Wednesday, February 22, 2006
I Wrote Words For You All To Look At!
Hey, kids. Since I've taken the time to find the code for an older blog layout that (hopefully) people have fonts for on their PCs, I had also decided that I might as well write something to put on here as well. I'm going to write a big stream of words about what's been going on since I last updated.
Catherine and I have moved in together. Now, the only reason I'm writing that here is to make the stream of words appear much larger than it has any right to be, since I think everybody knows about the new place. We are still making do with milk-crates as an alternative to actual furniture, however, since neither of us had much from the respective houses we came from. They serve as a great replacement for a multitude of furniture items, such as:
- Chairs!
- Coffee tables!
- Things to prop bass amps on!
- Microwaves!
- Etcetera!
Craig did discover that we have an invisible couch during the course of our housewarming, but I can't seem to find it, so we're using milk crates in it's place until we can find it again.
The place is within walking distance of many things, like Broadway, a cinema, a bus stop, and The City, which is rather convenient. This may not seem like a big deal to many of you, but bear in mind, I just moved from Greenacre. Oddly enough, since being here, I haven't actually gone into the city at all...
I've just come back from a week in Port Macquarie as well. Work sent me up there, paid for accommodation, and set some of the phone people on the population. Catherine came with, so it seemed like a holiday. At least, until I had to go to people's houses and convince them to sign things. Sadly, she had to go back to Sydney on Wednesday...
Encountered a rather strange lady while I was up there, too. Normally when a customer answers the door, they say something, and after a second, open the screen to either sign stuff (the expected course of action), or at least talk to me. I call her strange, in part, because for some reason, she didn't do any of that. She just looked at me. Screen door closed. So I thought I must have the wrong house or something.
"Hi, I'm here from Telstra. I just need to get a few signatures and I'll leave you with your copies"...
She didn't say anything. I assumed it couldn't be the person who was spoken to on the phone, and that she possibly couldn't speak English (hence the total silence), so I asked for the customer by name.
"That's me"
"Ah, glad I've got you, then! *pause* You DID speak to one of our operators on the phone?"
Then she finally started talking.
"Yes, but she didn't say I'd be signing a contract. Now she seemed alright on the phone, she sounded like she knew what she was talking about, but I don't know now...she SAID that there'd just be information, and that they were sending out a courier."
Now, that threw me. My knee-jerk response was to tell her
"Yeah, look, you got me. I'm actually the Telstra Chef, but our courier's off sick today, so I'm filling in. But on the plus side, I can whip up a mean pasta bake while you sign!" But I didn't want to push it. She seemed to be a little irrational, so I just took my ID badge from around my neck and shoved it against her still-closed screen and said
"Yes, and here I am."
"You don't LOOK like a courier!"
And you don't LOOK like someone I want to be talking to. Again, that little doodad that keeps signals that originate in my brain from exiting my mouth kicked in, so I just gave her a look and said
"Well, I appear to be doing a courier's job. I'm employed as a courier."
"Where's your vehicle?" She craned her neck to look over me, but my car was down the street, out of view, and she still hadn't opened her screen. I was starting to understand why. I get the feeling she was aware of how difficult she was being.
"It's down the road. Don't worry, they don't have us walking around, not in this heat." By this stage, I didn't really care about holding much back, since she certainly wasn't going to sign anyway.
She must have decided that arguing about what I do for a living wasn't a productive area of discussion, so she changed the subject
"Well, anyway, that doesn't matter, I never agreed to sign anything, so I'm -"
"LOVELY! See ya!" And I was walking away before I even finished the second syllable.
But overall, the trip up there was at least very productive. I made more commission in a week than I have ever done in Sydney. w00t.
Still looking for another job though. Need more time to record songs. And come up with some new ones. Yes, folks, Poweranimal lives on. When we find a drummer, and I get time to record things properly, all shall be well. Besides, the money at this job is really quite hopeless.
Catherine and I have moved in together. Now, the only reason I'm writing that here is to make the stream of words appear much larger than it has any right to be, since I think everybody knows about the new place. We are still making do with milk-crates as an alternative to actual furniture, however, since neither of us had much from the respective houses we came from. They serve as a great replacement for a multitude of furniture items, such as:
- Chairs!
- Coffee tables!
- Things to prop bass amps on!
- Microwaves!
- Etcetera!
Craig did discover that we have an invisible couch during the course of our housewarming, but I can't seem to find it, so we're using milk crates in it's place until we can find it again.
The place is within walking distance of many things, like Broadway, a cinema, a bus stop, and The City, which is rather convenient. This may not seem like a big deal to many of you, but bear in mind, I just moved from Greenacre. Oddly enough, since being here, I haven't actually gone into the city at all...
I've just come back from a week in Port Macquarie as well. Work sent me up there, paid for accommodation, and set some of the phone people on the population. Catherine came with, so it seemed like a holiday. At least, until I had to go to people's houses and convince them to sign things. Sadly, she had to go back to Sydney on Wednesday...
Encountered a rather strange lady while I was up there, too. Normally when a customer answers the door, they say something, and after a second, open the screen to either sign stuff (the expected course of action), or at least talk to me. I call her strange, in part, because for some reason, she didn't do any of that. She just looked at me. Screen door closed. So I thought I must have the wrong house or something.
"Hi, I'm here from Telstra. I just need to get a few signatures and I'll leave you with your copies"...
She didn't say anything. I assumed it couldn't be the person who was spoken to on the phone, and that she possibly couldn't speak English (hence the total silence), so I asked for the customer by name.
"That's me"
"Ah, glad I've got you, then! *pause* You DID speak to one of our operators on the phone?"
Then she finally started talking.
"Yes, but she didn't say I'd be signing a contract. Now she seemed alright on the phone, she sounded like she knew what she was talking about, but I don't know now...she SAID that there'd just be information, and that they were sending out a courier."
Now, that threw me. My knee-jerk response was to tell her
"Yeah, look, you got me. I'm actually the Telstra Chef, but our courier's off sick today, so I'm filling in. But on the plus side, I can whip up a mean pasta bake while you sign!" But I didn't want to push it. She seemed to be a little irrational, so I just took my ID badge from around my neck and shoved it against her still-closed screen and said
"Yes, and here I am."
"You don't LOOK like a courier!"
And you don't LOOK like someone I want to be talking to. Again, that little doodad that keeps signals that originate in my brain from exiting my mouth kicked in, so I just gave her a look and said
"Well, I appear to be doing a courier's job. I'm employed as a courier."
"Where's your vehicle?" She craned her neck to look over me, but my car was down the street, out of view, and she still hadn't opened her screen. I was starting to understand why. I get the feeling she was aware of how difficult she was being.
"It's down the road. Don't worry, they don't have us walking around, not in this heat." By this stage, I didn't really care about holding much back, since she certainly wasn't going to sign anyway.
She must have decided that arguing about what I do for a living wasn't a productive area of discussion, so she changed the subject
"Well, anyway, that doesn't matter, I never agreed to sign anything, so I'm -"
"LOVELY! See ya!" And I was walking away before I even finished the second syllable.
But overall, the trip up there was at least very productive. I made more commission in a week than I have ever done in Sydney. w00t.
Still looking for another job though. Need more time to record songs. And come up with some new ones. Yes, folks, Poweranimal lives on. When we find a drummer, and I get time to record things properly, all shall be well. Besides, the money at this job is really quite hopeless.
Hooray!
UPDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!!!
