Well what a hilarious 3 days it's been.
Was unexpectedly on 60 Minutes then I made a debut appearance on ACA. I'm all class. I'm just glad it wasn't for being a conman. People at work have been telling me they saw me on tv, and to tell you the truth I am bloody loving the attention! LOL. When they interviewed me on Sunday I prayed that they wouldn't use it, and even considered asking them not to. Then this morning my boss comes out and says he saw me on ACA last night and I'm like OH NO. I spent all day shitting myself wondering which part they used eg the part when they asked me if the debate will affect the election and I said "well I think people will be doing their reading before then" coz I really fucking did not have an opinion on anything. Anyway it's on the ACA website so I got to look at it when I got home from work and well hey it's not that bad.
Fi also interviewed me for an article she's writing for Election Tracker and that was exciting too, she was asking quite serious questions and I saw the real journalist side of her for the first time. HIGH FIVE!
Work was good today, I managed to get the new brochure launch email out which took hours of editing by all the powers that be. And because it was a new email program we're using, the ecommerce chick in marketing had to do it, and she was getting frickin annoyed at all the changes we were making. So that sucked having to go tell her to change things over and over again. Then she disappeared to a meeting for about two hours and I sat there waiting for her to come back. Then she got back, but she was eating her lunch. I watched and waited till she ate her lunch (mind you this is all because my supervisor told me to GET THE EMAIL OUT NOW!) then pulled up a chair and sat with her at her desk and told her everything that needed to be changed. The chick who sits opposite her was chuckling behind her monitor because she knew how annoyed the other chick was and how uncomfortable I felt annoying her even further. Anyway it finally got sent out, and my supervisor said well done, I did a good job. Dude, that's what I live for. Within five minutes of sending out the email to our priority agents, the phone lines went crazy.
I also sent out a press release to journos and trade publications and we got a hit, our new Japan brochure cover is going to be in TravelTalk. (I think that's a magazine). Press releases are interesting, because you have to send an email out to each individual journo personalising it with their name and that takes a while.
As for the promotion, the chick that was going to take the job temporarily until the end of Feb (good timing for me - I would have been able to slot right in after I got back from China) isn't taking the job anymore, so they are now advertising the position and asking everyone to register their interest. So no, no special offers. But I'm going to let them know I'm interested anyway. You gotta be in it to win it. At first I was thinking Oh fuck, why haven't they offered it to me? And got all paranoid that they didn't like me, but then I got that positive feedback from my supervisor and thought nah man it ain't personal. The thing is, they actually need someone to do my job, and if I moved into that job, they would have to not only train me all over again, but also train the person taking my job, AND who would only be doing the job for two months more anyway. Ah well. See this is what happens when you get carried away with things you've only heard through the grape vine.  ¶ 19:03 0 Comments

  Ok word on the street. During my review on Monday last week, my boss tells me there may be some opportunities coming up in the marketing department. I feel optimistic, but don't get too carried away with the idea. I suspect someone is leaving, probably the girl who doesn't seem to like her job much.
Today my suspicions were confirmed. I went on a trip to the vending machine with her, and she told me she resigned on Friday. (Which means my boss already had an idea she was going to resign.) She also told me - word on the street - that they were thinking of offering me the job. Now, I'm trying not to get carried away, but all I can seem to think about is the day I ring everyone up and tell them I got a promotion. Coz that's what it would be! The Big P. And possible the Big P R. A combo of the two would be fantastic.
Over and out!  ¶ 22:12 0 Comments

  The hot day snapped like an uptight flatmate with PMS into a cold and windy challenge to the senses. It had been an intense preview to summer in early spring, but the weather itself was moody and punished Sydney-siders with a wintry Saturday afternoon.
As my companion bent over the pool-table at the Coopers pub to take a shot, an old man with a white beard stopped behind her and air-slapped her behind with the kind of filthy grin on his face that you would only expect from your genuine run-of-the-mill Dirty Old Man. It pains me that using that word, often used in jest, no longer sufficiently describes what we encountered there at the pub.
I looked around. Ahead of me at the bar, was a man in his 60s sitting alone with a beer watching the sports on the big TV screen. To the back left, more men in their 60s were seated around round tables looking up to watch the TAB TV screen. I then came to the firm conclusion that it was us who did not belong there. How do you complain to the manager about one of his regular customers harassing your friend? You don't. You leave, and never go back there again.
It was Newtown. A suburb of young socialist feminist anarchist politically correct students and you feel hurt that you trusted such a population mix not to let you down in such a way. The newspaper said Newtown was a place for people from all walks of life. It was my mistake believing it was a student festival every day of the year. To my list of students, yuppies, lesbians and goths, I added the men in their 60s who inhabit Coopers and who I could only reluctantly describe as dirty old men. Breaking laws they perhaps were unaware existed, or perhaps didn't care to acknowledge, the bitterness of 40 years of women's rejection of them speaking through their behaviour towards the opposite sex right up until the last couple of decades before their death, when hope had already been dead for years.  ¶ 08:14 0 Comments