Today I have 2 rants

Firstly, Australian Princess. Zena (yes - the very same one who believes Di and Tupac are angels), last night stated that because Wendy could answer the hosts questions that "Wendy is very educational". Wendy may be educated, academic, learned, literate, scholarly or even erudite (if you want to get a bit fancy). However, Wendy is not a video or training seminar and is not educational. Idiots.

Secondly, yesterday in the Herald Sun there was an article titled
Poorer areas lag in fitness, which stated "Residents in the municipalities of Stonnington, Manningham and Bayside were classified as being in high socio-economic areas" ** . I live in the municipality of Manningham, and would like to know why, if we are in a high socio-economic area, we have little to no public transportation. Last night 3 buses passed that I was unable to board as they were too full. I was forced to stand on the street with around 30 other people waiting for another to come. Half an hour later it did – however it too was too full to let people on. So living 25 mins from the city, last night it took me 2 hours to get home. However at least it wasn’t raining last night (that was Friday night’s trip home). And luckily last night the 30 people standing around weren’t abused by passers by (that was last month, when we were all told “Get out of the way you f*cking c*nts”).

Perhaps I should move to Broadmeadows – at least they have a train line. And I would also then qualify to enter Australian Princess.

**I figure that this rating was given based on the number of marble lions guarding the circular drive ways in each area. (http://www.heraldsun.news.com.au/common/story_page/0,5478,17026035%255E2862,00.html).

Exit Interview...

As I leave my current job next Friday, next Thursday I am set to do an exit interview. Having been directed by a friend who also resigned from my work that I needed to ask for one, upon resigning I did just that. However now that the time is set I am a little concerned as to what an exit interview really entails. I am basically of the opinion that it is a chance for me to bitch about all the things that have pissed me off while I have been working here. And there are many. From the manager who thinks that "ethnenticity" is a word, through to the MD who told me "you have a lot of potential but are of no real value to the company". In fact I think I should start making a list.....

Geeks

I have in the past been accused of being a technophile, which is basically a big word that means geek. (For more information on geeks check out the Geek Code at http://www.geekcode.com/geek.html). In a long tradition of vehemently denying accusations, this one was to dismissed with a "pish-posh". Its not my fault these people wouldn't know their back end from their user interface. Bet they can't play netball either.

However on the weekend I managed to break my DVD burner, my USB stick and my Ipod. In doing so I realised that I am totally dependant on these pieces of technology. In fact I have had a sick feeling in my stomach ever since. I haven't been able to steal movies, music or work files ever since. It has been terrible. Luckily today one of the true geeks from work (ie. one of the guys who works in IT) fixed my Ipod. I feel so much better - its like a piece of me has been restored along with my harddrive!

I'm an f*ing Princess

Some of the stupidest things I have heard in the last few weeks have come from a cultural gem that is called Australian Princess. In this ludicrous search for a princess they seem to stumbled across the largest collection of Bogan chicks this side of Narre Warren. (In fact I think they did the auditions at Fountain Gate). Not only are they trashy and inarticulate, most of them are just plain stupid. As evidenced by the fact that not one of them could make a cup of tea or understand that the leopard print mini dress from Supre may not be the thing for a formal occasion.

Some of the pearls of wisdom our future princesses have come up with include:

“Princess Di was an angel …… just like Tupac". Apparently the two were more alike than we though – it is reputed that Di’s favourite song was ‘Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z’.

“I’m more of a bourbon girl meself”. Of course you are a bourbon girl – you wouldn’t know a bottle of Dom Perignon if someone hit you over the head with it.

“They announced his name was Marek, and that's my ALL-TIME favourite Polish name!” Who has an all time favourite Polish name? Seriously!?

"Of course I wiggle when I walk, I’m a stripper, I’ve got booty". Well, the other two most popular Australian’s are Paul Hogan and Steve Irwin, why not a stripper? God forbid we ever be taken seriously as a county.

"Last time I cried I think it had a planetary cause because I am very in tune with the planets so when there's a full moon I feel a bit strange". When there is a full moon I am amazed that you are not outside howling at it!

Management

A man in a hot air balloon realized he was lost. He reduced altitude and spotted a woman below.He descended a bit more and shouted,"Excuse me, can you help me ? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."
The woman below replied, "You're in a hot air balloon hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground. You're between 40 and 41 degreesnorth latitude and between 59 and 60 degrees west longitude."
"You must be in Information Technology," said the balloonist."I am," replied the woman, "How did you know?""Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is technically correct, but I've no idea what to make of your information and the fact is I'm still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help at all. If anything, you've delayed my trip."
The woman below responded, "You must be in Management.""I am," replied the balloonist, "but how did you know?""Well," said the woman, "you don't know where you are or where you're going. You have risen to where you are, due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise, which you've no idea how to keep, and you expect people beneath you to solve your problems. The fact is you are in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow, it's my fault."

To vent..

To blog, or not to blog: that is the question:
Whether 'tis better to internalise
The anger, outrage and frustration
Or to publish on the internet ones troubles,
And by doing so? To vent, to unwind;

I always seem to turn to the blog when I am having a crappy day. I am like the people who only pray when things are going wrong. However, instead of having a quite conversation with God when things go wrong, I detail my problems for all and sundry to see on the net. Well, horses for courses.