Change It

Well scramble me up some eggs and call me an ovo-lacto vegetarian; but if the world doesn't just 180 degree swing on its axis sometimes!

 

I am far from claiming "I put it out there & the world listened", because then I have to ask just how damn loud the "world's" iPod has been set on for the past two years. But after an oxygen kick to the brain of sanity in a trip to South East Asia, I came back stipulating change.

 

It was either that or I boated my way back across the Indian.

 

And then something different happened and change arrived with bouquets and chocolates in hand!

 

Ta da!

 

Enter stage left….

-          * New leafy-green space-included apartment in kick-fucking-ass good area for an insanely did-my-mamma-threaten-you price; (Followed by I'll-send-my-mamma-over fights over oven cleaner residue and steamcleaning discrepancies with old rental agents. It felt so good to win that one. Bastards that shoved us into a mouldy shoe box and demanded all our worldly goods for 2 years and then that I became their "make it new" bitch.)

-          * New job in Aboriginal issues; Bring oooooooooooooooooon the controversy! Oooooo man, Oooooo man I'm going to get paid to shit-stir;

-          * New prospects …Masters Masters Masters! Cannot afford it and will forever owe my intellectual property to an Australian uni but bring on Higher Education and a new zero to the pay cheques!

-          * Australian-validated drivers license (SA driving test is 110% harder, I'll have you bigoted money-grabbing bureaucrats know!);

-          * The media programmes I loathe & hate are getting pulled up for the scum they are and the hate-speaker of Australia got a good court slap;

-          * Drawing of naked human bodies finally ticked off my "Resolutions" list after appearing there through most of the 2000's. Nothing like a saggy scrotum to unleash the artist in you;

-          * And general just ease-in and feel accepted aura wafting about the place as of late.

 

The colleague folk are starting to find out that my secretarial days are numbered and all are falling in weeping masses about my feet. It's good to kinda see how well I excelled at the short-skirt-can-I-order-you-a-pen-or-refill-your-printer tasks.

 

And damn sad to be heading off, actu.ally.

 

Cause snobs may condescend the job but it's more social than a Pick 'n Pay strike and any diplomat would be wise to do an internship in this field just to realise what wording works, what approach fails miserably, and how to toy with the bosses' minds in general.

 

Funnily enough, I came to Oz thinking maybe I'd do more barladying stints, because of the social chatter factor, and this unexpected can-you-step-in-for-a-week job gave me 9 good amusing months of it.

 

Funny. Life.