Getting It Off My Chest

18 02 2012

I may have a simplistic and naive view of the world, but it angers me to the core that in a world with so much war, disease, poverty, hunger, drug culture, to name but a few items, that the news media and so many government and religious leaders are so singularly focused on denying individuals (in this case those who wish to have their same sex relationship recognised) of what should be, a basic right of existence.

If you believe your actions are supported by your God.  Then you can have Him/Her to yourself.
Your Dogma is flawed, and your God is not worthy of me.

I respect religion, and those who find solace and strength through it, but that respect does not extend to the Zealots and self righteous.

Purge complete, time to resume my day!



Suck It Up Whiner!

31 03 2010

Ok, I’m up for a rant, this is going to be a therapeutic text based purge and then I’m going to move on with my life.

Here goes.

I bowled tonight with one of my friends, one of my competitive friends…

We’ve both had bowling lessons, and there’s always some healthy competition between us, with each of us doing the best we can do out bowl the other.

Tonight, for the second time in a month I had the highest overall pin total.  By one, that’s right, ONE pin.  Admittedly I’m pretty happy about that but I like to consider myself gracious whether I’ve won, or lost.

Not so my bowling partner.  Last time I won a tantrum and sulk ensued that even managed to get publicised on Facebook.  Tonight came with an outburst as well.  It’s kind of funny, but also kind of tedious.  For god’s sake it’s a game.

Not to mention I’ve been bowling badly for weeks now.  Admittedly I’ve been battling Pneumonia, but I still get frustrated.  But I do my best to smile regardless of the outcome.


Ok, that’s my purge, now to move on with my life.  We won 2 out of 3 games tonight, and won overall pin tally.  So a good night overall, especially given we were 2 people playing against 4.  We both did very well.


Dirty Bastards!

7 01 2010

Well as expected I didn’t bowl quite as well tonight as I did yesterday, but I ended my last game with a respectable 190 excluding handicap, so I’m not too upset.  The main issue for the night, the lane computer was faulty, for the entire 3 games, it miscounted everyone’s bowling.  You could get a strike without bowling, and have a strike or spare counted as nothing when you did bowl.   Very frustrating.  In the end, in conjunction with the other team we ended up scoring manually, along with having one of the staff sitting at the console manually altering every game.

Very tedious, not to mention slow.  We usually finish around 9-9.30, last night it was 10.30.  

As for the dirty bastards…   During a bathroom break I unfortunately witnessed 3 consecutive people use the bathroom and then walk back out without washing their hands.

GROSS!!  You may know where your hands have been, but I certainly don’t.  Never before have I been happier that:
A)  I wash my hands, and use paper towel or my sleeve to open the door to leave the room once my hands are dried.
B)  I have my own bowling ball, so I know where it’s been and who’s hands have been in it.
C)  I carry hand sanitiser in my bowling bag, and in the car.

Call me paranoid, I’m certainly not a germphobe, but some people are just gross.  As it is I’ve already got a cold that someone so “generously” shared with me, I’m happy to leave my exposure to anything else at a minimum.

Ok, that’s my rant done.  Hooroo!


24 07 2009

It’s been over three years since I’ve been employed, and to say I’m getting frustrated would be a very large understatement.

I started applying for jobs here a full year before I left Australia, and the three years since.  That’s four years of job hunting.  I’ve had responses, I’ve even had job offers, and offers of “cash under the table”.  But since I require a Work Visa to work here I’ve either been declined for a position, or declined myself.

Accepting a cash job may sound like a good idea, but it’s not.  Very much not!  Not only would it be a breach of my current Visa, which is a Visitor’s one, but if I breach it, which for anyone out there reading, I very much WILL NOT be doing, the consequences are dire.  Immediate deportation, and a life time ban from American soil.   That’s a whole lot of soil, and a large portion of the world marked off limits.  A risk I’m not prepared to take.

I think it’s safe to say that I’ve literally made thousands of job applications, many I’ve never had any return correspondence from, some I have.  The ones I have heard from have sounded promising until I’ve mentioned the requirement to be sponsored for a Work Visa, to which on every occasion I’ve received a polite sorry, no, good luck etc.

Well I’ve had enough.  It’s even more insulting when my own partner tells me that I should just keep applying.  When exactly is enough, enough?

Not only did I put my career, and in some parts my life on hold to give him an opportunity at his own career, I sold my car, a large amount of my belongings, and I’ve been unemployed for over three years.  Without my own income, my savings have steadily dwindled, and I’m bored out of my mind.

So I quite rightly, in my mind I think I’m well within my rights to suggest as much, requested that he start considering either a transfer or resigning and returning to Australia.

You’d have thought I’d asked for a kidney, actually both of them.  It’s not exactly a pleasant experience being made to feel ungrateful, unreasonable and selfish for wanting to actually be able to make a living and have an income to be able to contribute, and be able to purchase things without having to ask, or often beg, for permission.

Even today, just to have lunch with a friend, I had to ask which card (bank) I was allowed to use.  Pretty bloody ridiculous given I’m an adult.  But that’s how it is, and it’s just the tip of the iceberg.

Oh, and it’s always fun being told in public, and often in front of friends, “Well I pay for everything.”  Some day soon my patience will evaporate instantly when I hear that comment and the response may be a punch in the mouth.

I’ve paid, believe me, I’ve paid, and if I had the finances to do so, I’d be on the next plane out of here, and that same person would be on their own, and right now, I can pretty happily tell you, I’d not look back or regret the decision.

If you’re going to treat me like a financial prisoner you may just end up with a mutiny on your hands!


Missed by a week

18 06 2009

and a bit…

With all the chaos of the last few weeks, I completely overlooked that my Blog turned 3 a little over a week ago, on June 11.  Happy Birthday/Anniversary.

As of June 2, it’s also been three years since I’ve been employed.  A fact that is fast becoming a sore point.  A very sore point.  Despite all my attempts, I’m growing resentful, and it certainly doesn’t help when the person that I put my life on hold for spends every waking moment attached to a computer or television screen.

Patience is wearing very, very, thin.  Thin enough that I’m seriously contemplating a return to Australia.  Recent events have given me a little more clarity on life, and it doesn’t make sense to continue being in stasis for someone who’s unappreciative.

I’ve made the sacrifices, and my enthusiasm has been waning for quite some time, as has become apparent in the lack of enthusiasm in my blogging.  I’ve been reading over past entries since the inception of my blog, and the spark just isn’t there anymore.

I guess we’re just going to have to see what happens.  Growing older doesn’t worry me, trying to find work as I get older does.  Terribly.  I left Australia and a job I loved when I was 33, now I’m 36 and due to Visa restrictions am unemployed.

For the record, I’m not depressed due to my Father’s passing, as someone pointed out.  That is not the crux of my problem, I’m still grieving, but had he still been alive, my situation wouldn’t be any different.

Ugh!  Over it!

Greedy Bastards!

3 06 2009

Not that I need the extra stress right now, but we recently were called to a meeting at my Grandmothers Aged Care Facility for them to tell us they’re closing down.

Their excuse, “there’s no demand”.  The reality, the facility and surrounding retirement village is located on prime land, that until recently was under a 100 year covenant.  Now they’re selling it for development and evicting the residents.

So after spending the last couple of weeks already fighting the good fight in paper warfare, now I’m at it again.  Well more accurately, still.  Only this time I’m also driving around checking out alternative facilities, collecting the relevant applications, and completing the files, all in the hope of finding my Nan a new home.

I’ve found a place that I think will be perfect.  Mum and I checked it out on Monday.  Today we took my Nan back to have a look herself.  So far she loves it, and has said it’s an upgrade on where she lives.

This afternoon I’ve been completing applications like a madman, sourcing paperwork and making sure everything was in order, before diving into the car and hightailing it back to the facility to submit her application.

Apparently we’ll find out on Friday afternoon if her application is successful.



1 06 2009

Well, this trip has had everything.  Death, Plague, Pestilence…   Is there something that I’m missing.

Just when I thought I was finally over the flu drama, I woke up this morning with Conjunctivitis.


Just for good measure, now I have a migraine.

That’s it!  I’ve had it!  I’m going to bed and staying there!