Archive for April, 2009

I’m Not Surprised I Scored 0% on Discipline

April 24, 2009


Your result for The Best Thing About You Test…

Passion

Hot! Passion is your greatest virtue

Passion is an intense emotion that compels feeling, enthusiasm, or desire for anything, and that often requires action. Get that? Requires action. It’s very likely you submit to your deepest needs and live life with a flair few others achieve, but many envy. All 7 virtues are a part of you, but your passion runs deepest.

Passionate types: artists, writers, composers, athletes, and heroine addicts.

Your raw relative scores follow. 0% is low, and 100% is perfect, nearly impossible. Note that I pitted the virtues against each other, so in some way these are relative scores. It’s impossible to score high on all of them, and a low score on one is just relatively low compared to the other virtues.

YOUR VIRTUES

30% Compassion

44% Intelligence

38% Humility

33% Honesty

0% Discipline

57% Courage

58% Passion


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Any Other Time I Would Have Been Angry

April 23, 2009

Yesterday I was on my way to work. I was feeling pretty tired and second hand after a late night cheering up a friend with a broken heart. I must have looked a sight. Of course, there was no seat available on the train – there never is when you really need it!

It was pretty chilly and I was wearing a read coat that only buttons up high and flares out to mid thigh level. A bit like this one, but possibly less fitted around the waist.

A young man who was sitting near me caught my eye and very politely said “Excuse me, would you like my seat?” Halleluiah! I gratefully accepted, on account of the fact that I felt a million years old, had not enough hours of sleep behind me and a raging hangover. As I thanked him and sat down, he frowned at all the men nearby and murmered something along the lines of how he hated it when men did not stand for pregnant ladies.

I was torn for a split second while it computed in my brain. Flared coat that is not fitted around the belly. Tired looking woman. He thought I was pregnant! It took only a moment to decide between telling him he was mistaken and giving his seat back or leaving it as it was. I smiled at him really sweetly as I thanked him and rubbed my belly in the way I have seen pregnant women do. I like to think I made his day for his thoughtfulness – he would have bragged that all over the office. He sure made mine, and I got an extra 25 minutes of shut eye on the trip that was desparately needed. And I paid back karma wise by making myself almost miss my train home that afternoon by stopping to let work security know someone had left their headlights on in their car which was parked in the work carpark. Oh, and it made a screamingly funny story to tell later at The Local.

What Not to Wear

April 20, 2009

This morning I was sitting on the train on the dreary commute to work. I was just about to take off my coat, as it was rather stuffy in the train. Luckily I managed to stop myself just in time. If I hadn’t, the train full of people would also have just realised that I was wearing my shirt inside out. Instead, I stayed warm and giggled to myself all the way to work.

In other news, reading and posting from work is getting harder these days, big brother is watching. I can read through Google Reader, but can’t always click through to comment.

Shopping – 12ontheinside Style

April 9, 2009

I was over at The Boyfriend’s parent’s house the other day. On their kitchen table was a shopping list, ready for their trip to the grocery shop the next morning. What else could I do, but add to it.

I decided to add two items – pickled herrings and wagon wheels. Then I totally forgot about it. Until last night, when The Boyfriend’s dad told me he spent 15 minutes at the shops looking for pickled herrings the other day before he got suspicious and asked The Boyfriend’s mum what on earth she needed pickled herrings and wagon wheels for when they didn’t like either of them. Then he noticed the handwriting was different for those two items.

I’m so mature –¬† even now I am grinning like a loon as I type this.

Perhaps It Was All That Rain?

April 7, 2009

It’s been a wet few weeks here lately. The rain’s been fairly constant. I’ve been thinking of building an ark. Well, it would be raining – it’s almost Easter, and it always rains at Easter, particularly when you have plans to take your best friend and her two children to the south coast for the long weekend.

It might be all that rain that has caused today’s dilemma but I don’t care what it is. I want it gone.

I’m sitting in my office, a little after 9am, contemplating the long day ahead. About every 5 or 10 minutes I hear a chirping sound. I think there is a frog in my office. I cannot be held responsible for what might happen if little Kermit decides to jump on my lap. I once had a spider down my top, and screamed blue murder in the middle of the office while ripping off my shirt. Imagine what could happen if the frog jumps up my leg.

Edited to Add: Erm, never mind about the frog. It turns out that if you have a personalised Google page and there’s something on it that makes noise when it refreshes, it sounds just like a frog when heard though the headphones that are sitting on the desk. And now I need to deal with the Facilities Manager, who is on his way up to my office to find a non existent frog.

Lucky My Head is Screwed On

April 6, 2009

Mum always used to say I’d forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on. I probably would, too.

The other week, we were heading out to a party. A friend had popped in to visit, and gave us a lift to the party so we wouldn’t have to drive (yay!). We stopped on the way for beer and ice – a party can never have too much ice; people always seem to take drinks and forget the ice. When we got out of the car, I looked around for my shoes. No shoes were to be found. I was sure I’d put thongs on (the footwear type) just as I’d left, but obviously had not.

Friend: Damn! I guess we’ll have to go back and get shoes for you.

Me: Na, watch this.

I walked into the local bottle shop. The guy who owns the store is an absolute sweetheart, even though I find it funny that he owns a bottlo and doesn’t drink much at all.

Me: Hi! Do you happen to have any thongs for promotional giveaways or anything? I seem to have left home without any shoes on.

I walked out a minute later wearing very stylish lime green thongs with “Vodka Cruiser” written all over them.

Mum also used to say “It’s not what you know, it’s who you know”.

A Little Bit at a Time

April 2, 2009

Last night, The Boyfriend and I headed down to The Local after dinner. We had missed the place for the last week or two. We had been avoiding the place, along with many others, in a kind of protest about one of the staff¬† members who’d gotten a bit snappy with a local and punched him in the nose. Sure, the local in question was being a tool at the time, and should possibly have been sent home, but there was no need for violence. Money talks, and after a week or two of dwindling patrons, the staff member in question no longer works there. Funny, that.

A pair of slightly scruffy looking characters wandered in, and asked the bartender if the hotel had accommodation. I happened to be standing nearby at the time, and tried to help. The two guys were looking for cheap pub style accommodation, but most of the nearby pubs have stopped providing this service over the last few years. The Boyfriend and I were trying to give advice to where the cheapest places would be, we made a few phone calls for them to check availability, that sort of thing. They just seemed like nice, good people, and we hated the thought of anyone (and by the look of them they were pretty hard up) struggling to find a place to sleep that they could afford. After chatting for a while, I asked them what brought them to the area. They had travelled up from country Victoria to buy a car that they’d found online. Why did they need a car? Theirs were burned. In the bushfires.

Yep, these two fellas turned out to be from a small country town that had been totally devastated by the recent bushfires. From their town, only 6 houses remained standing – and none of the saved houses belonged to the young guy or his dad. The older man showed me some photos – it was heartbreaking hearing him say “this is my house burning down, this is when I got surrounded by flames and thought I was going to die, this is the remains of my tools – which were uninsured, this is the melted car which I had bought the day before and not insured yet” – it just went on and on. Both guys now have no jobs because the businesses they worked for have burned down. Both said they have yet to see a penny of the grant money the government promised them, and the reason why they looked scruffy was because they were wearing donated clothes. One of them barely escaped on a dirt bike, just outrunning the flames. He’d been trying to help his boss save the trout farm he worked at, unsuccessfully. His boss only survived by jumping in a trout pond. It was 20m deep and still it bubbled and boiled from the heat.

Soon enough we wished them luck, and they headed out towards the cheapest accommodation we had been able to find for them. The Boyfriend’s best mate was nearby, and I told him the dreaful story we’d just heard. He was up like a shot and ran after them. He offered them all he had to offer – free accommodation in his spare room that night, which they gratefully accepted and came back inside. As their story worked its way around the pub, they also found they had shout after shout being pushed into their hands. Each person only gave a little bit – but I like to think it made all the difference. As they left with The Boyfriend’s mate for a well earned rest, the young guy turned to his dad and said, “Wow. We picked the best pub to walk into and ask for directions tonight”. I like to think that they did, too.

Why Does It Always Rain On Me

April 1, 2009

This morning I had two choices.

1. Catch that train, and not find my umbrella. (Thought process: It’s raining outside, but it’s sure to stop by the time I get to work. It’s a full city block walk to the work building from where the bus drops me off, but I’m a good person – I deserve to get a break today! Right?)

2. Find the umbrella and miss my train, putting into jeopardy the carefully timed dash to the train, then dash to the bus, then dash to the work building from the other side of the business park. (Thought process: I hate missing the fast train! I don’t want to get the next train, it’s always full of smelly and annoying people and I never get a seat!)

I picked number 1, of course. Then the train was late so I would in fact have caught the fast train anyway if I had stopped to get the umbrella. Then when I got off the bus? It wasn’t just raining cats and dogs, it was hailing taxis. I was so drenched by the time I got to my desk that I wrung water out of my hair and clothes as if I were freshly out of a shower that I’d taken and forgotten to take my clothes off for first. (Thought process: It’s pretty empty in my office area. Surely if I take my pants off to dry nobody would even notice? heh. I restrained myself from doing that.)

Now I’ve worked out why this happened. It is because I am greedy and lustful.

Greed: Very High
Gluttony: High
Wrath: Medium
Sloth: High
Envy: Medium
Lust: Very High
Pride: Medium

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