One Art, a favourite of mine

One Art      - by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master; 

so many things seem filled with the intent 

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something everyday. Accept the fluster 

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. 

The art of losing isn't hard to master. 

Then practice losing farther, losing faster: 

places, and names, and where it was you meant 

to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or 

next-to-last, of three beloved houses went. 

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely one. And, vaster, 

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. 

I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

- Even losing you ( the joking voice, a gesture 

I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident 

the art of losing's not too hard to master 

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

This is one of my all-time favourite poems. 
It is likely that I would have never stumbled across it, if it were not for the movie "In Her Shoes", very happy that I have though.

Such an honest poem, with unpretentious words, and bursting with feelings, yet not dripping with sopping emotions. 
It is what it is, we lose things everyday; time, material things, earthly things, trust, and people we loved.
This doesn't necessarily mean that our world should come to a halt.

Appreciate the art of losing, and keep the things or people lost, in your heart, with a fond memory.

 

 

Where have all the good men gone...?

"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or who will stay awake just to watch you sleep...Wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without make-up on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares, and how lucky he is to have you... The one who turns to his friends and says 'That's her.'"

How pretty is this? How beautiful and true... it's not always easy, though.  Sometimes ( most times) girls get so caught up in society and the expectation of society, that you have to be in a relationship, that you will settle for any guy. Perhaps it's not only society, but the fact that you are afraid to be alone, or lonely?
Well you can be lonely even when you are with someone - even when surrounded by a group of people.

I am a hopeless romantic, and also a feminist, and it is for these reasons mainly, that I believe in the above quote...and I'm afraid the above quote might then also be the reason that I am single. 
But why settle for anything less than what you deserve? That seems like wasted time and effort to me. Time and effort that I would rather spend on myself, and family and friends... But maybe that's just me.


The main question here is - "where have all the good men gone?"

The Cuckoo's Calling - Poem and book

I’ve recently read The Cuckoo’s Calling by Robert Galbraith – which is a male alias that the famous J.K. Rowling used, to write her first (?) crime fiction novel.

The reason for using this alias was to receive proper criticism on her writing, and not have a new book applauded or destroyed by critics, just because of who she is.

I have to say that I enjoyed the book tremendously, what a page turner! ( and very happy to now have the second ( of which I can only assume will be a series of 4-7 books) Robert Galbraith book in hand.

The poem from which J.K. got her inspiration for the name of the book, has been stuck in my head since reading it. It is such a beautiful heartfelt poem – and that is what I which to share with you today.

    A Dirge     BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI

     Why were you born when the snow was falling?

     You should have come to the cuckoo’s calling,

    Or when grapes are green in the cluster,

    Or, at least, when lithe swallows muster

       For their far off flying

       From summer dying.

    Why did you die when the lambs were cropping?

    You should have died at the apples’ dropping,

    When the grasshopper comes to trouble,

    And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble,

       And all winds go sighing

       For sweet things dying.

30 wise Life lessons, some of them might still come...

I've stumbled upon this great piece, with some very wise words - and boy, do I love and appreciate wise words.

It's called 30 things I've learned, and I have to say I agree with 98% of these - just not too sure about the running. But I might just get there. And nr 23 as well... I do love a good glass of red...

1. 1. Remember you will die. Maybe even today. Don’t forget that. Don’t forget to be thankful for your health. For the ability to walk. For the time you get to spend with the person you love. For your siblings. For whatever it is that you have today. It’s not yours, it can be stolen away at any moment. So while you have it on loan, cherish it.
2. 2. Exercise, almost every day. Maybe this is just me. But if I’m not active, I can’t trust myself. I can’t trust my emotions, my reactions, my thinking. Regular exercise resets me.
3. 3. To know what you think, write it down. Forcing myself to write something down, to structure it, to let it see light is the best way for me to clarify what I actually think about something.
4. 4. You end up being the average of the people you spend your life with. You become a reflection of your environment, particuarly your social one. Choose your people wisely. Don’t hesitate to move or change if you know things aren’t right.
5. 5. Most people never ask for what they want. A lot of good happens if you ask for what you want. First of all, you’ll be forced to define what you want. Second, you’ll be forced to think about how you might get it. The third step, is the easiest and the least utilised. Just ask.
6. 6. Always take the stairs. There’ll be plenty of days where you can’t, so accept the opportunity to take the stairs as a gift and make a deposit into your Future Health account.
7. 7. Put yourself in places that make you nervous. Nerves are really the only way to know that you’re being stretched. If there hasn’t been a moment of nerves in your life for a month, it might be worthwhile asking if you’re pushing hard enough.
8. 8. Talk it out. When it comes to humans, there’s no other way. You have to talk things out. Sometimes it will take years. For the right people, that time is worthwhile. The unsaid will go unsolved.
9. 9. Don’t be precious. It’s OK to be passionate about great wine, or great coffee or great beer but don’t be the person who’s above a glass of cask wine, a cup of instant coffee or a XXXX Gold.
10. 10. The greatest reflection of your priorities is your time. Whatever you say about what matters to you, the true test is where you place your time. So if you say your priorities are your partner or your kids or your family or your health, that statement will only be true if your calendar reflects it.
11. 11. Everything is mediocre. Most jobs are mediocre. Most people’s work is mediocre. Most products and experiences are mediocre. Most lives drift to mediocre. When you rise above the mediocrity, people will notice.
12. 12. It’s really, really hard to make something great. The inertia of mediocrity makes it hard to do great work. Most people want most things to stay mostly the same. To do great things, you have to go unrecognized, be under-appreciated and push to unreasonable lengths. That’s why #11 stays true.
13. 13. Don’t get disheartened. If you get disheartened, it’s over. Don’t ever underestimate the value of enthusiasm. Sometimes it’ll be all you have.
14. 14. Perception is reality. What’s ‘true’ often doesn’t matter because of what’s ‘perceived’.
15. 15. Understand the value of time. Life ends up being really short, no matter how long you live. You can recover money, you can rebuild houses, you can re-buy glassware — but you can’t get back time.
16. 16. Self-control is a finite resource. You can only ask so much of yourself each day. You’ll snap or warp or splinter if you ask too much. You have a limited capacity to direct yourself a certain way. It’s worth considering where that directive capacity goes every day.
17. 17. Run, wherever you are. Running is the best way to reset, to overcome jetlag, to see a new place and to feel good about the world.
18. 18. Listen to your body. You might feel like you’ve found a loophole, but if you’re not honest, your body will catch up with you soon enough.
19. 19. Control your inputs. Not just what you eat and drink (though this will have a profound impact), control what you read, what you watch, what you listen to, what notifications you allow on your phone, where you spend your time, who you spend it with. Guard your gates with care.
20. 20. Everyone has a vice. To err is human. Everyone has a fault-line. Don’t spend too much time searching for it, but know it will be there and don’t be disappointed when you find it.
21. 21. Listen. On average, are you doing more listening or talking? If the balance isn’t wildly in the favour of listening, or if you had to think about that question for second, it’s a sign you’re not listening enough.
22. 22. Be genuinely curious. You can’t artificially generate curiosity, so you have to follow where yours actually leads. Curiosity ends up being the driving force behind the most interesting people.
23. 23. Of all the life-hacks, not drinking is the most impactful one. When compared with optimising your email inbox or taking multivitamins or outsourcing tasks to a VA, there’s really no bigger lifehack than just not drinking. Asking for soda-lime in social-drinking situations is the easiest way to overcome the friction of applying this to your life.
24. 24. Pay close attention to what you do when you’re alone. When no-one’s looking, when the house is empty, when the afternoon is yours alone — what you choose to do says a lot about you. Pay close attention to where your mind wanders in the shower. Your natural wanderings are your compass to what’s truly interesting to you.
25. 25. Get outside. You’re a collection of atoms, in a poorly understood universe that’s probably infinite. Go look at a tree, or think about a cloud or a star. Whatever you’re going through is probably pretty insignificant in the context of all of that.
26. 26. Never talk about how busy you are or how drunk you were. Seriously. Stop it. Enough already.
27. 27. Almost everything normalises. Grief, wealth, love. Eventually it will all feel normal. Don’t let the feeling of ‘normal’ hide the value of what’s in front of you.
28. 28. People care 10% as much as you think they do. So long as you’re making an effort to be a good person, you can assume most people care much less than you think they do. Just chalk up any negative interactions to circumstance. People always have a million things going on and you’re generally one of the least important.
29. 29. Ship something. Don’t forget the value of making something, even the small stuff. A letter, a vegetable garden, a great recipe. No matter how insignificant. Making something helps remove the rust.
30. 30. You never know where you are on history’s big wheel. You never know what’s coming for you. You have to have some faith. Your moment is coming.

31. 30 Things I've learned - by Nick Croker

How to greet Death

It's been ages since my last post on this blog, therefore I thought to post one of my favourite poems.

It may seem a little depro to some - but I actually thinks it's rather enchanting and powerful, as opposed to depro...

This to me symbolizes a life lived to the full with no regrets; and also to serve a little reminder to not let anything get you down, or stand in the way of your dreams - not even immortality .

I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I do.  

How to greet Death - Gabriel Gadfly

Greet death

with your hands in your pockets,

slouched back, cool,

collected, and confident.

Wear a hint of a grin

and a dash of cologne.

Say What took you so long?

Say You're behind the times, man.

Say Dead is the new black.

Coffin is the new condo.

Pallor is the new tan.

La vida muerta.

Greet death

with a fistful of black-eyed Susan's,

butterflies in your stomach,

and two tickets to tomorrow's sunrise.

Wear your father's cuff-links

and your mother's wedding ring.

Say I brought these for you, babe.

Say Kiss me, kiss me.

Say But wait until the sun comes up.

Just until daybreak.

I want to show you something.

Hasta la muerte, te amo.

Greet death

with a knife at your own neck,

chin up, throat bared,

cardiac in overdrive.

Wear nothing.

Wear nothing.

Say Bring it on motherfucker!

Say Only on my terms.

Say nothing and open your throat.

and bleed to completion.

El final, el final, el final.

Le Creuset competion turns me dilly

Today I don't have any special or inspiring quotes.
I don't have bad relationship advice, or their antidotes.
I am aware that I am writing in rhyme,
And that to most folk this is a crime.

The problem is you see,
There’s this Le Creuset completion that is doing this to me…
I’ve been at it an entire day,
With the hope that it’ll go away.
But alas these rhymes won’t leave me in peace,
I really hope I win, if not – I can blog about it at least.

 
On a more serious note, Le Creuset is having a competition for a giveaway to promote their new Cotton colour.

I have never won anything in my entire life, and as I am a massive foodie and baker (not yet a candlestick maker) {can’t help the rhyming- becoming a problem};  this would be the ULTIMATE prize for me to win.

Rules are simple – write about how and why the Le Creuset Cotton inspires you in less than 100 words.

I read a couple of the other entries, and it’s boring jibbidy-jab about tired moms of 3, and the white colour brings them serenity ( damn it! Rhyming again!!) and how they have bits and pieces of all the other colours and the white would be a perfect filler etc. You catch my drift?

Therefore I decided, I’d write a short and sweet poem, quirky and creative…which turned into 4 short poems ( yes I have entered 4 times – and I have a fifth brewing in my head). Once the first little poem popped, I found that I just couldn’t stop (doing it again!). I even went so far as converting the famous poem ,read by Julia Stiles in the popular movie “10 Things I Hate about You” , into a poem for Le Creuset’s Cotton coloured cookware.
Actually I am quite happy with how this one turned out – so I’ll post it below, for your entertainment.


I’m now posting hear instead, before I completely lose my head…

Ok it’s official – there is no help for me! The curse of the rhyme has swallowed me.

10 Things I Love about you

I Love the way you inspire me,
to whisk up something out of air.
I Love your white matte finishing,

and the fact that you don’t glare.
I Love your big round casserole pots,
your quality withstands time.
I Love you so much it makes me cook,
it even makes me rhyme.
I Love your colour crisp and white,
I love the sound when I hear you fry.
I Love it when we do a confit,
Even more so when I bake a pie.
I Hate it when you're not around,
and the fact I don’t have you all.
But mostly I love the way nothing compares to you,
Not even close,
Not even a little,
Not even at all.

Ten Things Your Single Friends Are Tired Of Hearing

Ok - firstly, I did not write this myself (unfortunately), and secondly, this is probably one of the funniest things I've read in a couple of months...It’s funny ‘cause it’s true.

I'm not going to edit out any swearing - that would subtract from the general feeling of this, and again - not my words, so I don't think it's right for me to interfere. I wish I knew who the person was who wrote this, so I could give them credit…

Well done!

Please enjoy - I'm sure all single people will agree.

 

" Ten Things Your Single Friends Are Tired Of Hearing

1) “You’ll find it when you aren’t looking!” This is typically where your advice starts.”It’ll come along when you least expect it,” is also “You’ll find it when you aren’t looking“‘s retarded little sister. You can all just go fuck right the fuck off after you say this to anyone who is single. This is a ridiculous statement. We’re programmed to look for it. It’s in our genetic makeup and all that scientifick-y shit. That’s like saying, “hey, you know that dream career you want? Fuck working at it. It’ll happen when you least expect it. One day you’ll be walking down the street and BAM you’ll be a fucking CEO. And it’ll be success after success for years after, but don’t work for it or anything like that. Just maybe chill out on this couch. It’ll come to you.” You need to stop telling us not to look for it, because let me tell you something, there have been times I have been looking for a pen and instead some serendipitous moron came along that I thought could have been Prince Charming (but turned out instead to be Prince Fuckface,) and there have been days and times and months and years where I wasn’t looking for it, and guess what came along? A jar of Nutella and a few bananas between some slices of white bread.

 

2) “You can’t be happy in a relationship unless you’re happy with yourself first.” This is true. BUT there are those of us who ARE actually happy with who we are. BRO. I’m happy with myself. I’m so fucking happy with myself I actually wake up every morning and brush my teeth with rainbows after I piss excellence and wash my face with glory. Seriously though, “finding yourself” is a process in life, and I don’t think you’re ever really “done,” per se. Am I completely different person than I was in college? Not entirely. Have I gone through a ton of real world shit that has changed my outlook and made me stronger, happier, more independent, and a fuckload more of a catch? Yes. Am I happy with myself? Yes. Will I continue to grow and change and all that shit that humans do until they die? Yes. Consider that it’s not that all of us happy single people need someone in our lives to dote on us and make us happier, it’s that we’re finally happy and we want someone to share it with. Also, a lot of you “happy” fucks in relationships seem like you need to have a few weeks on your own to evaluate yourselves. The incessant need for your boyfriend to text you back within thirty seconds after a text followed by a shitfit may not be the best proof surrounding your statement. Try again.

 

3) “You’re still young, you got all the time in the world.” You’re still fucking annoying. We don’t give a shit how old we are. Age isn’t really what we’re complaining about. And although many of us are young, we still have examples of people who are old and alone every day. And that’s terrifying. So your logic is moot. Also, don’t call me “kid” at the end of that statement. If you’re older than me, and you add a “kid” onto the end in a sort of “endearing” way, I will legit find a way to light you and your family on fire.

4) “You deserve someone who wants to give you everything.” Hey, shithead, I couldn’t agree more. Actually after hearing this a couple dozen times it makes me feel like you’re just saying it to avoid the conversation about how depressing it is that no one has come along yet. You could list off a million reasons why I’m worth all the love and unicorns and mermaids in the world, and I would be on your page a hundred percent. As a matter of fact, I would have written more pages after we were both done being on your page, so that we could also be on those pages as well. So now that I know what I deserve, what clever thing do you have to say that will make me feel better about the fact that the universe has decided to hold out on giving me the things I deserve?

5) “You’re looking in the wrong places.” This one’s particularly good. Because then I get to ask the follow up question of “then please tell me where I should be looking.” Tell me more about this magical land that you found your significant other? OH, was it WORK? Or was it the GYM? Or were you SET UP? Please tell me, because I guarantee, I have had some type of dating experience with someone from each place you say is the “right” place to look. You fuckheads seem to think all of us single people just go out to bars and get trashed and try to marry the first thing that buys us a round of shots. Just because I go to bars occasionally does not mean I have a belief I’m going to meet the man I’m going to marry in a Cabo Cantina. Consider that sometimes we just want some vodka and loud music. You know, to drown out your shitty dating advice.

6) ”You should try online dating!” And you should try seeing how much of your head you can fit into an oven. Internet dating is essentially Craigslist missed connections with direct messaging and a few more pictures of Carl’s body after a workout. OKCupid, Match.com, Christianmingle (WHY GOD, WHY) all of these sites are probably the WORST place to find real love. Love isn’t something that you should have to read manifestos and “6 things I can’t live without” sections to find. It’s probably one of the most inorganic ways to find someone, in my opinion, and I’m not knocking it, but there’s no way I’m setting up an online profile for the likes of James, the recently divorced father of three, and Tucker, the obsessive college junior with a wandering eye. I’ll be at the bar.

 

7) “You’re too picky.” OH, I’M SORRY. Please, lead me to your lair of Meatloaf look-a-likes and Frankenstein’s with kind hearts. Let’s be clear, I’m not picky, I’m just trying to make sure I don’t end up with someone half-blind, who is a closeted alcoholic, and has enough emotional baggage to figuratively crash a 747.

8) “Oh hey, but also, never settle.” I don’t even have anything to say for this. There’s too much rage from number 7.

 

9) “You need to put yourself out there more.” Unless I need to be naked on the corner of Santa Monica Blvd. cooking brownies, making sandwiches, throwing paychecks in the air and simultaneously holding twins, I think I’m doing a pretty good job. But hey, if you have any more advice on REALLY putting myself out there, let me know. Maybe existing as a human being and going places and meeting people in the world just isn’t enough.

10) “I’m Engaged!”

Love, Single People Everywhere "

 

 

I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you are not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again...

What I’ve learned about myself throughout my working career is that I get bored rather quickly.

Not only with the work, but people as well – friendships and lovers. If you irritate me more than once, chances are I’ll just sort of be over it.

Now before you think I’m a complete heartless fool with commitment issues, let me assure you that is not the case. People in my life who are important to me and visa-versa, can irate me to the max, and I won’t just be over it, seems to be the more trivial things and less important people who bore me, and which I then don’t have an issue at all just moving on.

This is also maybe a topic for another day – for now, let’s focus more on the work aspect of this.

 

As I’m busy job-hunting, again, as I am beyond bored at the current moment (words cannot describe this extent of boredom), I find myself wondering if I should not in fact just make an entire career change, do something completely different?

Then I start thinking that I’ll probably have to do some courses, and start at bottom level again, and all that goes hand in hand with that – training, salary cut, etc; alternatively I could go study again ( albeit that’ll have to be in 2015 – which makes it even worse) by the time I’m done, I’ll have to start looking for a job from scratch with no experience in that field, and all the challenges that go with that. And I’ll be in my early 30’s!!

 

Days like this, I remembered the below, which usually makes me feel better and in control and full of drive:

 

For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want.  You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing.  We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it.  And I hope you see things that startle you.  I hope you feel things you never felt before.  I hope you meet people with a different point of view.  I hope you live a life you’re proud of.  If you find that you are not,  I hope you have the strength to start all over again.    

                                                                                                                          – F. Scott Fitzgerald

 

This doesn’t always work – but mostly it helps, and I like to pretend that it was written especially for me…

So, if today (or any other day) you feel the same, and experience some internal struggles, be it about your career, the people in your life, or just plain you, I sincerely hope this gives you hope and strength.

I stongly recommend the below advise...

I have many friends celebrating birthdays and new career opportunities etc.  from end Jan onwards.

This goes out to all of them… and you – if you’ve recently moved into a new job, new apartment, new city or country.

I strongly recommend the below advise.

So read carefully and remind yourself of this daily.

 

                 Wherever life takes you, leave the place shaking,

            Disrupted and trying to imagine what it was like

             Before you came.

             Be a force for change.

             For pondering.

             And re-pondering.

            For love and the belief in the good of people.

             Go forth and be a force of the awesome.

             Do epic, terrifying, unheard of shit.

             Whatever makes you happy.

             And drugs.

             And do “bad” things.

             And fall in love.

             If nothing else, fall in love.

 

-          Jordan Lejuwaan

 

Now go forth and have an impact on others  and your surroundings.

this almost makes me want to say YOLO...

 

Happy Tuesday!!

Are you blissfully (un)aware ?

I'm no longer a hundered percent sure where exactly a read this quote, or by whom it was unfortunately - but it is beautiful and true.
Do't judge people based on one or two things that they do wrong in your eyes, or do not respond in the same way that you would, or that you think they should - everyone is differnt, thank the good Lord for that!
Respect them and get to know them.

I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be, but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see...

 Now go forth and learn to get to know people, and enjoy them for being different than you, and not exactly what you would like them to be.

Amandla!!

Happy Wednesday ( 2 more work days to go) :)

Interview turned Interrogation

To me the point of a CV is to state your case on exactly what you’ve done that might add value to you character and you education and work experience etc., in order for a prospecting company to evaluate you and see if you might fit the vacancy they have, and that you are a worthy candidate to come for an interview before they make their decision, right? Apparently not.

And the idea of an agent is to have your CV on hand, and send your profile as a decent candidate to a searching company, as you fall within the guidelines that they have specified? Also apparently not.

I have been for a couple of job interviews in my life, but this was my first cross-examination.

 

Here is how the story of my interview from hell unfolds:

 

I arrived 20 early, as I usually do, and to be more than punctual. The Interviewer walks through the door 2 min before the scheduled time, with a Lady-friend on his arm, greets me and asks me to give him 5 min. Sure, no problem, I say. Upon which he turns and walks to the bar where Lady-friend is waiting, he orders a bottle of wine, 2 glasses and ice-bucket, pays, and off to the room they go.

About 10 min later he emerges from the corridor, grabs one of the welcome drinks packed out in the reception, shots it down and walks my way.

(By this time I was not sure if I should get myself a drink as well; make a comment; or just pretend that this is a normal way for an interview to start. I decided on the latter.)

Interviewer inquires if I have a copy of my résumé, to which I reply that unfortunately I do not, as I have been told more than once by my agent that I do not need to bring anything along, and I know for a fact that my résumé has been emailed to him a week before, as well as the previous day. He looks at me with an “are you joking?” face. I respond that I am sure I have the copy sent to him on my email in my phone and can look for that. He says no, hands me a stack of paper and asks me to complete this while he goes to fetch his tablet in order to get my résumé on his email. 

I start writing the book in front of me – which has questions that has been answered on my CV already in full. But I write whilst I’m waiting for him.

Toward the end of the short novel I’m writing for The Interviewer, he returns, taking another quick shot of welcome drink – this is a good 10 – 15min later.

I’m left wondering if he does not have a swig of wine with Lady-friend that he has left all alone in the room to wait.

The Interviewer sits down and open my CV on his tablet, and starts reading through it, for a good 10min, it was very clear to see that he did not even glance through my CV before this very moment. He then goes on to tell me that almost everything in the short novel I just had to write is actually already in my CV. Now, this I am fully aware of, and so would he have been had he even glanced at it once in his room whilst likely having a glass of wine with Lady-friend.

I ask whether completing the book is still necessary as all the info required is on my CV? He responds yes, it is needed. So I carry on writing. By page 8 he start fidgeting, and my handwriting turns to crab-scrolls as I do speed writing. I realise that now the questions are no longer directed at me, my previous work or any qualifications or experience – this is now solidly based on the suppliers I currently and previously dealt with – what the factory names are, contact details, products they supplied, minimum amount of units and average cost; as well as the customers I currently supply as well as in the past – names, brand, contact details prices, units provided per month and the value of these orders.
In other words – this is now pure espionage.

 

Don’t  you just hate it when you go to an innocent job interview, which turns out to be an interrogation?

And not even about your own skillset or duties or previous jobs – but about the different companies your companies work with, including names and contact details of those people?
How well do I know the buyers? Were we ever on friendly terms, to such an extent that I still see any of them now, or am in contact with them?

It seems to me as though The Interviewer was purely out to get info so he could possible expand his business to those companies through the buyers.

The Interviewer further went on to inform me that my asking price is too high, even though I showed him my current cost to company. He then asked if salary was negotiable? I said no.

 

At the end of it all I left feeling violated and confused, and just plain pissed as The Interviewer did not interview me at all,  and was only interested in my contacts.

Better luck next time I suppose - as no interview can be worse than this...

Extreme Boredom...

Bored out of my mind has recently grown to be a reality of my everyday life.

And this dear reader is making me bilious, confused and just plain sad (and I fear a little dumber).

Look, everyone reckons they’ve been bored – but this has reached new levels.

Have you ever counted the amount of staples in a bar of staples? No? Didn’t think so.
Have you patiently, friendly and out of own freewill taken part in 20min telecon surveys and online surveys?

Have you offered to make pack lists for your family members for their ski holiday?
Offered to upload your friends’ CV’s on relevant websites?
Sent out your own CV to any and all recruiters you could possibly find?
Have you ever grown tired of Googling? WeHeartIt or StumbleUpon?

Searched for different Mandarin classes and French lessons on the internet?
Started playing Plants vs Zombies, as well as Tiny Thief on your iPhone?
Planned an overseas trip including a choice of 3 hotels per city, compared flight times and prices and looked for restaurants  (and the trip is not confirmed or reality – just for in case) ?

 

I have – all of the above.
The answer to how many staples in a row is 218.
Also I am slightly ashamed, but also a little proud on the inside that I have completed all levels in Tiny Thief in less than 5 days.
And no, I’m not unemployed – all of this I have done in less than a week, whilst being at work.

 

In essence dear reader – I’m asking and begging for all to send good karma, vibes, prayers and smoke signals my way so that I might find a different less brain cell extinguishing job asap.