My blog related guilt hurts

I have blog guilt. It might be like Catholic guilt but I can't be sure as I'm not Catholic.

It came about because I have two blogs that I love very much and I have neglected terribly because I have been doing other things like starting a new job and frolicking around Byran Bay in the Easter break.

I have not really thought about decent things to post on these blogs, nor committed much time to their general upkeep. In fact it is purely guilt that prompted me to post right now, as I am quite tipsy from too much wine at dinner, and ever so ready to fall asleep.

And the thing about guilt is that it breeds resentment, and I don't want to not love my blogs. But on the other hand if I don't post anything then they will cease to exist. What to do?

Also why do random Asian porn sites spam my blog? Where did they find me? I'm usually into Eastern European porn.

On a completely different note, I found out today that my work has something called the beer bell. When the boss decides to ring the beer bell everyone has to stop working for the day and retire to the pub for free drinks. Boo yeah. Hello 4pm finish on a Friday.

My I told you so Hurts

Remember a couple of months ago I said that the pineapple would be this season's owl?

Well look what I found when perusing Top Shop's website.

PINEAPPLES EVERYWHERE

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My ridiculousness hurts

Is this not the best/worst thing you've ever seen? You can see his thought process....'quick my outfit isn't indie enough...SOMEBODY GET ME A DEER HEAD'

My throat, feet, legs, head, brain hurts

It's time for a whinge. A big fat juicy whinge. Thank you blog.

Apparently I forgot how fucking tiring full time retail is. On my feet for 10 hours a day (8am-6pm) in overly flat shoes means my feet are on fire by about 11am. Then at 12ish I have an hour break and nothing to do except buy a tiny dry wrap from Muffin Break and a coffee which somehow costs me $12.50 even with a centre discount. Shopping Centre food courts must be run by the Mafia. North Lakes is obviously considered a low priority (understandably) for chain stores meaning their stock is boring and shit and I go in to Myer/Witchery/Cotton On every day and there hasn't been any new stock all week.

I haven't blinked the whole time I've been writing this, nor have I read anything back I've written. I drove home like this, more zombie/machine than human. Safety first.

It's not even that bad usually but today I finally started to develop the sore throat/blocked sinus combo that has been visting my boyfriend and several of my close friends. It sucks and I now feel bad for having inwardly rolled my eyes at their pain.

But I am so glad to have nights back and I like feeling like a real member of the working society. Plus nights free means I can have random funtimes like last night. It started with Vietnamese food, by passed hilariously bad student theatre, took a brief respite at a bar for some light karaoke before settling at the Pankcake Manor for some late night treats.

WHAT AN ADVENTURE!

This weekend looks like shopping, an Alice in Wonderland Party at West End, Jonathon Boulet and mucking around with the sampler. And maybe, just maybe getting my feet back into some kind of suitable working order.

My everything is different now hurts

It feels like all I've done since my last blog is shop. And in some ways this is true. My closet is certainly full of more trashy items of clothing that will probably be out of fashion before Autumn roles around than usual. I am at Chermside so much I'm fairly sure the Bubble Tea lady thinks I still work there.

Actually though lots has changed since my last post. I can't remember if I mentioned it, but a few weeks ago I went for a job interview for a Trainee Buyer position at a big chain of Surf/Street stores. After not hearing from them for a week and a bit I gave up all hope and was considering drunk dialing their Head Office in an alcohol-induced rage to let them no exactly what they were missing out on. Thankfully before this plan came to fruition, I got a call from them. A second interview. Hurrah. It went really well and by that afternoon I was officially offered the job.

I know this is blog is supposed to be whingey and pessimistic, I know that's where it's charm (if it has any) lies. But allow me this one time to say - I AM REALLY REALLY EXCITED! Fashion is such a tough industry to get into and this is a perfect opportunity - big company, lots of room to grom, decent pay. I'm so freakin fortunate...must not stuff up.

The bad side is I have to spend a whole month in stores to learn the product and the customer. I understand why they are doing this, it makes a whole lot of sense...but a month of retail in a shopping centre an age away from my home is causing me a bit of dread.

But still...y.a.y.

In other news, I have somehow turned a function of my watch on that makes it beep every hour. This is beyond irritating and I have no clue how to turn it off.

In other other news, I bought a wooden deer head to hang on my wall!!! It is currently sitting on my bed in pieces, but I will post a photo as soon as it comes to life.

5pm...my watch just beeped. Kill me.

My work no more Hurts

So this week is my last week producing the Evening program at work. Already I've had calls from my regulars saying how much they'll miss me. Bless. I've also had calls from people telling me that I'm bossy and horrible and they hate me, so it all comes out in the wash I guess. Boy I'll tell you what though, I cannot wait to get nights back. I am such a night person, so much more friendly and sociable during the night. Days are for working. Nights are for not working. During the day I am a cranky bitch.

On a completely different note, I have painted my finger nails bright yellow and it's quite mesmorising watching me type right now. I keep getting distracted by their yellow-ness.

Back on topic - I am going from working nights to working weekends, which I'm not exactly looking forward to, but it's good money and it's only for 3 weeks so I can man up and deal.

Speaking of manning up, I am about to go for a waxing appointment *shudder* wish me luck.

My fashion hurts

So as you may or may not know I love fashion. I especially love street fashion. Which means I also love LookBook.nu which is a site where beautiful people (you have to submit a photo and be chosen by creators in order to get a profile) post pictures of themselves looking beautiful.

Now I really do love this site, even if most of the photos are of aspiring models lounging around their bedrooms in underwear and an oversized shirt. There are a lot of cool people on it, some real style.

And then there is this and you realise that people are idiots

 

HOW LONG MUST THAT HAVE TAKEN HIM! 

That's why he looks so sulky, because he realises he spent the last 3 hours gluing newspaper to his wall and himself and now he's going to have to pull it off and he will have newspaper ink everywhere. Insanity

My Friday Five Hurts

Working in radio has born in me a need to segment things. And alliterate everything...is alliterate a word?

So here is the (Friday) Five things that made Maddy Sad this week...in no particular order

1. My on-going battle with the web guy at work who refuses to respond to my emails or acknowledge the fact I work in the same place as him and that he has a fucking job to do that he is NOT DOING.
2. A really painful pimple on my chin. So much pressure. So ouchie. So gross. Be gone skin volcano.
3. The Road. Great movie - will never see it again in my life. Don't like having to come to terms with my own mortality.
4. Sitting in the city for 1.5 hours by myself waiting for fashionable people to walk past so I can photo them but no luck. Not one interesting person!
5. The fact that Matt started a day job which, coupled with me working nights, means our contact time has significantly decreased.

But look it's not all bad.

Here are Five things that made Maddy Glad this week

1. The electro tunings of Seekae and Norsaj Thing
2. Going to Movie World with Matt and Rachel mid-week. Running to the Scooby Coaster after the (lame as shit) stunt show so we didn't have to wait in line for our second ride. The backwards bit in the Scooby Coaster. Raddness.
3. My female housemate Sam having to explain to Centrelink that her and I are not lesbian life partners thanks to the new laws requiring same sex couples to report if they're living together
4. Gatsby's lovely blog whoring of this here space
5. Purple Vitamin Water

Have a good weekend mmk

My doppelganger hurt

How fun is doppelganger week on facebook? Yes it's kind of silly, but boy has it provided me with minutes of enjoyment. It's so interesting to see who people think they look like. Apparently lots of people think they look like Drew Barrymore. It's like all my facebook friends got really good looking this week. My news feed is full of glamour shots and Hollywood posing. And let's not lie, it's so fun to see those people put Natalie Portman/Scarlette Johanssen/Delta Goodrem as their doppelganger. DREAM BIG GUYS

I have been participating big time, even going so far as to post on people's walls suggested doppelgangers (Harry Connick Jnr for an ex-boyfriend, Taylor Swift for Clare). I've noticed some people have even changed their doppelganger's midweek, which is an extra layer of fun. Looking like more than one famous person, they should be so lucky! Bonus points for people who have a member of the opposite sex (who actually looks like them) as their doppelganger. It shows they've looked at bone structure rather than this-person-has-brown-hair-and-big-boobs-and-so-do-I-therefore-she-looks-like-me.

I strongly believe however that this fad would not have been such a success had the word doppelganger not been so fun to say/type. Great word. Great week. Go Facebook.

My body temperature hurts/is hot

IT IS VERY VERY HOT.

My soul is melting and everything is damp and/or firey. My car lacks both air conditioning and power steering so when I have to drive in the morning, it burns my finger prints off. I am now the perfect criminal. I have left a driving kaftan in car that I use to put over the wheel to save my dainty hand. What is the difference between a driving kaftan and a regular kaftan? Good question mmm.

I have tomorrow off for Laneway. GOOD NEWS. Wild Beats + The xx = better than most things.

The week has been blessedly short. On Saturday night I went to Clubhouse where I told the lead singer of Hungary Kids of Hungary that his band was "a cross between Arctic Monkeys and the Wiggles" and he dropped a glass of beer on my foot.  These two incidents were not related.

Have been enjoying the menstrual jokes surrounding Ipad. Periods are comic gold.

Right now my tummy hurts because I bought a tortillia stack that had been sitting in it's own filth/sauce for 8 hours. Terrible choice Maddy.

My Professional Awkwardness Hurts

So I'm in this really awkward stage at work. See I work the night shift (8pm-12am) so I don't see a lot of the daytime radio dwellers, which is fine because it's kind of fun to run around the corridors by myself. But the thing is I've been there pretty much full time since late October, so I really should know the name of at least some of my co-workers. I don't.

I know most of them by email only and there are so many men in their late 30s/early 40s that they all look the same. It's getting extremely awkward because I've moved office so I'm closer to other people, who keep walking past my office on their way home and saying "See ya Maddy" to which I say in my super bright and bubbly way "SEE YA *mumble mumble." I somehow figure that if I say the 'see ya' part really loud, they will be so taken aback they won't realise I have no frickin idea what their name is so have just mashed up a mixture of Pete/Andy/Michael.

Then today myself and my presenter (whose name I do know, thankfully) were talking to a guy for a good 10 minutes and after he left I asked presenter-man "who was that?" Turns out it was a techie I have been in weekly email contact with for the last 2 months.

A couple of minutes later and one of the Pete/Andy/Michaels who always says hi to me comes in and starts chatting away. Presenter-man does the right thing and says "Have you two been properly introduced?" and Pete/Andy/Michael says "Oh yeah, Maddy and I go way back." Oh no. So I laugh lamely and say "YEAH YEAH totally..." trying to compensate lack of name recognition with loudness.

But now I am in a bind because I have absolutely no idea who this guy is. I don't even know what his job is. I can't ask presenter man, I can't re-introduce myself. I am forever stuck in name-limbo with Pete/Andy/Michael. Bad news.

My Pineapple Hurts (update)

Pineapple Update - bought a dress from Retro Metro that has pineapple's on it. At least I think they're pineapples...they may be pumpkins. Looks a bit heinous but is cool on. Regard

pineapple or pumpkin?

My bleeding leg hurts

Ah. It's been awhile since I've done some honest-to-god whinging. But since it was the original purpose for this blog, I figure I should get on that.

Why is that no matter how careful I am when shaving my legs in the shower I always cut myself and it's always in the same place - right in the bony part of the shin just below the knee.

It's not like it hurts that much but holy crap it bleeds for hours! And it's so deceptive because when you're in the shower the blood is washed away so you don't know how bad it is. What a nasty surprise when you get out and have a pool of blood gathering at your ankle. So much blood for such a tiny hole in my leg. I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

So I hold a tissue to it for ages and have a peak every now and then to see how the clotting process is going. I take the tissue away because it seems like it might be all good. A few minutes later I look down and the trickle has started again. So I have to walk around with a square of scabby bloody tissue stuck to my leg and that is COMPLETELY JAMMY and UNCOOL.

Anyone else have this problem or am I just a massive tardie?

PS. I was going to post a photo of said scabby tissue on leg, but realised that would be totally unnecessary and kinda gross, so count yourselves lucky.

My Pineapples are the New Owls Hurts

Here is a prediction for 2010...

Pineapples

are the new owls.

I'm so ok with that. Long live pineapples. If anyone sees any pineapple related paraphernalia, let me know.

My shop shop shop hurts

Meet my new limb.