Jibber Jabber. That's what I call the noise that goes on in my head.
While I was stuck behind a cow truck yesterday on the way to Forster (a cow truck that was leaking cow excrement all over the road - luckily it was raining) I got to thinking about how sometimes it's easier to learn things about yourself when you get them out of your head and look at them again later. So this blog is going to be for that. I'm just going to write whatever crap comes to mind in the hope that one day I'll have some grand epiphany and everything will make sense.
So, where should I start?
I will admit that I'm pretty nosy, but I try not to ask too many intrusive questions because I hate when people ask me questions I don't want to answer. Like yesterday, I had just finished doing the fortnightly Aldi shopping - which is a huge endeavour and usually results in an overflowing trolley and a couple hundred bucks being spent. Every single time, someone will say something like, "I wouldn't want to be paying your bill" or "you've got a big load".
Yesterday, as soon as I'd stepped away from the checkout to leave an old bat comes up and asks outright how much my order was. Is it just me, or is that a bit rude? I was annoyed by her question, not because I was embarrassed about how much I'd spent but just because she asked. I didn't want to tell her just on principle, so I just said "a lot." In fact, the order came to $202. I don't mind posting that here because no one asked. Perhaps I'm the one with the problem.
The other week I went on a job interview. I'm usually pretty good at interviews if I do say so myself but this one was stupid. It was for a little job, nothing flash, but the interview was conducted by a panel of six people and only one of the questions related to the actual job. The others were like "who is your hero?" "What has been your greatest life achievement so far?" "How do you deal with conflict?"
You can't prepare for questions like that. I didn't get the job, but after the interview I was glad because I could already see there were far 'too many cooks in the kitchen.' But what bugs me is the 'feedback' I got when I asked why - just out of curiosity. The answer was something along the lines of the fact that they didn't think I would be able to handle all the heavy lifting involved :|. So, whether or not my answers to their, what I considered to be, inappropriate questions were correct or not, it came down to the fact that (they think) I am just a weakling. Whatevs, ay.
So, I'm in my final year of uni and all things going well I should finish at the end of November. YAY! I have absolutely no idea what I will do after that except that I will move out of this town. To where? I dunno. But I seem to have gotten to the point of the degree wheree the subjects have started becoming repetitive. Honestly, I'm a bit over it.
Well, that's all for now, I have to get going and get some stuff done. *sigh*
While I was stuck behind a cow truck yesterday on the way to Forster (a cow truck that was leaking cow excrement all over the road - luckily it was raining) I got to thinking about how sometimes it's easier to learn things about yourself when you get them out of your head and look at them again later. So this blog is going to be for that. I'm just going to write whatever crap comes to mind in the hope that one day I'll have some grand epiphany and everything will make sense.
So, where should I start?
I will admit that I'm pretty nosy, but I try not to ask too many intrusive questions because I hate when people ask me questions I don't want to answer. Like yesterday, I had just finished doing the fortnightly Aldi shopping - which is a huge endeavour and usually results in an overflowing trolley and a couple hundred bucks being spent. Every single time, someone will say something like, "I wouldn't want to be paying your bill" or "you've got a big load".
Yesterday, as soon as I'd stepped away from the checkout to leave an old bat comes up and asks outright how much my order was. Is it just me, or is that a bit rude? I was annoyed by her question, not because I was embarrassed about how much I'd spent but just because she asked. I didn't want to tell her just on principle, so I just said "a lot." In fact, the order came to $202. I don't mind posting that here because no one asked. Perhaps I'm the one with the problem.
The other week I went on a job interview. I'm usually pretty good at interviews if I do say so myself but this one was stupid. It was for a little job, nothing flash, but the interview was conducted by a panel of six people and only one of the questions related to the actual job. The others were like "who is your hero?" "What has been your greatest life achievement so far?" "How do you deal with conflict?"
You can't prepare for questions like that. I didn't get the job, but after the interview I was glad because I could already see there were far 'too many cooks in the kitchen.' But what bugs me is the 'feedback' I got when I asked why - just out of curiosity. The answer was something along the lines of the fact that they didn't think I would be able to handle all the heavy lifting involved :|. So, whether or not my answers to their, what I considered to be, inappropriate questions were correct or not, it came down to the fact that (they think) I am just a weakling. Whatevs, ay.
So, I'm in my final year of uni and all things going well I should finish at the end of November. YAY! I have absolutely no idea what I will do after that except that I will move out of this town. To where? I dunno. But I seem to have gotten to the point of the degree wheree the subjects have started becoming repetitive. Honestly, I'm a bit over it.
Well, that's all for now, I have to get going and get some stuff done. *sigh*
