Stuff

I lost 0.7 kgs last week. I'm happy with that, though it will be nice to catch up to where I was.

And my face is healing - it appears that my foundation, of all things, has helped immensely. (Those affected areas which have been concealed with foundation are healing much more rapidly than those left alone.)

Oh, I did the stuuupidest thing last night. After coming home from real estate school at 10 pm, I locked my keys in the car. Of course I did not realise this until 7:15 am this morning, when it was imperative that I leave for work, which currently starts at 8:30am, as it's the busy season (hence the fact that I was employed in the first place).

Cue major tanty. Swear words and general impatience all round. So dear, sweet Stu decided to spare the neighbourhood my fisherman impression, and let me take his shiny blue baby to work. And I just made it, with ten minutes to spare. So Stu won't be doing any housework for a week (Except ironing, for which I have no patience), to make up for the fact that he had to wait around for the RACV man to come, and then had to squeeze his lankiness into my darling little hatchback. Of course now we have had a second key made!

Mwah.

Mission Accomplished

Ask, and you shall receive.

About half an hour ago I was moaning about wanting to be permanent. Ten minutes later, I was offered a permanent consultant's role. Blogging works people!

Apparently they have been 'impressed with my attitude', and see potential in me. Nice!

So I went and celebrated by buying the fabulous dress from Laura Ashley which I have been coveting since I arrived here. (Laura Ashley is next door, which could be an issue, as they have the most delectable collection of skirts I have ever laid eyes upon).

This is going to be a great weekend!

Get a haircut, and get a real job

I'm really enjoying my new job, but am looking forward to feeling like 'one of the team'. You know the 'third wheel' feeling one gets when they join a new group? Well, I am beset with it at the moment, and hope it wanes before my contract expires.

About the contract, I am trying my hardest to endear myself to everyone, as I'm determined to secure myself a permanent position. This seems to be such a wonderful company to work for - quite progressive and relaxed, yet professional when it counts - and it would be a great place to set down roots. The role I'm fulfilling at the moment isn't exactly taking advantage of all of my abilities, but if I can show that I'm capable of more, hopefully a niche will be available for me. If all else fails and my contract isn't renewed, I should have real estate accreditation under my belt (if they don't defer the course again *grumble*).

Oh, and I have finally diagnosed my medical situation (which I should probably refer to a healthcare professional!).
I have developed a new crop of strange, inflamed, rashy bits all over my face and chest, which are far too round and specific to be just a general allergy. It seems that the tea tree oil which I had been using as an antiseptic to treat any little bumps or redness, is actually exacerbating the problem, and burning my skin wherever I apply it. Note to self - dilute! The drugs the doctor prescribed don't address that issue (just the infection I had), and I really don't know how to make the rashes go away. I have been able to disguise them (mostly) with makeup, but they're sooooo itchy, and a bit puffy, and moisturiser only soothes them temporarily.

And I do really need to get my hair looked at, it's getting too long, and the colour needs refreshing. I have regrowth - gross!

Hello!

Busy times, my friends.

Here is a sequence of events from the last few weeks.

- I am on my way to an interview, and receive a call from the company from whom I accepted my first offer of employment. "Can you start ASAP?" They ask. "Sure can - Friday?" I reply. So I have been working for a week and a half. Gee, isn't the working week long? Funny how one forgets these things.

- I received an offer from the other people, but only for part time work. As lovely as that would be, it is also lovely being able to pay the rent, so I said "No, thank you".

- I contracted a nasty infection, which spread into an awful rash. For which I took medication, causing more horrendously itchy, festy rashes and a propensity to burn easily. It also made me bloat up to zeppelin proportions, and as such I have gained 2 kgs, despite stringent point counting. I am coming off the medication, however it is interfering with my anti-baby tablets, so we have to resort to plan B for another two weeks. I hate plan B.

- My real estate course was meant to start tonight, however it has been postponed a week. It will be two nights a week, 6pm - 10pm. So for the next two months, I will resemble death warmed up. Don't mess with me.

- I bought a car. A cute little three door Excel, in a metallic oyster shade. It goes, I love it. Public transport, you're dumped. Man, am I glad to be getting out of that abusive, one-way relationship. But now I have a new neuroses to deal with - "Is my car okay?" will be running through my mind, on the continuous loop which already includes such worries as - Stu, hair, clothes, family, reputation, job, cat, blah, blah, blah. Joy.

- Oh, speaking of relationships, Valentine's was just lovely. Stu gave me a single, perfect rose, with a cute card containg precious words. He also took me to dinner at Sophia's, a new restaurant on the pier we've been eager to try. Huge, huge meals, as is typical of the mafia restaurant chain. And the weather was just gorgeous, so we strolled on the beach and watched the sunset - just my kind of Valentine's day - low key, yet still beautiful.

Mwah.

Oh, and...

I lost another 0.5 kgs last week.

Happy days!

Bubbye, Oprah.

As much as I have loved getting in touch with daytime television, and making the bed every day, I am delighted to say that I have been offered a job.

It's an admin role with a brokerage for financial services. It's full time, in the ritziest of Melbourne's south-eastern suburbs, working amongst a medium-sized friendly team. I'll be receiving more $ than I was at the Fizz Factory, and the proposed hours are fantastic.

The only aspect which could be viewed as a negative is the fact that it's only a five month contract. There is a possibility of extension, however, they want to assess the landscape before they add too many sheep to their flock. This, however, is actually a good thing. I have enrolled in the real estate representatives course, which I'll complete in evenings over the next few months. Those who know my soul are all too aware that it swells at the mere mention of real estate, and I would be thrilled to work in the industry. With a deadline to work towards, and certification under my belt, I can realise that dream.

I'm going to buy a car as soon as possible, as this new job is tricky to get to using public transport, which I detest anyways. It will also allow me to get between work and my course, and to be generally independent, thus more employable when I next have to search for work.

I actually have another interview for an entirely different kind of position on Wednesday, and I'm still going to go, if only for the chance to strut again in my hot hot hot new charcoal suit from Jacqui E. It's got a delicious flippy knee length skirt, and looks so cute with stockings and black heels. Curvy girls, get thee to Jacqui E, their clothes are beautifully styled, in lovely fabrics and sophisticated shades.

Hurray!