Birthday, beer, bah!

Birthday was ok. Mike at work asked how i was feeling abd it seemed he genuinely cared and believed i was sick (it probably helped that I didn't stop coughing all over everyone all dfay, Mike got sick too... hehehehe). I was looking for an opportunity to talk to Meredith (the director) all day but she was flat out and left for Noosa in the afternoon.

I went to dinner with Chris and popped his Trivia cherry at the pub (and he liked it). It was nice to see him.. it had been a while. He got me a really hot leather bag. We went to the park afterwards and smoked it up and laughed about trivial shit.

On Monday Meredith had arrived back to work and I approached her about what had happened previously. I told her I had friends who worked in discrimination and workplace relations and they were both appalled at what had transpired over the phone when i was sick.

She was REALLY apologetic and she said it was discrimination before I had a chance tomention it. I had thought she was a woman with some integrity and apparently I was right. By the afternoon I had received a written apology from Mike which wasn't really worth the paper it was written on but I realise that he didn't know what he was saying and I know that he doesn't have an issue with me OR gay people.

I told him I haboured no hard feelings and I'm happy to move forward.

I'm still deciding if I want to stay in this job... but I figure I'll give it 3 months anbd see what happens. Some days I enjoy what I'm doing, other days I feel like I should be doing something with more of a community focus... helping people somehow.

Oh well. We'll see what happens

Tuesdayitis - notes for potential discrimination lawsuit.

I am still feeling crook so I called in sick today which I wasn't too pleased about, but i really need to look after myself and get better.

I just had a call from my boss asking me what's wrong. I told him I am sick. He was pushing me for more information and i told him that i realised I wasn't making a great first impression at a new job but i was genuinely sick and there wasn't much i could do about it. he went on to say something along the lines of, i don't mean to offend you, but i've worked with gay people in the past and I know that their big night out is sunday nights etc. I told him that i had told all my friends i wouldn't be seeing so much of them in the near future because i had to focus on my new job and couldn't afford to have late nights etc. Then he said "Isn't it your birthday today?". No its tomorrow. I realise it looks like i've been partying all weekend and now i'm recovering but i've been in bed all weekend sick. I went to Tori Amos on Friday night and have spent the rest of the weekend in bed. I even told Ian that my chest was feeling heavy on Friday afternoon. He went on to say that in the past they've had problems with gay employees or salesman (i can't remember which, i was dozing off to sleep after having a mersyndol) repeatedly having Mondays off. He asked me if i "got on it"? I do very rarely, but i don't live for it, i used to party a lot but i'm over it. I told him to ring my previous employers to check my attendance records, and to pass this information on to my director Meredith. At some point he had also told me that He told me that meredith had instructed him to give me my "marching orders", so he was ringing me to see what was going on.

I was quite upset by this phonecall so soon after I rang Meredith to talk to her directly. I told her I realise what it may look like, but i am genuinely sick and I am committed to this position. I told her I have really been looking forward to this job and I didn't want to spread illness around the office as I had reason to believe I had caught it off my housemate. She mentioned salesmen, or designers or someone who they had had problems with in the past chucking sickies on mondays. She implied that I should have at least gone in to the office to make an appearance and then go home. She seemed to absorb what I was saying but told me she would talk to me about it tomorrow.

So.. the dream job seems to be turning into a bit of a nightmare. It seems it was a mistake for me to come out to 2 of my colleagues on Friday, and tell them that I had planned to go to 2 parties over the weekend. This obviously translated as: drug fucked poofta cunt.

Mondayitis.

So much for not blogging on here eh?

Saturday morning I went shopping for a few things and ended up buying a LOT of stuff. I don't need to buy undies for a while. I got 10 pairs of my favourite kind at 50% off. I love new undies. I got an outfit for Jacki's Rock v Pop party but i ended up falling ill in the afternoon and missing all the fun. I'd really been looking forward to kicking off my birthday celebrations at that party so i was a bit pissed off that I got sick.

I took some consolation in the thought that if I went to bed early I'd feel better the next morning and go and spend a few hours in the sun at Earthdance. I finally dragged my sorry arse out of bed at about 12:30 in search of drugs (the prescription kind). I checked all my local medical centres and they were all closed (don't ever get sick on a Sunday in my neighbourhood.

I slip, slop, slapped and began to wander down towards Sydney park when I got a msg from a friend inviting me for coffee in Newtown so i took that as a sign to stay away from Sydney park and all of its temptations.

I woke up this morning at about 3:30am and popped a paracetamol hoping that when I woke at 6am my fever would be under control and I could leave for work early, dropping into the medical centre on the way and scoring some drugs. It was at that point my fevered (feverish?) mind started playing tricks on me and kept me awake thinking of everything under the sun that I really didn't want to think about. at about 5am I gave in and stuck an episode of Six Feet Under on.

I called in sick at the new job... and because I am in my probationary period it means I won't get paid for today. I took some comfort in the fact that I was booked in to do some market research tomorrow for $70... until I got a call at 10am telling me the group was cancelled.

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I feel like I need to have a big cry, but I don't really have anything to cry about. Maybe I should watch "Beaches" on DVD. (Unfortunately I'm not that gay so it isn't in my DVD collection)

anyway.. boo-freakin-hoo. poor me.. blah blah blah.

On the upside... my tshirts arrived in the mail today and they are pretty damned fantastic. Now I have something cool to wear at club arak on Saturday... assuming I'm over this stupid infection. I think I might need to stick to mineral water that night.

I just re-read my post and that was enough to make me cry. I feel better for it.

Tori Amos

I saw Tori Amos last night. What a show. The sound was PERFECT, and the lights were amazing (even though I often closed my eyes to simply enjoy the sound).

I bought the tickets on a whim knowing that she would be worth seeing, and I am certainly glad I did. I wasn't a huge fan before, but now I look forward to exploring her vast discography.

This song particularly stuck on my head:

new job

I started my new job on Monday and it's pretty fucking cool. I got a bit of a rude shock when they asked me to construct mockups, but then i remembered I am a junior. It is a completely different atmosphere working with designers. When you are bludging on the net it's called "Research", how fantastic. My boss is a woman which i found a bit werid at first.. but everyone is really cool, and fucking dirty. I had to explain to my boss what a soggy SAO is today. (Now that's what I call an Ice-breaker)

I am invited to sit in on briefings and to contribute. I made a few suggestions today and my boss was really happy with my ideas. so that was a nice feeling. My old boss asked for my opinion and went with his own ideas anyway. (did i mention those cunts didn't get me a g'bye card?)

Anyway. Life is full of surprises at the moment and I can't be bothered wasting time blogging it, I'm having more fun living it.

My other blog has become such an outlet, I'm loving it.

See you 'round the traps.

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