(Monday)ne

Right now I have a love/hate romance with tissues. We spent the weekend together on the couch watching movies, and drinking hot lemon drinks that made my face crinkle up. Turns out the look doesn't fit so well with the dry, red nose they gave me. Today turned out to be Monday and so I had to go into work with dry red nose, and eyes, and a lack of energy that refashioned even the simple act of standing into an exhausting struggle against gravity. Who catches a cold in the middle of summer? Maybe I'm run down; too much coffee and not enough sleep?

As you can probably tell my mind is still not quite about me so I will attempt to keep this from becoming too digressive apart from to say that being a massive closet Survivor fanboy, I was firmly irked to find out today that after years of wishing we could get the series on DVD, it has been out in the U.S. for well, years. Hmf. Region 1 or not, I may have to order. 

The Root Of All Evil

I can't believe it's been a month since my last post. Has my life really been that boring that I've had nothing to blog about? YES ✓.

At the start of the month I started a new job, after months of searching, and it completely blows. I know I need the money, but handling hazardous materials everyday at a place that has such completely insufficient OH&S practices that two days in two weeks have already ended up in headaches and nausea, is not my idea of fun; and is not even the job I actually applied for...

The job ad in question promoted inbound customer service calls and some data entry for a laboratory. "I can do that" I thought to myself, secretly planning to work only as long as it took to get some money together for my course next year. I got a call and interviewed with the employment agency soon after, who confirmed the details of their advertisement; but come the second round interview with the actual employer it seemed that the job had changed to a position within the lab area. Slightly unprepared for this, I continued to nod enthusiastically (as you do in job interviews) reminding myself again that it was only short term, and that I needed the money; but I had seriously underestimated the level of dirt, poisonous fumes, and workplace psychopaths that awaited.

I mean it - what kind of supervisor laughs at an employee for wearing a dust mask (which I had to provide myself I might add) when handling asbestos samples?! Or has no ventilation (no - the air conditioner does not count) where there are toxic chemicals and associated fumes?

So I'm no longer broke, but my body may soon be if I inhale much more gas. I seriously need to get out of this place AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. This is not for me.

A Day Late

While I'm certain the last week of passionate page turning has done me permanent eye damage, I am so happy that around 11:45pm yesterday I completed my challenge to read Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix in (almost) one week. It actually took eight days, but I'm sparing myself any self punishment for that fact based on the distractions of last Thursday; having been called away for a job interview.

Today is the day after, and someone forgot to tell the clouds that I'd finished because they continue to bring flurries of pouring rain. Even so, trapped indoors and already missing its seemingly bewitching pages I decide that it is still too soon to begin the next volume... Maybe tomorrow? :)

Also, I have to admit my completely inappropriate crush on Cho. Sorry. 

PS. Yes, I know I need some sleep and a haircut. I have both booked for Saturday.

Yummm....

In the end the cookies succumb to the threat of violence, and turned out brilliantly today (yay!).

Harry Potter And The Cookie Killer

I think I've done something very dangerous. I set myself the challenge of reading Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix in one week and I'm already two days behind. Some people could breeze through this book in a couple of days I'm sure, but this thing has been leering at me from the top of the book shelf ever since I started the series and time has come to finally tackle it. In the past I haven't read that often, but the whole idea of setting a deadline is to start changing that, plus T.V. programming of late has been even worse than usual so I'm swapping it out for the printed and bound kind of entertainment.

Also, I've been trying to bake cookies and our oven keeps ruining them. What? I can blame the oven... it's malicious nature is exposed by it's hellish fiery breath. The first batch I did were still soft, the second batch are overdone. I'm going to try again tomorrow and if they don't turn out perfect I'm going to hurt them so hard that turning out fit for consumption will look favorable.

Prelude

Do you realise how much time a person is able to waste online? I have decided, after sitting in front of the computer looking at nothing in particular for almost the entire day, that it could potentially be an amount of time as large as forever.

I have never really been one for blogging, vlogging, networking or even so much as keeping a diary up until now. In fact this is my first post. Ever.

After some thought, I've concluded that the reason for this is mostly due to an apparent ineptitude in making any cognition of mine mimic sanity on a page. In fact, previous attempts have generally found themselves in disrepute of their author after reading, and subsequently being deleted, realising they actually make me sound like a boringly broken hearted depressive, a derivative of communist, or some other kind of flat out crazy.

It's also a handicapping absenteeism of self confidence that has plagued me since birth, that anybody cares what rambles through my head, or could find amongst it even one iota of interesting. Such is it's wrath that also causes me to unsuccessfully play copycat to other people's individualism like the sad love child of a sheep and a lemming.

Hence following said tragic style, I have recently decided to start this blog of my own and force myself to write. Inspired in part by two of my favourite people I've never met - thank you babyporridge, and hayleyghoover. You both give me giggles that feel like warm hugs. Hopefully something I have to say can give the same to someone else and thereby negate the outcome of hours online as wasteful.

With any luck, I'll also stumble upon some individualism of my own; and learn to shorten my sentences along the way.

Thanks for reading,

Dan.