Diary of a Dilletante

Tomorrow I’ll be missing yet another Academy Awards ceremony. I just can’t muster up the ability to stay awake that late with no little of interest happening. I saw it described in some advertising as “the peak of the award season.” Season!? Are there so many fucking awards it needs an entire season to get them all done? It seems that all one needs is a big hall, some engraved plexiglass and the promise of the event being televised and we can add yet another ceremony to the award season.

And don’t even get me started on music awards. There must be about 400 of those fuckers.

A cadet has joined our team. She works a few days a week and goes to school for the rest and we get cheap labor while she gets to be mentored by people like me. She is a nice enough girl and attractive enough for an older man to idly speculate about. “What color are her eyes?” was the standard joke over staffies on Friday night.

That will have to end now since the incident. In heading to the kitchenette (and I haven’t seen a kitchen that was more ‘ette than this one) this afternoon to fuel myself for the last slog of the day when Miss Cadet comes out of the bathroom. She has her phone in her hand. She is in the middle of creating a txt message which she completes, presses send and then looks up to acknowledge my presence. I cover the awkwardness of the moment with a good eye-brow raise and a bit of mugging, while inside I can only think “ewwww – she’s been sitting on the dunny sending texts.”

Now I know I’m rapidly turning into a curmudgeon but is this really considered to be acceptable behaviour in any part of a polite society? If I am ‘using the facilities’ and my phone rings – there is no way in hell I will attempt to answer it. I’m sure I am in the right of it on this matter.

I think I have accounted for everything now.

You can access old stuff on the Archive link on the sidebar.

In other news. TOO! FUCKING! HOT!

It seems that there is some sort of convention of make-up counter girls on in Melbourne. The city has been teeming with counter clones. You know the ones. The white, pseudo lab-coat with the brand name embroidered on it. The hair pulled back so tight it is almost at breaking point. The layer of makeup an inch think on their faces. The look like a cross between an oompa loompa and a dental nurse.

For some reason there are packs of them roaming the city. Odd.

I better get the Bad Behaviour mod installed in here pretty quick smart. It only took a couple of hours for the comment spam to start up again.

Well fuck knows what happened there. Something happened to the wp.php and I have no idea how I’m going to get it back so I will just build myself a proverbial bridge.

I have been flogging my guts out at work over the last 8 weeks or so and thus I have had neither the time nor the inclination to fix it. Until now!

I have just finished up my job in the PM team and next week I start up in a shiny new role. Still with the same blue monolith but doing something a bit more relationship based than grinding out shitty project after shitty project. I am excited and nervous and all those things but my dilletantism comes to the fore here because there is nothing I like more than something new.

I even got a nice attaboy from work. They let me host some colleagues in our corporate box at Telstra Dome for the A-League semi-final. Free drinks! Free Food! and one heck of a game. There is nothing more exciting than an injury time winner when you had all but given up hope. I have never heard a crowd like it.

There is still a bit of setting up to do here. Email me if you find anything broken or undone. It might take me a couple of days to get everything sorted.