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Okay, it’s bloody cold today, totally and utterly freezing. I probably should put another layer on, but i’ve been sewing, and so I’m modelling my creation (and when I say sewing, I mean using a pair of scissors on an old top).

Scissors go snip snip, top goes awesome

I don’t know if you can tell from the photos or not, but I now have a semi-off the shoulder top, in this charcoal coloured semicobwebfeely fabric. It’s real nice. Cool. But not especially warm.

Today I staggered in to my 8am class, freezing all the way down, and then spent a very very long time at the bank getting a new eftpos card – the one for my rent account expired in April and of course they didn’t bother to send me a new one. Now my two accounts are loading on the same sparkly pretty card. Then I discovered that there’s a new juice bar right next to Oporto – this could be very dangerous. I had the yummiest smoothie for my breakfast before hightailing it back home to scan the paper, check my email, jump in the shower and run off to work.

I like the stroll to work, it’s relaxing even if I’m always rushing cos I’m running late. Work itself is good too, even if they haven’t quite figured out what to do with me. I’m doing a lot of backreading, and I also got a tour of the place, which is huge and includes a secretish network of spooky tunnels running all over the city. I kid you not (although possibly I exagerate a little). Just for the record, I’m working Mondays, Thursday mornings and friday afternoons. All the other times I have classes. Busy busy Joanna.

But I’m not busy tonight, no. Instead i parked my ass on the sofa to watch TV under the safety of a duvet and a wooly jersey, cos it’s FUCKING COLD. I’m jealous of boys with open fires in their lounges, although I guess it’s okay as long as they provide you with plenty of pot when you go over there last night, even if it means that they can’t make conversation. Tomorrow night Nigel will be in town for his birthday (back from somewhere near Warkworth where he is making porn with a kumi kumi pig – nothing nondodgy ever comes out of that area!) and so there’ll be going out and drinking and dancing I imagine. Excellent. And then next weekend’s a humdinger, what with parties and KateB being up, and Brad being up, and PACIFIER concerts and all… so I should go get a good rest now. Yeah. Night!

Arrrrrrrrr!

That’s me in my pirate hat. Actually it became like, cooler than a pirate’s hat, but it was a pirate’s hat in the first place. Brad and I were sitting in the lounge bored, so we decided to make hats. I made a matching fan. He made a sword. Then we decided Jeremy should play too, so we made him a hat and a parrot (which looked suprisingly like a Japanese Crane) and went and knocked on his bedroom door. We handed him the hat, and he was like “where are we going?” We like that in a flatmate! So we went to ye old town’o food.

Work today was actually very cool. I sent out my first professional email – admittedly not using my own login yet. I don’t have my own login yet, or my own swipe card, but I should have by tomorrow. Hopefully. What I did have, however, was a huge ass bubble blister from my new shoes and from pursuing information all over the Puna, but I deflated it. Where oh where does all that liquid come from? But yeah anyways, I did enjoy work a lot, except it’s quite challenging. Which yes, is a good thing, but I had to think! And think! And I feel kinda like I wanna have every single thing I do checked over, but I can’t, cos how unproffesional would that be? Apparently Trevor, who was also in my project team and my broadcasting team is working in the same place that I am though, so I must email him and maybe have lunch with him or something like that. Stoked that we both got jobs out of it!

Arrrrrrrrr! Arrrrrrrrr! I was all tired before and falling asleep while Shirley was over, but pretending to be a pirate invigorated me. I have a notepad with lists in it now. I like it. I have lists of work tasks, lists of questions I need to ask at work, lists of stuff I need to buy and bills I need to pay. It’s funny, cos I was doing all this stuff on the computer, and I felt fine until my boss lady #1, whom I shall call umm well I can’t think of a witty name right now, handed me a page on RSI stuff and readjusted my chair and keyboard level so that I’d be “right”.

“Subject to the provisions of the * Information and Meetings Act 1987, all transactions, records and information pertaining to the business of * shall be held in strict confidence by you both during the period of employment and also after its termination”

I no longer have a savings account. However, I do have lots of new clothes. Well, not lots, but a few select items in black, black, black and black. Gosh, that’s a lot of black. Maybe I should wear more eyeliner and start hanging out in the Treehouse cafe. Or maybe I should take up bowling before that. Yesterday and today I went shopping for my brand new (semi) coporate wardrobe, only I fared much better today. In town, I got me a pair’o styley black pants. They’re not exactly flared, but they’re kinda wide at the bottom anyways, and I dig them. At St Lukes, I got me a pair’o flat shoes. They look pretty much exactly like these ones.

In fact, they are exactly like those ones. In fact, they ARE those ones.
I also got me a little black dress. Well, it’s not so little, since it’s for me after all, but it comes down to just below my knees, and it’s sleeveless so of course I’d wear something under or over it, and if I had a matching jacket, it would be a suit. Me, scruffy Joanna in a suit that wasn’t originally my grandfather’s? Madness! Good thing I don’t have the matching jacket then isn’t it? I think it is.

Also, yesterday I got myself this sweater. Oh wait, i’m not putting it on right now. Or shall I?

I’m having terrible clothing dilemas about what to wear tomorrow. I wish Kate was here. The boys offered to help me decide what to wear, but they got sidetracked into discussing what music they’d use for the montage sequence. Typical. I have mentioned that I start work tomorrow, eh? Well, in case you missed it, tomorrow is the big day. I hope there is a branch of my bank near the place where i will be working so that I can get a “deposit slip” as detailed in my contract. Do you think they want like the little blue form, or a form for setting up an AP? I’m banking on the AP. Oh man, that was an unintentional pun, I swear.

I miss Kate B! I want her back! I cried yesterday leaving her BBQ. I guess she’s in welly tonight – I shoulda called her to ask her what to wear. I’m also very very very worried about Tallalulah – we took her in a box over to Theresa’s apartment yesterday, and she was all stressed out and scared and everything, poor baby, so as soon as I let her out of the box, she ran straight for the door to the balconey, and jumped off – two storeys high. We ran after her trying to find her, but she evaded us. She’d never been to Theresa’s before so she won’t know where to go home to – it’s a long long way from Freeman’s Bay to Greenlane. I hope she’s okay. If any of y’all live in Freeman’s Bay, and you spot a teeny tiny black and white cat (not a kitten) without a collar, email me and let me know, okay? But somehow I’m guessing that it’s not going to happen. I feel really guilty – if I’d only agreed to keep her, she wouldn’t be lost right now.

I’d also like to know why my stereo’s decided to start crackling intermittently. Maybe someone’s spirit’s trying to send me a signal or something. What’s that you’re saying?

“Subject to the provisions of the * Information and Meetings Act 1987, all transactions, records and information pertaining to the business of * shall be held in strict confidence by you both during the period of employment and also after its termination”

Tuesday 23; February, 1999

>Sheesh, try to live without me, won’t you? Sorry, I’ve been kinda really busy lately and forced to share net-time. Saturday is when our network should come together. You have to give me some credit cos I’m back at tech and have a job as well now, okay? So yeah, I’ll try to lkeep updating. I was working on something else but then I decided I’m not ready for that yet (so no, I’m obviously NOT going to elaborate). So yeah. Here’s Eye Candy temporarily.

nothing is cooler than a road trip with one of your bestest friends in the whole world – unless it’s roadtrips with giant landmarks

Riiiiiiiide em Cowgirl!

Saturday 13; Febuary, 1999

Hmmmm. Okay. Saturday. What the fuck did I do all day long? I really have no idea, eh. No comprehension at all.

I do know that I rang up Kate, who said she’d come and pick me up sometime after six. So I went and put on some makeup. I used my astonishingly styley blue and green stuff, making the blue go halfway across my eye from the inside out, and the green extend out to the far corners. If you have no idea what I mean, here’s a photo of me only in the green

this is from my seventh form fancy dress ball

As you can see, the colour is quite, quite vivid. And don’t I have styley eyebrows? So yeah. Kate showed up and honked her horn a lot, so I had to run out the door. I clambered into the backseat of her boyracing GT (I think that’s what it is – maybe it’s a crx) with Maressa cos Theresa was on the front seat. So we were just about to start off when Kate asked me what I was drinking. I said “red wine” and asked if they had a bottle opener. They didn’t so I had to get out to get one. This is where it gets interesting, because the ceiling in that car is low enough at the best of times, but it’s a real bitch to get in and out of especially. So I was trying to clamber out, when wonder of wonders, my foot got caught in the seatbelt. Guess who ended up sprawled on the footpath? That’s okay though – I played it really cool, lying on my back and whistling casually like it was what I meant to do all along. I think they bought it too.

So yeah, we had a very scary drive back to Kate’s, but made it there somehow in one piece. We settled down on their deck to do a little drinking, and I met her flatmate Matt (yet another one). He’s a window glazier or however you spell it. Vaguely cute, but a stoner, and basically, I am so over the ‘stoners are cute’ thing. People who are a little bit more aware are definatly a bonus. We also ordered pizza, and I was greatly relieved that it was a different Eagle Boys deliverer than the one who’d laughed at me the last time I was at Kate’s.

I only had about half a bottle of red, while the others knocked back lots of vodka and orange. Eventually we finally left the house (it took the girls like 3/4 hour to get glammed up enough). So yeah, we walked up to Ponsonby Road, which took like 20 minutes or so. There were so many drunk people and stuff all crowding to get the best view of the road. I hate crowds. I guess I’m slightly claustraphobic like that really.

The parade was actually really boring for me, I think – it was all very lacklustre, and I couldn’t see very much. I mean, I’ve never really liked parades anyways, and this just seemed really tired. But I’m still all in favour of having it. There were like 200,000 people there that were fully getting into it, so that’s cool. I’m just I dunno – bitter or something.

Then we went to Calabria or something like that, where Theresa used to work. Kate brought a gelato, and I begged and begged her to get Pistachio flavour, which she eventually did, but she said I couldn’t have any. Bitch, so I had to buy my own. Both of us ended up eating like less than half of ours each – think of the waste and the starving children in Africa, man!

They decided to go back to their flat for more drinkies and catch a cab into town later, so I walked back with them, and called a taxi to take me home straight away. It got there like 5 minutes later, so I didn’t realise, and stupidly went up to sit at the end of the driveway a little bit later. I waited for like 40 minutes before ringing up the taxi place again, who sent me an ‘urgent’ one. My cab driver was really cool, too. We had a big long chat about ummm I don’t remember what, actually. About Hero and stuff.

I got home and went online. Clayton came home too so I chatted to him for a bit – gave him a glass of red wine which I think he dissed. Honestly, what’s wrong with all you people who prefer white over red? That’s just nuts. So what if I’m so classy the wine I buy is $6.95 a bottle???

That’s okay though, cos I polished it off by myself, up till nearly 5am again. Memo to Joanna – must reset body clock, must reset body clock.