The World According To Me

So, one week and one day ago it was my birthday. I turned 28. I had the most awesome day. Awesome. Awesome. Awesome. Part of the excellence was due to me handing in my resignation. I don't have a job lined up in Adelaide at all. The facts of the matter are that I have basically have three weeks to find a job and a place to live (with the cats - Lucy is going to mum's house) in a city where I am not.

Hello, Universe? It's me, Kymmy. Halp pls.

Awesome.

Righto, so the opportunity for me to have fruit for morning tea each day isn't going to happen, for some reason unknown to me. And I still have a generalised dislike for recruitment agents.

On the upside, I am going here on Saturday and I cannot wait. So excited! This will be the second festival I've been to this year, which makes 2 for my entire lifetime. Yeah, I'm a saddo. Whatevs. I'm going to see the Grates again, and that makes me a happy little clam.

I had a photo I actually did want to post - of my weekend activities when I'm not frolicking around a city I don't yet live in, being a knob;




I made somewhere in the vicinity of 90 of these babies on Sunday - they have pork and coriander and water chestnuts and shitake mushrooms and lots of other things in them and they taste AWESOME. There are about 70 of them in my freezer at this moment, allowing for the Sunday night dinner I provided for a mate.

Next stop: Pork Buns.

Can I just take a moment here to rant a little and possibly offend someone in the process? Yep? We cool? Excellent.

I have never before had any dealings with agents. I've always gotten my jobs (all three of them) via replying to ad an in the paper - employment; kicking it old school. But now things are different and these days, firms who don't use agents aren't usually the ones you want to be employed by. If they're too tight to fork out some commission to get the best staff then they're probably going to cheap out on the bikkies in the tea-room. I'm sure there's a study out there that has created those tenuous links. And biscuit-quality is important to me. So is salary, strangely enough.

So in my quest I have been liaising with some agents to try and get the Massive Life Change underway. The first one I contacted, about 6 weeks ago before I went on my mission, supposedly had the monopoly on the market for my line of work. She's done nothing, so far, except to make promises and then REALLY piss me off by yesterday getting one of her underlings to phone me and tell me she had a fantastic part-time opportunity and would I be interested?

Ummmmm, no. I need to work full time to you know, pay the rent and eat and stuff. "Interesting", she says, "I'll put that in our database. And what area of law are you looking at?". How about the area which covers your principal actually taking notice of what I said in our meeting 2 weeks ago? Or someone reading my cv? Or the one that looks after reading my carefully crafted cover letter? Pffftttt.

An etiquette query - is it okay to tell an agent to shove their database up their jacksie?

It wasn't good timing, yesterday. I am pms-ing like a mofo. It's crazy. I declared to my colleagues yesterday that I simply needed to be quarantined for the next few days. It would be better for everyone that way. How good would it be if there was actually a quarantine for crazy hormonal women? For a few days each month we could be confined to a couch with a doona, multiple family blocks of cadburys and the complete series box set of Scrubs dvd's? Thank me for my ideas later.

I digress. The point I wanted to make was that I have formed a strong dislike for most of the agents I have had dealings with so far. The other point I wanted to make was that I have 3 opportunities in the beginnings stage to effect Massive Life Change and one of them is so exciting I want to wee my pants. 4 clues - 1. Fruit. 2. For. 3. Morning. 4. Tea. ohmigod. (the ohmigod was not a clue. because that would make it 5).

Another, unrelated point was that I had such an awful day yesterday that I came home and opened a bottle of wine. Almost finished it, too. By 8pm. I have re-confirmed with myself that I do not really enjoy drinking alone. But I slept like a baby.

I also got sent some photo's of The Fabulous Night Out Where I Was Looking Hot (see previous post). I laughed so much I actually cried. I was not looking hot at all. I was looking totally cocked. Why were my perceptions so skewed? HILAR. I cannot believe that extra extra tall bloke kissed me. I wouldn't have kissed me.