It has a weird sense of humour, I swear.
Here's the music meme... also known as "how to get K to avoid filling in tedious questions on job application forms"... enjoy!
Directions:
1. Put your iPod, iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc, on shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer
3. You must write that song name down, no matter how silly it sounds
(K's note - I followed these instructions to the letter... some of them are uncanny!)
IF SOMEONE SAYS "ARE YOU OKAY?" YOU SAY?
Suddenly Strange (Bic Runga) - well yes, with the way my stomach's been... probably.
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
Help (Howie Day) - oh come on... I'm not THAT bad...
WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?
No Thang On Me (Snoop Dogg) - ah ha ha... darn right!
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Perfect Circle (REM)
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
The Old Main Drag (The Pogues)
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Without You I'm Nothing (Placebo) - needy co-dependence at its best. Or... to get a bit sentimental... it's true. I wouldn't be where I am today if it wasn't for the support of some wonderful people. You know who you are.
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Everything You Want (Vertical Horizon) - aww... thanks guys!
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Long Day (Matchbox Twenty) - I was NOT that bad... was I?
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
When You Were Young (The Killers)
WHAT IS 2+2?
Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine (The Killers) - ha ha... I sound like Ralph Wiggum.
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Sandstorm (Darude) - well she is a bit mad, but that's why I love her.
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Roll Into One (Bic Runga) - we do go pretty well together!
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Radio Free Europe (REM) - pretty much. Don't have a radio... live in Europe... right on.
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Jump Jive An' Wail (Brian Setzer Orchestra) - I totally do.
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Gone (Jack Johnson) - I hide from him. Hah.
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
U + Ur Hand (Pink) - umm... isn't this song basically a girl telling a guy (quite bluntly, might I add) to get lost? Perhaps not the most romantic choice of first dance songs...
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
These Wooden Ideas (Idlewild)
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
The Canada Song (The Arrogant Worms) - it's secretly why I moved to Ireland... I'm Canada-phobic.
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Kody (Matchbox Twenty) - oh man... nobody was meant to find out!
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Wonderful World (James Morrison) - aww... you guys ARE wonderful
SONG THEY WILL PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Diggin' A Watery Grave (Morcheeba) - now THAT is eerie...
February 26, 2009
February 25, 2009
Yarrr...
You know you've been unemployed a bit too long when you get career ideas from song lyrics.
Case in point? This afternoon, while being a good girlfriend/domestic goddess and ironing B's shirts, my iPod shuffled on to one of my "songs for making me happy". I could instantly identify with the lyrics:
I looked for every kind of job, the answer always "No"
"Hire you now?" they'd always laugh "We just let 20 go!"
The Government, they promised me a measley little sum.
But I've got too much pride to end up just another bum.
Then I thought "Who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone?"
"I'm gonna be a PIRATE... on the river Saskatchewan!"
So that's my plan. Who's with me? I might have to amend the plan slightly to focus my pirate activities on a river in say... Meath... but I reckon it's still feasible.
PS - for those readers unfamiliar with the song "The Last Saskatchewan Pirate", you can find quite an entertaining video here. Syncs up quite well I think!
PPS - for those of you also unfamiliar with Saskatchewan, it's the flattest place in the world. Totally landlocked. Mostly wheatfields. When your dog runs away you can see him going for days... you get the idea.
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(photo courtesy of Mom and Dad)
Case in point? This afternoon, while being a good girlfriend/domestic goddess and ironing B's shirts, my iPod shuffled on to one of my "songs for making me happy". I could instantly identify with the lyrics:
I looked for every kind of job, the answer always "No"
"Hire you now?" they'd always laugh "We just let 20 go!"
The Government, they promised me a measley little sum.
But I've got too much pride to end up just another bum.
Then I thought "Who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone?"
"I'm gonna be a PIRATE... on the river Saskatchewan!"
So that's my plan. Who's with me? I might have to amend the plan slightly to focus my pirate activities on a river in say... Meath... but I reckon it's still feasible.
PS - for those readers unfamiliar with the song "The Last Saskatchewan Pirate", you can find quite an entertaining video here. Syncs up quite well I think!
PPS - for those of you also unfamiliar with Saskatchewan, it's the flattest place in the world. Totally landlocked. Mostly wheatfields. When your dog runs away you can see him going for days... you get the idea.
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(photo courtesy of Mom and Dad)February 23, 2009
An open letter to the "Powers That Be"
(preface - the other day I was reading about how sometimes when you're unemployed you go through similar stages to those of the grieving process. With that in mind, I now present... Stage 4 - Bargaining)
Hi. Thanks for taking the time to hear me out. I know how busy things must be lately, what with all the chaos we mere mortals seem to be causing on a semi-regular basis. I'll try to make this quick so as not to take up too much of your time.
I need a favour. Call it "cutting me some slack" or "giving me a break". I need a job. I really really liked the people I interviewed with today, I think their organisation is fantastic, and I know I'd really love the work they have planned. And I really did my best in the interview and left with a good feeling about the whole thing. Help me out here.
In return, I promise to:
- humour the on-the-street pests from Concern (fundraisers! I meant fundraisers!) once a month and actually hear them out (I hope you appreciate the extreme measures I am resorting to)
- regularly carry change for the homeless (they have an uncanny ability to ask when I have absolutely no change on me! I will remedy this)
- try to control my grumpy mood swings, especially around B. This will be infinitely easier if I am successful in landing the aforementioned job.
So there is my proposal. I will also consider adopting a rescue cat, but this hinges on the landlord's level of willingness to allow a small furball into the apartment, and thus is mostly out of my control. But I promise to try.
Thanks for listening. I'll be waiting for your decision (or... counterproposal, if my suggestions were not to your liking. I'll take care of the evil lemon plant in our living room! I promise!)
Yours sincerely,
K
Hi. Thanks for taking the time to hear me out. I know how busy things must be lately, what with all the chaos we mere mortals seem to be causing on a semi-regular basis. I'll try to make this quick so as not to take up too much of your time.
I need a favour. Call it "cutting me some slack" or "giving me a break". I need a job. I really really liked the people I interviewed with today, I think their organisation is fantastic, and I know I'd really love the work they have planned. And I really did my best in the interview and left with a good feeling about the whole thing. Help me out here.
In return, I promise to:
- humour the on-the-street pests from Concern (fundraisers! I meant fundraisers!) once a month and actually hear them out (I hope you appreciate the extreme measures I am resorting to)
- regularly carry change for the homeless (they have an uncanny ability to ask when I have absolutely no change on me! I will remedy this)
- try to control my grumpy mood swings, especially around B. This will be infinitely easier if I am successful in landing the aforementioned job.
So there is my proposal. I will also consider adopting a rescue cat, but this hinges on the landlord's level of willingness to allow a small furball into the apartment, and thus is mostly out of my control. But I promise to try.
Thanks for listening. I'll be waiting for your decision (or... counterproposal, if my suggestions were not to your liking. I'll take care of the evil lemon plant in our living room! I promise!)
Yours sincerely,
K
February 17, 2009
Oh I'm not a doctor...
That Simpsons quote always makes me laugh.
The point is... umm... sometimes doctors are totally useless. Case in point - today, when I went back for a consult at the Gastro-Intestinal outpatient department, a good 3 months after my pH test/torture device session.
After waiting in the main reception for half an hour, and the secondary waiting area for another half an hour, I was called in to see a doctor who isn't "the" doctor, or even "my" doctor (the guy I am familiar with), so I spent the first few minutes explaining the entire medical history of my stomach since March last year when I first got sick. Don't get me wrong... the guy was lovely... but I'd rather speak to the guy who at least kind of knows me. Nothing personal.
Anyway... a few choice quotes from the 15 minute consult:
"I'll just see if we can get your pH test results" - umm... should these not be in my file already? It was 3 months ago, for heaven's sake. Plus I thought that was the whole reason I'd come in... to get the results... no? Prep, anybody?
"So what do you mean by dietary changes?" - gah. As I'd just explained before he said this, I have noticed that some foods make me feel sick when I eat them. Thus, I try to avoid them.
"And what do you mean by 'sick feeling'?" - cue explanation (repeated to death to previous doctors) of how I don't actually feel that I will throw up, but that it is more like nausea or difficulty digesting. Too low in the stomach to be acid reflux, etc...
"Ah, so if you feel sick it is probably from food coming back up the oesophagus, like acid reflux" - no, no, NO, no. I just explained it is precisely, exactly NOTHING like that. Cue frazzled nerves.
Me: "Well I was reading up on the symptoms and thought it might be hypochlorhydria... you know... low acid? Surely that would explain difficulty digesting red meat or greasy foods?" Doctor: "It could be... yes. Acid reflux has the same symptoms though"
note - I swear on everything holy that if one more doctor suggests it could be acid reflux I am going to scream. If it were acid reflux then surely all those fancy acid-blocking tablets would have helped, rather than making things infinitely worse?
"Well, your pH test is normal anyway, so if you're happy the way things are, then I'm happy. Maybe we'll schedule an ultrasound just to be safe. And some blood tests. But I think you are okay if you feel better with your diet changes."
Oh. My. God. Either I've miraculously cured myself by reading up on Ayurveda and basic nutrition for dodgy stomachs, or I'm a complete hypochondriac.
The point is... umm... sometimes doctors are totally useless. Case in point - today, when I went back for a consult at the Gastro-Intestinal outpatient department, a good 3 months after my pH test/torture device session.
After waiting in the main reception for half an hour, and the secondary waiting area for another half an hour, I was called in to see a doctor who isn't "the" doctor, or even "my" doctor (the guy I am familiar with), so I spent the first few minutes explaining the entire medical history of my stomach since March last year when I first got sick. Don't get me wrong... the guy was lovely... but I'd rather speak to the guy who at least kind of knows me. Nothing personal.
Anyway... a few choice quotes from the 15 minute consult:
"I'll just see if we can get your pH test results" - umm... should these not be in my file already? It was 3 months ago, for heaven's sake. Plus I thought that was the whole reason I'd come in... to get the results... no? Prep, anybody?
"So what do you mean by dietary changes?" - gah. As I'd just explained before he said this, I have noticed that some foods make me feel sick when I eat them. Thus, I try to avoid them.
"And what do you mean by 'sick feeling'?" - cue explanation (repeated to death to previous doctors) of how I don't actually feel that I will throw up, but that it is more like nausea or difficulty digesting. Too low in the stomach to be acid reflux, etc...
"Ah, so if you feel sick it is probably from food coming back up the oesophagus, like acid reflux" - no, no, NO, no. I just explained it is precisely, exactly NOTHING like that. Cue frazzled nerves.
Me: "Well I was reading up on the symptoms and thought it might be hypochlorhydria... you know... low acid? Surely that would explain difficulty digesting red meat or greasy foods?" Doctor: "It could be... yes. Acid reflux has the same symptoms though"
note - I swear on everything holy that if one more doctor suggests it could be acid reflux I am going to scream. If it were acid reflux then surely all those fancy acid-blocking tablets would have helped, rather than making things infinitely worse?
"Well, your pH test is normal anyway, so if you're happy the way things are, then I'm happy. Maybe we'll schedule an ultrasound just to be safe. And some blood tests. But I think you are okay if you feel better with your diet changes."
Oh. My. God. Either I've miraculously cured myself by reading up on Ayurveda and basic nutrition for dodgy stomachs, or I'm a complete hypochondriac.
February 15, 2009
25 Valentine's Things
Alright... so I've been tagged in this meme quite a lot lately, but for the life of me I cannot come up with 25 interesting things about me (I'm stalled on 16). So instead, I thought I'd shake this up a bit and in the spirit of gushy soppiness that is Valentine's Day, I give you 25 things I love about B.
Note - those with weak stomachs or who are prone to cavities from excessive sweetness should probably not read this post!
1. I love that he is always willing to travel to new and exciting places. We've had some incredible adventures together, and will hopefully have many more! I also love that he wasn't terrified of my driving in Greece, even in the frantic rush hour traffic of Athens city centre.
2. I love that he humours me when I go into fanatic holiday research mode. Yes, I do actually care about the reviews a potential hotel got on Trip Advisor. It's never steered me wrong!
3. I love that he goes along with silly plans of mine, like bringing Bert and Ernie to Paris with us and taking photos of them at every important tourist site.
4. I love the way he gets lost in his music, that he gets incredibly nervous before a gig, and that he is incredibly giddy afterwards. I love how passionate he is about music. It's infectious. I love that the band are actually good, so I don't have to pretend that I enjoy their gigs, because I genuinely do!
5. I love that while I'm writing this, he is totally oblivious, sitting in the living room, yelling at the Irish Rugby team who are playing Italy in the 6 Nations.
6. I love that he wasn't afraid to take a potentially work-inappropriate risk and actually start up a relationship with me. Office politics be damned, says I!
7. I love the way that little kids are either completely fascinated by, or absolutely terrified by him. There really is no middle ground on this one. They either stare wide-eyed, mouth hanging open... or bawl incessantly.
8. I love that he came home and met my entire family (and all my friends) in the span of about 2.5 weeks over Christmas. That's a lot to try and take in, but it was really important to me. And to him.
9. I love that I don't think he fully understands how I can read an entire book in about 2 days. I also love that he's had about 5 books on the go for the last little while, and has yet to finish any of them.
10. I love that he usually understands when I need space because I'm having a rough time of things, or because I'm a little bit homesick, or because I'm having a bad day, without taking it personally.
11. I love that we have so many common interests, like religion (curiosity about), conspiracy theories, human rights, photography, etc.
12. I love that he says my lasagna is better than his mom's. Even if he's just saying it... I love that he says it.
13. I love to watch him work. He really cares about the people he helps, and treats everyone the same, regardless of the importance of their cases. I love that this reminds me of my grandad... one of the nicest, kindest people I've ever known.
14. I love that one of his favourite writers is often mistaken for a crazy homeless man. I love him too, I think he's brilliant.
15. I love that any gift he's ever gotten me is so well thought out that it shows just how well he knows me, and it's absolutely exactly what I wanted even if I didn't know it.
16. I love the way he laughs when he thinks something is really funny. "Giggles like a schoolgirl" seems to be the general consensus on how to define it.
17. I love that he talks about "our future".
18. I love how supportive he's been through my whole unemployment ordeal. I don't think I'd be anywhere near this calm and collected if it wasn't for his support.
19. I love that he moved heaven and earth, and used every contact in his arsenal to get me my Stamp 4 residency. I also love that it worked!
20. I love that he occasionally has frantic cleaning moments. Especially how sparkly and clean the apartment is when he's finished.
21. I love that we are just as happy to sit and home and watch DVDs as we are when we go out and do exciting things like going to gigs, or the theatre, or various festivals in the summer.
22. I love that he always tells me how beautiful I am, even if I've got a rotten cold and feel like death warmed over.
23. I love how close he is with his family, and how much they mean to him.
24. I love that he makes me happy every single day, and that I can't think of one single thing I'd change about the way we are.
25. Mostly I love the thought of how much this will embarrass the life out of him.
(us on a boat in Symi, Greece - June 2008)
Note - those with weak stomachs or who are prone to cavities from excessive sweetness should probably not read this post!
1. I love that he is always willing to travel to new and exciting places. We've had some incredible adventures together, and will hopefully have many more! I also love that he wasn't terrified of my driving in Greece, even in the frantic rush hour traffic of Athens city centre.
2. I love that he humours me when I go into fanatic holiday research mode. Yes, I do actually care about the reviews a potential hotel got on Trip Advisor. It's never steered me wrong!
3. I love that he goes along with silly plans of mine, like bringing Bert and Ernie to Paris with us and taking photos of them at every important tourist site.
4. I love the way he gets lost in his music, that he gets incredibly nervous before a gig, and that he is incredibly giddy afterwards. I love how passionate he is about music. It's infectious. I love that the band are actually good, so I don't have to pretend that I enjoy their gigs, because I genuinely do!
5. I love that while I'm writing this, he is totally oblivious, sitting in the living room, yelling at the Irish Rugby team who are playing Italy in the 6 Nations.
6. I love that he wasn't afraid to take a potentially work-inappropriate risk and actually start up a relationship with me. Office politics be damned, says I!
7. I love the way that little kids are either completely fascinated by, or absolutely terrified by him. There really is no middle ground on this one. They either stare wide-eyed, mouth hanging open... or bawl incessantly.
8. I love that he came home and met my entire family (and all my friends) in the span of about 2.5 weeks over Christmas. That's a lot to try and take in, but it was really important to me. And to him.
9. I love that I don't think he fully understands how I can read an entire book in about 2 days. I also love that he's had about 5 books on the go for the last little while, and has yet to finish any of them.
10. I love that he usually understands when I need space because I'm having a rough time of things, or because I'm a little bit homesick, or because I'm having a bad day, without taking it personally.
11. I love that we have so many common interests, like religion (curiosity about), conspiracy theories, human rights, photography, etc.
12. I love that he says my lasagna is better than his mom's. Even if he's just saying it... I love that he says it.
13. I love to watch him work. He really cares about the people he helps, and treats everyone the same, regardless of the importance of their cases. I love that this reminds me of my grandad... one of the nicest, kindest people I've ever known.
14. I love that one of his favourite writers is often mistaken for a crazy homeless man. I love him too, I think he's brilliant.
15. I love that any gift he's ever gotten me is so well thought out that it shows just how well he knows me, and it's absolutely exactly what I wanted even if I didn't know it.
16. I love the way he laughs when he thinks something is really funny. "Giggles like a schoolgirl" seems to be the general consensus on how to define it.
17. I love that he talks about "our future".
18. I love how supportive he's been through my whole unemployment ordeal. I don't think I'd be anywhere near this calm and collected if it wasn't for his support.
19. I love that he moved heaven and earth, and used every contact in his arsenal to get me my Stamp 4 residency. I also love that it worked!
20. I love that he occasionally has frantic cleaning moments. Especially how sparkly and clean the apartment is when he's finished.
21. I love that we are just as happy to sit and home and watch DVDs as we are when we go out and do exciting things like going to gigs, or the theatre, or various festivals in the summer.
22. I love that he always tells me how beautiful I am, even if I've got a rotten cold and feel like death warmed over.
23. I love how close he is with his family, and how much they mean to him.
24. I love that he makes me happy every single day, and that I can't think of one single thing I'd change about the way we are.
25. Mostly I love the thought of how much this will embarrass the life out of him.
(us on a boat in Symi, Greece - June 2008)February 12, 2009
Highs and Lows
This week I have been mood swinging all over the place. In an attempt to regain a state of Zen-like calm, I've decided to write down all the good and bad things that have happened this week. Hopefully this will lead to a realisation that things I may consider "bad" are mostly just trifling, stupid and petty, somewhat along the lines of White Whines (which is also a very entertaining site). So here goes:
Good Things
- finding an absolutely perfect pair of boots (dark brown, leather, knee-high) for €65, then realising they are on sale for €25
- a call this morning from a customer service spokesperson from O2 (my mobile phone company) to downsell me to a better plan, because "really, you're not using even HALF of the minutes you get on your current plan, and this new plan can save you €15 per month". Never in my life has a customer service person offered to downsell me, or even been so honest. O2 are now among my favourite people
- getting accepted on to a part-time Postgraduate Diploma in PR and Event Management, starting at the end of March. Back to school for me!
- finally getting ONE job interview (but not til the end of February)
Bad Things
- coming to the realisation that my savings (which I was quite proud of at the end of October) are now severely depleted
- the recent flood of "Thank you for your application for X job. We regret to inform you that on this occasion your application was not successful" letters. Especially the ones with spelling errors. That REALLY bothered me today.
- not being able to find any of the baking supplies I need to make my muffins. I mean really... all I'm after is oats! And you call yourselves a "baking section"...
- grey, rainy, miserable weather
- people (on the bus, in the shops, in general) complaining about work. At least you HAVE a job.
- people suggesting I should sign on for welfare. I know you're well-meaning and all... and that I'm more than entitled to do it... but all I can think of is "bleedin' immigrants, coming over here and sponging off the State..." I'm not comfortable with that. I know it's my own hangup, but seriously. Stop suggesting it.
Okay, so when I see it all written out like that I know it's not so bad. It could certainly be a lot worse.
So I think I will take the rest of the day to wallow in my own self pity, and then get the hell over myself. Because really, it's not doing me any good.
Good Things
- finding an absolutely perfect pair of boots (dark brown, leather, knee-high) for €65, then realising they are on sale for €25
- a call this morning from a customer service spokesperson from O2 (my mobile phone company) to downsell me to a better plan, because "really, you're not using even HALF of the minutes you get on your current plan, and this new plan can save you €15 per month". Never in my life has a customer service person offered to downsell me, or even been so honest. O2 are now among my favourite people
- getting accepted on to a part-time Postgraduate Diploma in PR and Event Management, starting at the end of March. Back to school for me!
- finally getting ONE job interview (but not til the end of February)
Bad Things
- coming to the realisation that my savings (which I was quite proud of at the end of October) are now severely depleted
- the recent flood of "Thank you for your application for X job. We regret to inform you that on this occasion your application was not successful" letters. Especially the ones with spelling errors. That REALLY bothered me today.
- not being able to find any of the baking supplies I need to make my muffins. I mean really... all I'm after is oats! And you call yourselves a "baking section"...
- grey, rainy, miserable weather
- people (on the bus, in the shops, in general) complaining about work. At least you HAVE a job.
- people suggesting I should sign on for welfare. I know you're well-meaning and all... and that I'm more than entitled to do it... but all I can think of is "bleedin' immigrants, coming over here and sponging off the State..." I'm not comfortable with that. I know it's my own hangup, but seriously. Stop suggesting it.
Okay, so when I see it all written out like that I know it's not so bad. It could certainly be a lot worse.
So I think I will take the rest of the day to wallow in my own self pity, and then get the hell over myself. Because really, it's not doing me any good.
February 8, 2009
It's a cold life...
...being an Irish Rugby fan.
Thanks to B's dad's connections we had tickets to the first match of the 6 Nations - Ireland v France last night at Croke Park. There are at least 2 things I don't understand about rugby - why the season has to start in the winter (surely spring/summer would be nicer, no?) and why Ireland can have a stadium built to hold 80,000+ people but not think to build a roof on it. All I can say is thank heavens it wasn't snowing and/or raining!
List of items required to watch Ireland v France in below zero temperatures:
- 2 pairs of socks (worn at the same time)
- 1 pair of comfortable shoes (exact quote from K - "uh, B? Why don't our tickets have seat numbers? Why does it say standing?" - good old Hill 16 and its total lack of seats)
- 1 pair of leggings, worn under...
- 1 pair of jeans
- 1 ultra-warm Lululemon tank top, worn under...
- 1 long sleeved shirt, worn under...
- 1 fleecy hoodie, worn under...
- 1 MAC windbreaker/raincoat (just in case of rain/snow)
- 1 very warm toque
- 1 pair fleecy gloves (optional - 1 heating pad, normally used for sore backs)
Of course, it helps that we were packed in like sardines on Hill 16 so that added extra body warmth! It also helped having B to cuddle up to! Boyfriends are great, aren't they? And multipurpose!
It was a great match as well. Apparently Ireland hadn't beaten France in the last 4 or 5 years, so everyone was obviously delighted with the win.
It's so nice to support a winning team again (I'm talking to you, Vancouver Canucks!)
February 2, 2009
Blame it on the Groundhogs
This really isn't supposed to happen. Ireland doesn't get snow. And besides, I had more than my fill of snow in Vancouver over Christmas! Nonetheless, as I type this we appear to be experiencing a mini blizzard. Hmm. Luckily it never seems to stick around for very long. Personally, I blame those groundhogs. Although... they don't actually do groundhog weather forecasting over here.
(edit - it's now torrentially hailing outside. Somebody build me an ark or something... a snow ark)
In other news... Happy February!
Things are ticking along quite nicely over here, I suppose. No new updates on the job hunt (maybe their offices are closed? Snow day, anyone?) but I'm feeling much more productive in my role as housewife/homemaker. This is partially due to my discovery of Getting Things Done, which I had heard about before, and then found at my aforementioned trip to the local library. Since I started reading it (I'm only about halfway through) I have started writing down any little thought that comes into my head - mostly along the lines of "Oh! I should do/buy/get X, Y, or Z". And it's made such a difference already!
Ok I may not have the suggested intricate filing system, but now I've started thinking "What on this list can I do now, and do quickly? And then what do I need to do after that to get this project off my list?" Really I'm finding it to be a much more effective type of "to-do" list. I'm a GTD convert. Woo hoo!
Potential employers take note! You thought I was organised before? Just wait...
(edit - it's now torrentially hailing outside. Somebody build me an ark or something... a snow ark)
In other news... Happy February!
Things are ticking along quite nicely over here, I suppose. No new updates on the job hunt (maybe their offices are closed? Snow day, anyone?) but I'm feeling much more productive in my role as housewife/homemaker. This is partially due to my discovery of Getting Things Done, which I had heard about before, and then found at my aforementioned trip to the local library. Since I started reading it (I'm only about halfway through) I have started writing down any little thought that comes into my head - mostly along the lines of "Oh! I should do/buy/get X, Y, or Z". And it's made such a difference already!
Ok I may not have the suggested intricate filing system, but now I've started thinking "What on this list can I do now, and do quickly? And then what do I need to do after that to get this project off my list?" Really I'm finding it to be a much more effective type of "to-do" list. I'm a GTD convert. Woo hoo!
Potential employers take note! You thought I was organised before? Just wait...
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