fnarg

Busy as feck, running around doing five things at once I was most of tonight...Does not help that I had some supremely fucked up dreams and general "OH CHRIST YOU ARE FUCKING KIDDING ME" moments when I got up that had Housemate rather nervous (I wasn't swearing in my usual manner as punctuation, but genuinely swearing as a curse which is another kettle of marinated piscines entirely and is apparently rather scary)

Stupid shit, flapping about, but I got stuck into it and I'm over it *flaps hand*

But....

With the new AWA in place in Australia, thanks to Dear Johnny the frog-faced bastard of politics, work is going to be offering permanency to us dweeblings. Means a pay cut (slight) but hell..permanency. Paid holidays. Sick days. And best of all...

Fucking 30% loading on graveyard

*GRIN*

I'ma gonna go it.

Usually I pass on this shit because I don't call that many sick days in, and like most of my generation, paid holidays are a strange and mysterious beastie (sadly enough, I'm actually the oddity for my generation because I have worked permanent before) so it suited me. It just wasnt' worth the pay cut. Gimme my money, I'm not saving up for something that realistically doesn't happen.

But I'm not prancy and mostly single any more. And I'm not as dubiously healthy as I was. I'm ooold and my bones creak somethin' fierce when the wind blows across the icy tundra...or some shit to that effect. Life and times have changed, so I'm going to be getting my shit sorted even more than currently, all my duckies in little rows with P90's and I'm going for it.

Plus, hello, retrenchment packages :D :D

Ahh, I remember the sweet joy of my last one when I left Logistics. moonmip's iMac and the entire CD-ROM collection of National Geographic....plus a new TV for my mum IIRC...

Oh, and I need new boots. And pants that actually fit.

fnarg

Busy as feck, running around doing five things at once I was most of tonight...Does not help that I had some supremely fucked up dreams and general "OH CHRIST YOU ARE FUCKING KIDDING ME" moments when I got up that had Housemate rather nervous (I wasn't swearing in my usual manner as punctuation, but genuinely swearing as a curse which is another kettle of marinated piscines entirely and is apparently rather scary)

Stupid shit, flapping about, but I got stuck into it and I'm over it *flaps hand*

But....

With the new AWA in place in Australia, thanks to Dear Johnny the frog-faced bastard of politics, work is going to be offering permanency to us dweeblings. Means a pay cut (slight) but hell..permanency. Paid holidays. Sick days. And best of all...

Fucking 30% loading on graveyard

*GRIN*

I'ma gonna go it.

Usually I pass on this shit because I don't call that many sick days in, and like most of my generation, paid holidays are a strange and mysterious beastie (sadly enough, I'm actually the oddity for my generation because I have worked permanent before) so it suited me. It just wasnt' worth the pay cut. Gimme my money, I'm not saving up for something that realistically doesn't happen.

But I'm not prancy and mostly single any more. And I'm not as dubiously healthy as I was. I'm ooold and my bones creak somethin' fierce when the wind blows across the icy tundra...or some shit to that effect. Life and times have changed, so I'm going to be getting my shit sorted even more than currently, all my duckies in little rows with P90's and I'm going for it.

Plus, hello, retrenchment packages :D :D

Ahh, I remember the sweet joy of my last one when I left Logistics. moonmip's iMac and the entire CD-ROM collection of National Geographic....plus a new TV for my mum IIRC...

Oh, and I need new boots. And pants that actually fit.