal work ... websites - 2 of them... blogs - 4 of them.... multiple accounts on flickr, gmail... working on ways to promote myself as an artist... yet realizing I don't really have the experience nor the portfolio to show it... wondering how I can explore my creative side.... am I stretching myself too thin?
Then come on the thoughts that I should be doing more... and that I'm a lazy c*** for not doing so. Aahhh... the screeching of the inner critic... how erm... sweet the sound...
They say that the worst critic is yourself. Well since I don't have a mother-in-law I suppose that's true.
Munching on ridiculously salty salsa-flavoured nachos at this hour isn't good... well I suppose I could try and make myself a cup of hot choc to try and fall asleep.. but it's too hard..
And inner critic says 'lazy b****'... *sigh* ... so how do I shut her up? *ponders deeply*
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Sunday, September 28, 2008
On a roll...
Gosh.. I'm on a writing roll here. 2nd one in 3 days.
So what's been happening since then that has my fingers itching for the keyboard?
Let's see....
Work:
Bad - Printers went kapoot (ie broke down). Can't really call in the technician from the co. we lease it from, cos well we owe them money. (can we help it that we make all of our money at the end of the year??)
Good - More artists signed up. Yay! Was at the local market today and found 2 artists who were keen. Got rejected by 1, some grumpy looking feller who didn't seem interested in selling his stuff.
Personal
Bad - after 4pm last night, discovered that I was as broke as I can be. Had $6 in my card, was gonna use that to get some bread. Instead, had to use that and then some cash (well mostly coins) to pay off a somewhat large (well to me it was) library fine. So its under $10 (barely) but I got to borrow stacks of books.
Good - Person who bought a book on mine finally showed up to collect and pay me. So got $7! Not broke anymore. What even made me jump for joy was that I checked my SG account and lo and behold I had money. Good ol government, coming in at the nick of time. And more than I expected too. Did another check on the exchange rate and Hallelujah! SG dollar's stronger than NZ. *relieved somewhat hysterical laugh* thank goodness for that.
So now I can pay the excess power bill (winter was cold and it's obvious that I'm gonna pay dearly for it. $60 extra. ouch!). Yippee! Can afford to sit here in the cafe and drink an Ampio (that's super large to all you phebians)
And glass panes so I can put them together to make a glass tank for my mice. The plan is to have 2 litters (from Eve and Dawn). Then partition the glass and have same sex boxes.
So... that's that for now.
Spent the day soaking up the sun, reading, with a cat purring on my lap, before bititng and scratching my hand cos she was disgruntled that I wanted to move. Jeez talk about a cat with issues.
Suppose that's it for now. Other revelations to come as the days pass....
Keep watching the Just E channel *says in a loud salesperson-y voice*
..... yeah yeah.. lame I know... but somebody's gotta be...
So what's been happening since then that has my fingers itching for the keyboard?
Let's see....
Work:
Bad - Printers went kapoot (ie broke down). Can't really call in the technician from the co. we lease it from, cos well we owe them money. (can we help it that we make all of our money at the end of the year??)
Good - More artists signed up. Yay! Was at the local market today and found 2 artists who were keen. Got rejected by 1, some grumpy looking feller who didn't seem interested in selling his stuff.
Personal
Bad - after 4pm last night, discovered that I was as broke as I can be. Had $6 in my card, was gonna use that to get some bread. Instead, had to use that and then some cash (well mostly coins) to pay off a somewhat large (well to me it was) library fine. So its under $10 (barely) but I got to borrow stacks of books.
Good - Person who bought a book on mine finally showed up to collect and pay me. So got $7! Not broke anymore. What even made me jump for joy was that I checked my SG account and lo and behold I had money. Good ol government, coming in at the nick of time. And more than I expected too. Did another check on the exchange rate and Hallelujah! SG dollar's stronger than NZ. *relieved somewhat hysterical laugh* thank goodness for that.
So now I can pay the excess power bill (winter was cold and it's obvious that I'm gonna pay dearly for it. $60 extra. ouch!). Yippee! Can afford to sit here in the cafe and drink an Ampio (that's super large to all you phebians)
And glass panes so I can put them together to make a glass tank for my mice. The plan is to have 2 litters (from Eve and Dawn). Then partition the glass and have same sex boxes.
So... that's that for now.
Spent the day soaking up the sun, reading, with a cat purring on my lap, before bititng and scratching my hand cos she was disgruntled that I wanted to move. Jeez talk about a cat with issues.
Suppose that's it for now. Other revelations to come as the days pass....
Keep watching the Just E channel *says in a loud salesperson-y voice*
..... yeah yeah.. lame I know... but somebody's gotta be...
Friday, September 26, 2008
Ah Finally....
Ah finally... I decided to something with the 3 blogs I have. Well 3 I have set up. Yes I have 3. What are they for? I have no idea. Only the future can say, and at the moment it's got laryngitis.
Things have been speeding along over the past 2 days. Decided that it's high past time that I blurbed it all out to the world. Narcissistic of me, but then who isn't? Really...
Work:
- Busy preparing for upcoming trade show. Planning and designing catalogues, organizing databases, designing products.. At the computer most of the time (with a couple of *ahem* well-deserved snoozes on the deck.. soaking up the much missed sunshine)
- Just by chance, managed to contact the manager of an art organization. Before the company was kinda plodding along. With her contact and mass-mail to her members, we got 5 enquiries in the same afternoon! Shall I ever doubt the god of networking again? Nope. Never. All hail thee....
Personal:
- Still in NZ. Slowly plodding along. Much has changed. Personality.. more mellowed. Perhaps its the environment. Surrounded by greenies. (no I haven't been infected by them). But there is something about NZ that makes you more laid-back. More at ease.
Great scenery. Crisp fresh air. It's bliss.
- Pets! I got a couple of mice. 2 female mice (brown - Dawn, black - Eve). That was the first lot. Then I got 2 more female mice (came with cage). Black spotted - Dot, White - Bim (LOL I couldn't resist). And just recently, I got 2 black male mice. So do I intend to breed more mice. Oh yeah! Only with Dawn and Eve though. My first attempt at matchmaking. I wonder what the results will be like.
For now they are dating. In Habitrail OVO (cool as) pods and right next to each other. So they can see each other. Tried to put them together (like a blind date). Oh man.. the squeals... They weren't of delight.
So introductory phase it is. Dot and Bim shall remain in the wire cage, with each other for company. Until the baby mice have been weaned. Well then it's gonna be a group affair.
The plan is to get a glass aquarium. Maybe a big one, partition it. One for the males and one for the females. Have I gone overboard and sketched out the details? Yes I have. Have I gone beyond the step of sanity and blue-printed the plans? Nope. Haven't reached that stage...yet...
Tis 1am... I should be asleep. Instead I'm aggravating my RSI and spilling my guts for the world to read.(not that I think anyone will be particularly interested in my tale..)
Oooppss.... brain just went 'Ppsssstt... sleep time. I need my sleep now! You f'in lazy c***! NOW GODDAMMIT!!'.... tis best I heed it.
Toodles for now *signs off, wincing at the internal cursing and yelling*
Things have been speeding along over the past 2 days. Decided that it's high past time that I blurbed it all out to the world. Narcissistic of me, but then who isn't? Really...
Work:
- Busy preparing for upcoming trade show. Planning and designing catalogues, organizing databases, designing products.. At the computer most of the time (with a couple of *ahem* well-deserved snoozes on the deck.. soaking up the much missed sunshine)
- Just by chance, managed to contact the manager of an art organization. Before the company was kinda plodding along. With her contact and mass-mail to her members, we got 5 enquiries in the same afternoon! Shall I ever doubt the god of networking again? Nope. Never. All hail thee....
Personal:
- Still in NZ. Slowly plodding along. Much has changed. Personality.. more mellowed. Perhaps its the environment. Surrounded by greenies. (no I haven't been infected by them). But there is something about NZ that makes you more laid-back. More at ease.
Great scenery. Crisp fresh air. It's bliss.
- Pets! I got a couple of mice. 2 female mice (brown - Dawn, black - Eve). That was the first lot. Then I got 2 more female mice (came with cage). Black spotted - Dot, White - Bim (LOL I couldn't resist). And just recently, I got 2 black male mice. So do I intend to breed more mice. Oh yeah! Only with Dawn and Eve though. My first attempt at matchmaking. I wonder what the results will be like.
For now they are dating. In Habitrail OVO (cool as) pods and right next to each other. So they can see each other. Tried to put them together (like a blind date). Oh man.. the squeals... They weren't of delight.
So introductory phase it is. Dot and Bim shall remain in the wire cage, with each other for company. Until the baby mice have been weaned. Well then it's gonna be a group affair.
The plan is to get a glass aquarium. Maybe a big one, partition it. One for the males and one for the females. Have I gone overboard and sketched out the details? Yes I have. Have I gone beyond the step of sanity and blue-printed the plans? Nope. Haven't reached that stage...yet...
Tis 1am... I should be asleep. Instead I'm aggravating my RSI and spilling my guts for the world to read.(not that I think anyone will be particularly interested in my tale..)
Oooppss.... brain just went 'Ppsssstt... sleep time. I need my sleep now! You f'in lazy c***! NOW GODDAMMIT!!'.... tis best I heed it.
Toodles for now *signs off, wincing at the internal cursing and yelling*
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