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…Afternoon delight

May 10th, 2007 — 10:31am

  • Item! Last night Barticus and I went up to the uni to see Lani in the Law Revue. Lani was great, the law revue not so much. It still made me wanna do another play though. It’s been ten years since I was last on stage. Ten! Years! It was amusing seeing a boy in the audience that I went to primary school and high school with. He was wearing a suit. I always knew he was going to become a lawyer, but damn, he looked like a grown-up. I, meanwhile was wearing a Threadless hoodie featuring two unicorns humping in front of a rainbow. *Does secret ‘T’ with hands at Lisa*

  • Item! Speaking of Lisa, she is head over heels in love with Steve Sanders. She is constantly calling me up trying to come over to watch more of my season two 90210 DVDs. I think the reason she is so enamoured of him is because of the cropped singlet he was spouting in one of the beach episodes. He makes her as moist as Kelly’s nose flare in the opening credits.

  • Item! I have six weeks left in my current position (my contract is finishing, and I’ve chosen not to apply again, as it’s a two year fixed term, and I don’t think I have more than six months left in me here), so the job hunt is on. The interview I had with the Ministry that my father works for went really well, and they gave me homework to do – writing a communications strategy. I came up with a brilliant idea, and apparently they didn’t have a negative thing to say about me, but they’re going with someone who’s currently working in almost an identical role. That’s okay, I am optimistic about my employability. I would totally be an assest to any company in a comms/writing/editing/party-planning role.

  • Item! I have about six party plans on the go right now. There’s outfit planning for the prom I’m going to on Saturday (by the way, if you see me there, I am totally going to make you slow-dance with me. My sad little inner-twelve-year-old must be redeemed!), then the prize-giving for the end of the Wellingtonista Bowling League (I’ve booked a venue, your team captain should have given you the details), our social club drinks right before that, which has an Office Olympics theme, and then there’s this:

    You’re totally invited to it, but please make sure you dress up, have a backstory to go with your character, and bring some booze. After that, there’s my birthday party in a couple of weeks (Dead Rockstar theme), and then my goodbye drinks, and then the next day I’m going to Rarotonga to party with my family in celebration of my dad’s 60th. Phew!

  • Item! I bowled! Twice! And I didn’t do too badly! That was very exciting, given that the last time that I bowled was when we had a Flat Outing when Thomas moved out of Garland, and so you can probably guess that I didn’t do very well then (although managing to get out of bed and not puke on the lane was an achievement in itself). On Tuesday I even earned a league point for the slowest possible bowl (2.34km per hour). And then I got two strikes, and they were the last bowls of the night, so everyone saw me get them, and basically, I am just teh awesome. I’m really stoked by the support that my friends have given the bowling league too, with Dave stepping up to the plate every week, and Smoo and Anji having bowled as well, and Dyl entering a work team. It makes me feel positive that the Wellingtonista awards will be more supported at the end of the year. And in five years the Wellingtonista will be so huge that I’ll be able to work on it full time and get paid a living wage. Yes indeedy.

  • Item! We got an extra $70 million in the budget, so our director spent it all on fancy cheese from Kirk’s for us yesterday treated us to bubbly and cheese last night that I’m pretty sure he paid for, as it’s also his 60th birthday (and like my father, who is of course an ex colleague of his, he’ll be going to a tropical island to celebrate. I think for my 60th, I will take the Trans-Siberian). Damn that was some good cheese.

  • Item! I bought an entertainment book, so despite my serious budget deficit, I’ll be eating out more often (heh heh heh) and writing it up on the Wellingtonista, like this review of 88.
  • Item! I have a crush on pretty much everyone right now. Except for Steve Sanders. It’s quite amusing really.

  • Item! I went to the Kilbernie pool on Creative Wednesday, and actually swam for half an hour. That’s doing lengths, not floating on my back. Holy crap I was so impressed with myself. I was inspired to go partly because I’ve been meaning to for ages, and partly because I needed to click my hip back in to place after doing it an injury whilst bowling somehow. Swimming in a pool with goggles turned out to be a lot easier than swimming in windy conditions at Oriental Bay – who knew? I alternated between front stroke, backstroke and kicking lengths with a kickboard. My knees ended up feeling a little flappy, so I tried to kick from the hip. Ooooooooooh exhausting! It was so bloody nice to have a spa after that, even though the bubbles weren’t going. Kilbernie has private spa rooms, I felt like Roman princess. Or perhaps a Minoan one. In my togs I am a little more like an Amazonian princess, except with two breasts. Incidently speaking of cutting off your breast to be a better archer, someone from Xero commented while we were bowling that all the girls roll curve balls, and I said it was because our boobs got in the way. Anyone a star bowler out there who can confirm or deny this?

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    Monday December 10th, 2000

    December 10th, 2000 — 8:08am

    So I’ve been online for like 30 minutes and I still haven’t managed to read a single one of my emails yet. I really must change email accounts.

    I bought two heads of brocoli today at 15 cents a head each. This is a good thing. I got them in Northcote, if you’re interested. Today again I was driving around the Shore investigating venues. It’s great. I like Rob in the car division – he gave me a manual drive car today when I told him about the stupid things I did with the automatic last week (I was wondering why the car braked so damn jerky when I was being super gentle until I realised that I was using my left foot on the brake, which as we all know is wrong). There’s a couple’o pajs parked down in amongst the company car pool too – I’ve promised Brad and Clay I’m going to try my hardest to get to take a paj out for the day and I’ll come and pick them up and we’ll drive through Remmers darling. Anyways. So yeah, Northcote/Birkenhead in the morning, then Devenport and Albany in the afternoon.

    I had a meeting with the PR Consultant lady I’m working with who’s only in 2 days a week and gave my report and she said I was going well, and that I have full authority to go ahead and book the venues and start drawing up a timetable. Scaaary! I’d much rather someone was checking me every step of the way, but I just don’t have that at work – they leave me up to my own devices. I’m very good at looking busy. I have email at work now, finally my own key and login, but so far I’ve only given my email address to essential contacts (read: Kini and Olivia). I’m trying to be good. I don’t want to fuck this all up. I’m alredy worried about finding a job in February, because I know I have a tendancy not to be very good at seeking things out because basically everything i ever need falls in my lap. Except for my paycheque – grrr! I don’t get paid for a fortnight, and I’m in malls and shopping areas for half the morning – all my xmas shopping could be done by now if I had a cent left in the bank. Ahh well. Tomorrow I’m going to be in a working party conference anyways. Have I mentioned that I get business cards?

    Wank wank wank wank wank. I actually am often left without anything to do, so I call Shirley, and since I’m in an open planned office, the people around me would hear
    “Hi, it’s Joanna here from *, is that you Shirley? How are you?…….. Right, I’m calling in regards to the communication briefing I received the other day……….. No no, that’s fine……..yes I was in contact yesterday but we decided to not pursue that avenue any further for a while…. yes of course it’s re-occuring….I appreciate that…. absolutely, I’ll just make a note of that…….. yes…. yes….. well would you have some time free for a meeting?…….. how’s today for you?…..alright well we’ll scheduale something for next week then” and then my boss will come back and I’ll want to ask her something so I’ll hang up on Shirley really abruptly going “Great, well thank you very much for your time”. I’m SO a kid in heels and pearls. Nevermind the fact that the rest of the office spends their lives on the phone having really boring conversations with their car insurance and real estate agent places that I can’t help but evesdrop on. Or maybe they’re all speaking in a secret code too. Hmmmmmmm, intriguing!

    Because I spent so much time driving today, I came up with a list of memorable car moments that I jotted down because I was bored. You know how I like my lists. Sheesh, anyone would think that I was incapable of stringing together anything more cohesive. And ha! I’m going to alphabetize them by the first letter in the sentence:

    • A memory from Primary School; the greatest day of my life ever at that stage was when I got to sit squashed up next to my Crush – Andrew Carnegie – to and from a netball tournament
    • Amy and Andee taking me over the harbour bridge by mistake, playing the Spice Girls and bumping the car to cheer me up
    • Anji and Greg taking me up to Auckland for Pearl Jam when I was 14, determined to corrupt me and we picked up a dumb hitchhiker who said “Youse guys”
    • Countless Welly/Auck drives with Kate B, listening to Cat Stevens, blowing bubbles and taking mad photos left right and centre
    • Driving myself to Wellington thinking so hard that later I wrote a 7 page essay on the appropriate course of action to take as a consequence of that thought process
    • Driving to Welly with Simon and Matt Sawkill in the backseat, me giggling away to myself like the cat that’s got the cream and is mixing its metaphors like a DJ with religion.
    • Going to Waiuku for Kate H’s goodbye party, Justin putting the car in neutral going down a hill and it kept going, freefalling
    • Kim speeding along Greenlane West at 3am in the fog when we were on a mad sugar rush and couldn’t see 10 feet ahead of us
    • Kini in my rear view mirror, the magical drive into the Coramandel
    • MM in the MR2, subwoofer under my seat, lost in Remuera at 4am trying to find food cos we’d been up arguing all night
    • Pajero pulling up outside my house in Mount Roskill, Shirley and Dee Cavalry coming to be with me when I found out that Opa died
    • Pixie’s friend Sam’s orange pumpkin car, tinnie house in Te Atatu right next to a primary school and I thought we’d be beaten up by protective westie parents
    • Roadtripping to Waihi with Shirley, her doing crazy overtaking manouvers and making Trudie scream when I dared her to drive down a bank
    • Sung Song association all the way to St. Heliers with Brad in the stereoless Grey Ghost
    • the other night in Jeremy’s car, cold from swimming, falling asleep on Clayton’s shoulder

    I warned you that i have full stationary cupboard rights – notepads are perfect for lists.

    “I think you’re crazy, maybe, I think you’re crazy.”

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