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I’m sitting in my room with my light off. The reason for this is because my window is open, and it lacks a flyscreen. I’ve left my light off in hopes of avoiding having moths fly into my room, moths that are presently congregating around the street light outside my room. I’m also hoping that today has been to windy for there to be any mosquitos about. Which means that I can’y really see the keyboard as I type, which is quite a test of my touch typing skills.

More importantly, today I was challenged to write a poem about a recent cosmetic procedure I had performed. I chose to express my self in haiku.

Crazy for fashion.

Ripping hair from out my back.

Smoothness resulting. 

Do you like it? 

 Tonight I went to Bisexual Sexual Trivia, which was lots of fun. Sadly our team came third, but I did win a chocolate penis and a 12 pack of flavoured condoms (which came with a free travel case). It was the section on biblical sex that let us down. Who knew that Noah banished his son for accidentally seeing him naked and drunk? Or that Lot gave his two daughters to the horde of ravaging men? Actually, we should have know that last one, since it’s part of the story of Sodom and Gomorrah, and Sydney ain’t called Sodom City for nothing. Anyway, the most important thing is that our team had the best name; "Sally Strumpet and the Holy Cockwar." It’s brilliant.

My favourite flower is the orchid. I’ve always liked the orchid, and my fondness for this flower only increased when I learned vanilla comes from a type of orchid, namely, the vanilla orchid. As I’ve taken to cooking in the past year, I’ve come to highly value vanilla. Not just a degrogatory term for boring sex, it can also be used to flavour many a dish, and I have grown to love it. So when I learned about the vanilla orchid, I became vaguely determined to acquire and grow one.

Then I read this article. The vanilla orchid, it seems, is a bastard to grow, and not at all as pretty as the orchids I normally admire. Appearently it needs to be hand pollinated, unless you happen to be growing your vanilla orchid in the vanilla region of mexico, which is home to the only sort of bee that can pollinate the plant in the wild. And you need to wait till the damn thing has grown more than 3 metres till you’ll get any seed pods, and then the curing process takes several months. All in all, a much more arduous way of obtaining vanilla then just heading to the super market to buy some vanilla extract, or some vanilla bean pods.

I think maybe I should start with something a bit more simple, like growing that chilli plant i bought a few years ago.

Bugger.

Things have become way stressful at work. Been shifted to a new team and things have been going to shit. Basically they’re doing a restructure in the middle of our peak season, and so far my old team (which worked together really well) has been split up among three other teams, and I’m now stuck in a team from what was previously a different business line. Sure, we all do the same kinds of work, ie, we’re all on the phones, but we’re dealing with entirely different sets of knowledge. Not to mention that despite this supposedly being some sort of amalgamation of different business lines into one, I’m still supposed to do everything the old way, despite most of the people in my new team doing something different, because they’re still doing it their old way. Ahh it shits me and stresses me out.

I’d forgotten, while I was in my old team, that this jobs shits me. Mainly because I really enjoyed the people I was working with. I should have realised this wasn’t going to last, and rather than just waiting for thing to change of their own accord, I should have been using the low stress period to actually get a different job.

Which means, now, a change of priorities. I’m dropping on the the subjects I’ve enrolled in at uni, as work is sapping my motivation to study now that things aren’t going well, and it’s the thing I can most afford to drop. Also, I’m actively looking for new work again, which means that my plans for travel may have to be delayed. hmm… gonna have to think about how to work it all in. If I stay, I’ll be depressed but I can travel next year as I’ll have built up enough leave. If I get a new job I wont have the leave, so I can’t take the time off, but I will get paid out my leave from my current job, which equals a few thousand dollars, which always comes in handy. what to do, what to do? 

Arrgh! work was crazy today. Spent many minutes writing and forward emails of complaint to various concerned parties, whispers across the partions of gender issues, vital programs crashing, running slow, carzy nerds in canberra giving useless answers. all in all, a day best left behind.

Ahh! but the first day of spring. the air is warm, the breeze is refreshing. a perfect night for dancing.