After being unemployed for 15 months, sending out countless numbers of job applications, and (surprisingly) having four interviews in the last month... I have FINALLY managed to get a job! I'll be working as a casual Accessioning Assistant at Peter Pal Library Supplier!
The best part is that it's a job in my chosen field, utilising my Library Technician qualifications again after all these years! I'm really excited to get back into it.
There are a few minor downsides, though.
The big one is that they are based at Shailer Park, which means having to drive around 90 km a day (round trip), at a cost of just under $45 per week in Gateway tolls. Then again, I would probably have driven as far as the Gold Coast for this job. I only started today and Steve is already grumbling about all the extra mileage that's going to be put on the car. It takes around 45 minutes to get there in normal peak hour traffic and a bit longer coming home, thanks to crappy traffic around the Nudgee area where the old and new Gateway arterials merge. Oh yeah, and the next two years worth of roadworks from Boondall to Deagon. *eye roll* It might even be time to invest in -gasp!- an automatic car. Did I just say that??? When I got the train into work in the city, it took 42 minutes, not including the time it took to drive to the station or the time it took to walk down the street from Central. At least this time I'm in my own car, with my own music, my aircon, and no sweaty weirdos can sit next to me and try to engage me in conversation. Winning!
The only other thing is that it's 5 days per week. I'll be working 8.30-2.30 Mon-Fri. I would have preferred longer hours over fewer days, but that can't be helped. At least I will be home early enough to still get to the bank and post office in the afternoons if I need to, and Cheyenne won't be home by herself for too long after she gets home from school.
Starting this week has put a bit of a spanner in the works for her school holidays, though. There won't be any spontaneous trips to the beach or anything that requires vehicular transport, but she has a bike and at least she can still catch up with friends or veg out around the house watching YouTube and Catch-up TV - what more could a teenage girl ask for?
On the whole, my hours will work out very well once school goes back, and I pretty much avoid the worst of the afternoon peak hour traffic, so the pros definitely outweigh the cons.
On another note, I've been waiting all this last term to finally be able to get a sleep-in in the mornings. Now I have to wait just a little bit longer, until the week between Christmas and New Year.
Oh well, bring on the first paycheck! Ka-Ching!
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
School's Out!
The first year of high school is finally over and six whole weeks of holidays beckons.
After getting a good report card, Cheyenne celebrated by hosting a sleepover with three friends last night. Due to our current limited space due to the larger van taking up extra space in the garage, there wasn't really room in the rumpus, so they slept in a tent in the backyard.
A previous attempt at a tent sleepover ended up in several girls frightened of night sounds in the backyard, and a last minute relocation indoors. This time they actually stayed in the tent.
A fourth friend came over today for a swim as she'd been unable to attend the sleepover. She changed schools last term, so they haven't caught up with her for a while.
It's good to see the girls enjoying their holidays.
After getting a good report card, Cheyenne celebrated by hosting a sleepover with three friends last night. Due to our current limited space due to the larger van taking up extra space in the garage, there wasn't really room in the rumpus, so they slept in a tent in the backyard.
A previous attempt at a tent sleepover ended up in several girls frightened of night sounds in the backyard, and a last minute relocation indoors. This time they actually stayed in the tent.
A fourth friend came over today for a swim as she'd been unable to attend the sleepover. She changed schools last term, so they haven't caught up with her for a while.
It's good to see the girls enjoying their holidays.
Thursday, August 25, 2016
Swanning Around (aka Resistance Is Futile)
Let me just start by saying that we already have a perfectly good soft floor camper trailer. It's not new by any means, but it's still in great condition and does the job well. It's also compact and fits nicely in the garage under our house, behind our second roller door. We've had some great camping trips in it over the years.
For a while now, Steve has been wanting to get rid of our camper and buy another wind-up camper van. I say "another", because we've previously owned two of the same sort - where you put up the roof and pull the beds out at each end. We've owned one which was wind-up and the other had a stupid hinged arm setup for lifting the roof. The less said about that one, the better, although it did make it to Uluru and back in one piece, which is about the nicest thing I have to say about it.
Now, when you question him, Steve has tried to give rational reasons for wanting to replace our camper with one of these. It takes too long to set up, Cheyenne doesn't have a built-in bed of her own, blah, blah, blah. His real reason (which he won't admit to) is that everyone else - all of his brothers, his parents and most of our friends - have either wind-ups or full caravans, and he's been feeling left out. That, and we've owned the current one nearly five years and he's reached his boredom threshold.
Here's the thing: they go to caravan parks! We don't. We usually go bush or beach camping, on unpowered sites, so there's really not much point having a caravan.
There's also the fact that we don't really have room to store a van. And, we already have a perfectly good camper trailer. And, a wind-up isn't exactly a top priority in our budget when there are a million and one things that should be fixed around the house. And, I could go on. In fact, I have been holding out against this idea for a long time now. Steve needed reinforcements, so he convinced Cheyenne she'd be better off with a proper bed rather than a stretcher, and the pair of them ganged up on me. Two against one. He has not-so-subtly been leaving Gumtree ads open on the PC so I will see the photos and I've been getting "Don't let it get away" reminder emails from eBay about the ones he's looked at there.
Resistance is futile, though. Regardless of all the reasons why this isn't really a good idea, he wants, so ultimately, he gets. In the end, I gave up fighting. It's not worth the effort. As with his cars, and boats, change is inevitable.
Last weekend we picked up our "new" camper. It's a 1998 Jayco Swan.
The plan was to bring it home and set it up in the backyard to give it a good clean out. This would require a bit of "trailer shuffling" (take boat trailer out, put Jayco Swan in, put boat trailer back in), but luckily we have two vehicles with towballs.
Here's where accurate measurements would have come in handy! It's all very well to say it's 2100mm wide, but you also need to remember to include the clearance lights, roof clips, handles, and anything else that sticks out. Especially when you have less than 2400mm clearance between the house and the side fence!
To say that it was a mission to reverse it up the slope of our yard and under the carport without hitting anything would be an understatement. It's a mission of epic proportions. Think "search for the Holy Grail" epic. It is a very tight squeeze, with only a few centimetres on either side between the Swan and the house and fence. I wouldn't even dream of attempting it, but luckily Steve is extremely good at reversing. As it was, after we'd unhitched it from the car (because the car is too wide to fit up the side of the house) and were pushing it back by hand, we managed to break the plastic cover on one of the clearance lights by hitting it on a carport post.
"It's ok," he says, "the garage door is wider, so when we put it under the house it'll be a lot easier." "Are you sure you won't hit the steel shelving inside the garage?" I ask. "No, it's all good, I'll just have to move the cupboard back a bit behind it because it's a bit longer than the old camper."
We gave it a good scrub, inside and out, including the canvas, and transferred all of our cutlery, crockery, pots and pans, and cooking utensils from the old camper. A few minor repairs to the door lock and step and a bit of paint on the drawbar and chassis rails, and she was ready to go under the house (so we can leave it opened up while packing for a weekend away this coming weekend).
Cue the trailer shuffling, only this time, add the old camper trailer to the mix. Oh, and the old camper has a completely different type of towing hitch that doesn't use a towball, just to add to the "fun". Boat trailer out, Swan out, boat trailer back up the side of the house, change towing hitch, old camper out from the garage under the house and put up the side of the house in front of the boat trailer (so it's easy to get at when potential buyers come to look at it after we advertise it next week), Swan into garage under the house. Phew!
All this, we did last night after Steve got home from work. The drama we had getting it up the side of the house in the first place? Imagine that at night (with only a single fluoro light to see the minimal clearance available). In the rain. With a sloped yard, full of wet grass.
But wait, there's more...
I'll say it again. Accurate measurement is key. Measure twice, cut once, as they say. Did I not suggest the steel shelving along the wall of the garage was going to be in the way? Were my concerns not ignored? (see previous conversation mentioned several paragraphs above)
Was I not, in fact, correct? You're damn right I was.
Much swearing from Steve when he realised his error. Lots of eye rolling and "I did tell you, but nobody ever listens to me" from me.
After some creative angling and decisions to cut and re-weld not one but two entire shelving units at some point in the near future (because the Swan is longer than he'd thought, as well as wider), it's in the garage. I may now be down 4 washing lines (the Swan is also a lot higher than the old camper) and can no longer see the screen on our solar inverter (to keep an eye on it to check it's functioning correctly), but it's in and we can close our roller door.
If our mate Jason hadn't come over to help us, I'm positive Steve and I wouldn't be talking to each other right now.
For a while now, Steve has been wanting to get rid of our camper and buy another wind-up camper van. I say "another", because we've previously owned two of the same sort - where you put up the roof and pull the beds out at each end. We've owned one which was wind-up and the other had a stupid hinged arm setup for lifting the roof. The less said about that one, the better, although it did make it to Uluru and back in one piece, which is about the nicest thing I have to say about it.
Now, when you question him, Steve has tried to give rational reasons for wanting to replace our camper with one of these. It takes too long to set up, Cheyenne doesn't have a built-in bed of her own, blah, blah, blah. His real reason (which he won't admit to) is that everyone else - all of his brothers, his parents and most of our friends - have either wind-ups or full caravans, and he's been feeling left out. That, and we've owned the current one nearly five years and he's reached his boredom threshold.
Here's the thing: they go to caravan parks! We don't. We usually go bush or beach camping, on unpowered sites, so there's really not much point having a caravan.
There's also the fact that we don't really have room to store a van. And, we already have a perfectly good camper trailer. And, a wind-up isn't exactly a top priority in our budget when there are a million and one things that should be fixed around the house. And, I could go on. In fact, I have been holding out against this idea for a long time now. Steve needed reinforcements, so he convinced Cheyenne she'd be better off with a proper bed rather than a stretcher, and the pair of them ganged up on me. Two against one. He has not-so-subtly been leaving Gumtree ads open on the PC so I will see the photos and I've been getting "Don't let it get away" reminder emails from eBay about the ones he's looked at there.
Resistance is futile, though. Regardless of all the reasons why this isn't really a good idea, he wants, so ultimately, he gets. In the end, I gave up fighting. It's not worth the effort. As with his cars, and boats, change is inevitable.
Last weekend we picked up our "new" camper. It's a 1998 Jayco Swan.
The plan was to bring it home and set it up in the backyard to give it a good clean out. This would require a bit of "trailer shuffling" (take boat trailer out, put Jayco Swan in, put boat trailer back in), but luckily we have two vehicles with towballs.
Here's where accurate measurements would have come in handy! It's all very well to say it's 2100mm wide, but you also need to remember to include the clearance lights, roof clips, handles, and anything else that sticks out. Especially when you have less than 2400mm clearance between the house and the side fence!
To say that it was a mission to reverse it up the slope of our yard and under the carport without hitting anything would be an understatement. It's a mission of epic proportions. Think "search for the Holy Grail" epic. It is a very tight squeeze, with only a few centimetres on either side between the Swan and the house and fence. I wouldn't even dream of attempting it, but luckily Steve is extremely good at reversing. As it was, after we'd unhitched it from the car (because the car is too wide to fit up the side of the house) and were pushing it back by hand, we managed to break the plastic cover on one of the clearance lights by hitting it on a carport post.
"It's ok," he says, "the garage door is wider, so when we put it under the house it'll be a lot easier." "Are you sure you won't hit the steel shelving inside the garage?" I ask. "No, it's all good, I'll just have to move the cupboard back a bit behind it because it's a bit longer than the old camper."
We gave it a good scrub, inside and out, including the canvas, and transferred all of our cutlery, crockery, pots and pans, and cooking utensils from the old camper. A few minor repairs to the door lock and step and a bit of paint on the drawbar and chassis rails, and she was ready to go under the house (so we can leave it opened up while packing for a weekend away this coming weekend).
Cue the trailer shuffling, only this time, add the old camper trailer to the mix. Oh, and the old camper has a completely different type of towing hitch that doesn't use a towball, just to add to the "fun". Boat trailer out, Swan out, boat trailer back up the side of the house, change towing hitch, old camper out from the garage under the house and put up the side of the house in front of the boat trailer (so it's easy to get at when potential buyers come to look at it after we advertise it next week), Swan into garage under the house. Phew!
All this, we did last night after Steve got home from work. The drama we had getting it up the side of the house in the first place? Imagine that at night (with only a single fluoro light to see the minimal clearance available). In the rain. With a sloped yard, full of wet grass.
But wait, there's more...
I'll say it again. Accurate measurement is key. Measure twice, cut once, as they say. Did I not suggest the steel shelving along the wall of the garage was going to be in the way? Were my concerns not ignored? (see previous conversation mentioned several paragraphs above)
Was I not, in fact, correct? You're damn right I was.
Much swearing from Steve when he realised his error. Lots of eye rolling and "I did tell you, but nobody ever listens to me" from me.
After some creative angling and decisions to cut and re-weld not one but two entire shelving units at some point in the near future (because the Swan is longer than he'd thought, as well as wider), it's in the garage. I may now be down 4 washing lines (the Swan is also a lot higher than the old camper) and can no longer see the screen on our solar inverter (to keep an eye on it to check it's functioning correctly), but it's in and we can close our roller door.
If our mate Jason hadn't come over to help us, I'm positive Steve and I wouldn't be talking to each other right now.
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
A Whole New World
It's been a while between posts. No surprise there.
Things have changed though. (Well, not on the job front. I'm still searching, but that's another story.)
I'm now the mother of a High School Student ! Yes, it's true. I'm getting old.
High School. I've had a whole term now to let that sink in.
Cheyenne seems to have adjusted well to the new routines and to reading timetables (both school and bus). She's joined the choir (she still loves singing even though she's given up on playing the flute), tried a new sport (beach volleyball), and she brought home a much improved report card at the end of term. She even got an A for Japanese, which is one of her favourite subjects.
She has some of her old primary school friends at school with her and she has made a few new ones.
The only blip on the horizon is a certain girl from primary school - who shall hereafter be referred to as X - a toxic little Narcissist who, for the last three years, used to be one of her "besties", although I use that term loosely. Her particular brand of friendship includes emotional blackmail, manipulation, hot/cold mood swings, "boyfriend" (another loosely-termed label) stealing and just plain bitchiness. The original Mean Girls have nothing on X.
That girl needs a good slap. Across the face. With a Besser block !
The problem is Cheyenne is too kind-hearted and kept giving X chance after chance to redeem herself as a good friend. Yet every week or so it would blow up in her face again.
For the past year, I have been consoling Cheyenne with the idea that when she started high school she'd have the chance to make a whole new lot of friends from other primary schools and never have to deal with X again (unless they were in the same subject classes). The year started out well. The grade 7s had their camp in the fourth week so they could get to know each other. Cheyenne made a few new friends and things were going great until X broke up with her latest boyfriend and started running him down on the group chat they have on iMessage. Cheyenne had the - gasp - audacity to stick up for this boy (since he was one of her new friends) by telling X that she shouldn't be so nasty about him. X decided this was the ultimate act of betrayal - "I thought you were supposed to be my friend!" - and has doled out her usual revenge. She has systematically turned most of the new friends Cheyenne had made, against her. X has manipulated them all with rumours and/or her fake charm. Even the nice girl who invited Cheyenne to her birthday sleepover now looks through her as if she doesn't exist.
The sad fact is that none of the new friends know X well enough to know who/what she really is, so they've been sucked in to her web, and by the time they finally realise the truth, it'll probably be too late for Cheyenne. She's nothing if not resilient, though. At least she does still have a few loyal friends from primary school who have stuck with her (because they know the truth), and she has overheard some girls in one of her classes complaining about how rude X is, so it seems there ARE still some people out there who don't think the sun shines out of X's arse. Maybe Cheyenne can become friends with them too.
In the meantime, Karma had better hurry up!
Things have changed though. (Well, not on the job front. I'm still searching, but that's another story.)
I'm now the mother of a High School Student ! Yes, it's true. I'm getting old.
High School. I've had a whole term now to let that sink in.
Cheyenne seems to have adjusted well to the new routines and to reading timetables (both school and bus). She's joined the choir (she still loves singing even though she's given up on playing the flute), tried a new sport (beach volleyball), and she brought home a much improved report card at the end of term. She even got an A for Japanese, which is one of her favourite subjects.
She has some of her old primary school friends at school with her and she has made a few new ones.
The only blip on the horizon is a certain girl from primary school - who shall hereafter be referred to as X - a toxic little Narcissist who, for the last three years, used to be one of her "besties", although I use that term loosely. Her particular brand of friendship includes emotional blackmail, manipulation, hot/cold mood swings, "boyfriend" (another loosely-termed label) stealing and just plain bitchiness. The original Mean Girls have nothing on X.
That girl needs a good slap. Across the face. With a Besser block !
The problem is Cheyenne is too kind-hearted and kept giving X chance after chance to redeem herself as a good friend. Yet every week or so it would blow up in her face again.
For the past year, I have been consoling Cheyenne with the idea that when she started high school she'd have the chance to make a whole new lot of friends from other primary schools and never have to deal with X again (unless they were in the same subject classes). The year started out well. The grade 7s had their camp in the fourth week so they could get to know each other. Cheyenne made a few new friends and things were going great until X broke up with her latest boyfriend and started running him down on the group chat they have on iMessage. Cheyenne had the - gasp - audacity to stick up for this boy (since he was one of her new friends) by telling X that she shouldn't be so nasty about him. X decided this was the ultimate act of betrayal - "I thought you were supposed to be my friend!" - and has doled out her usual revenge. She has systematically turned most of the new friends Cheyenne had made, against her. X has manipulated them all with rumours and/or her fake charm. Even the nice girl who invited Cheyenne to her birthday sleepover now looks through her as if she doesn't exist.
The sad fact is that none of the new friends know X well enough to know who/what she really is, so they've been sucked in to her web, and by the time they finally realise the truth, it'll probably be too late for Cheyenne. She's nothing if not resilient, though. At least she does still have a few loyal friends from primary school who have stuck with her (because they know the truth), and she has overheard some girls in one of her classes complaining about how rude X is, so it seems there ARE still some people out there who don't think the sun shines out of X's arse. Maybe Cheyenne can become friends with them too.
In the meantime, Karma had better hurry up!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
