Last sunday my little brother needed to go to the hairdresser to cut off all his horrible dirty hair and beard. Being a guy he doesn’t put too much thought into who cuts his hair and he goes to Just Cuts at the local Mall. Their motto is “Style cuts for everybody” and I assumed that would mean they’d be capable of cutting my hair. I usually go to a (cheaper) hairdresser that doesn’t happen to be open on sundays and my little brother offered to pay for me to have a haircut.
The hairdresser who cut my hair doesn’t speak english as her first language and I could just as well be blind without my glasses because my hair looks like a brown and pink blob. I told her I wanted my hair chin length and layered and explained that my hair has a natural wave that makes the layers look good. SHE THEN PULLED OUT SOME HAIR STRAIGHTENING TONGS AND FLATTENED MY HAIR!!!!! The entire time she was cutting my hair I felt horrible and every time I tried to talk to her about what she was doing she didn’t seem to be understanding me. I ended up sending Just Cuts an email through their website (with a fake phone number, I didn’t want to have to talk to them) and I got an email back saying she “has worked for me for the last 18 months I’ve never had a complaint like this about her. I spoke to her today and she was very upset to have caused you so much heartache. She has agreed to have an intensive English course so that others will not have the same terrible experience as you.” That made me feel kind of guilty that I’m the only one who’s had a problem, but it still doesn’t take away from the fact that she’s ruined my hair and I have to wait for it to grow so I can get it re cut properly.
Ooookay not exactly something I can say as an explanation as to why I’ve been away from Rock ‘n’ Roll for so long…I went back last night after my dietician (nice but skinny lady) told me I wasn’t exercising enough. I knew Rock ‘n’ Roll would tire me out quickly and would be a good starting point for exercise (I enjoy it when I’m not in pain). The reason why I originally stopped going was because after 10 years or so of going and never having a regular partner to practise with was getting annoying, and it was doing hell with my feet. I got through one and a half hours of RnR tonight before I decided I was going to stop torturing myself.
It annoys me a little that the people at RnR don’t even bother to try and understand why I stopped going in the first place. Their response to my lack of stamina was “you should get out walking more every day”. Setting aside the obvious BIID issues I have with walking it makes my feet hurt. I know losing weight would ease the pain but I’d really rather not get there causing myself more pain than I need to.
Oh well, I’ll last longer next time!
We went to our local RSA tonight for tea to celebrate Mum and Dad’s 33rd wedding anniversary. They must have wanted it to be a special night out together as a family because they paid for the whole thing (that never happens now that us kids are adults). We turned up, signed in, ordered and then sat around at our table for over an hour waiting for our meals and listening to Dad’s slightly sexist views on having conversations with females. “You gotta wedge yourself into the conversation when they take a breath otherwise you’ll not get a chance until half an hour after they’ve moved on to a different topic!”
Dad and my younger brother ordered medium rump steaks. Since when was medium “sopping with blood”? I’d ordered the roast pork and it was incredibly watery and fatty. They gave me a fairly large serving of pork but I could only eat half of it. Maybe it’s just the fact that we don’t get pork at home (mum hates eating pigs). Mum had ordered scallops and the cooking staff had completely forgotten about her order. She was standing at the counter waiting for them to batter and not fry the scallops enough. She said they were completely tasteless.
I realise I’m moaning a lot. The menu at the RSA is pretty much the same as any other club you’ll go to in New Zealand. Why is it then that some kitchens manage to cook easy pub meals better than others?
We got our pudding from the supermarket to save money. The boys got double chocolate and cookie ice cream and a chocolate mud cake. Mum and I bought boysenberry ice cream and thick custard to pour over it. If I wasn’t feeling so yucky from the pork I would have enjoyed it more. It’s just a shame that my parents wedding anniversary was tainted so.
I got a new MP3 player last friday. My old one was an old 1 gig flashdrive style player and it stopped recharging a while ago. I bought this one for $79 and it has 8 gigs on it! Pretty good considering an 8 gig Ipod Nano costs $238 NZD! The first thing my older brother said when I showed it to him was “why didn’t you get an Ipod? This player is way more annoying to use!” At this point all I can say is I’m broke, my “budget advisor” wouldn’t have let me spend more than $100 and considering what my old mp3 player was this one is a vast improvement. The touch controls are a bit annoying. They don’t work when you always want them to then you accidentally do things you don’t want (like making the book your reading on it scroll through at 1 page per second). The USB connection to the computer is fairly straight forward but it doesn’t seem to be all that reliable. I had to disconnect then reconnect the cable several times while loading my music onto it.
Beggers can’t be choosers I guess.
BTW my brothers used all our internet up. My older brother had forgotten to disable some big downloads he had going and my younger brother is a youtube freak. He has no grasp of how big youtube files are. I ended up giving mum $20 to cover any extra usage of mine because once we go over our data cap (40 gig, I hear the shocked gasps out there but consider this is a house where all 5 members use the internet and 3 are computer geeks…) we pay $20 per gig. It resets in 9 days but I dunno if I could wait that long to go without.
In more ways than one it seems! I’ve just finished the six month contract with my job and am officially unemployed again. It means that I have more time to catch up on all the stuff I’ve been meaning to do but haven’t because I didn’t want to waste my free time with more work. I don’t want to be unemployed for too long, I’m hoping they’ll decide to renew my contract for another six months or that another job will come along. I don’t want to lose my motivation.
Where do I stand at the moment? I’ve now paid off two credit cards, two overdrafts and one personal loan and my car loan will be paid off this September. Yay! It’s quite an achievement I’ve been told. I took the slow route of getting myself out of trouble rather than taking the easy route (options like declaring bankrupsy).
I’m partly hoping that I don’t get a permanent job. I’ll be happy if I just have temporary/contract work for the rest of the year as I’m planning on going to study a Commerce and Admin degree next year and I’ll be strongly tempted to put those plans on hold if I have a good permanent job. I just wanna get outa mum and dad’s home and go back to living my own life. The psychologist told mum and dad I was unlikely to ever be cured of my BIID and anything he does is just a stall…Mum still thinks I’m “working through it” and that I’ll not be using my wheelchair again. I think Dad knows it, he stops Mum when she tries to open up the can of worms.
It’s so weird being awake at 1 am and not having to worry about getting up tomorrow. I’ll be waking up at a decent time thursdayish, the first few days are my holiday.
Anyone wanna hire a data entry/office admin chick 
I’ve been eating a lot of friend rice lately. It seems to be the only decent fast food I can buy that I can eat, everything else has gluten in it. It’s a good thing I’m going through a phase where I like the taste of fried rice. I talk about it with such “enthusiasm” that my workmates occasionally have cravings for fried rice.
I’ve had an all right time at work. It’s a matter of learning all the little intricacies that make the job enjoyable. There’s a man there that I’m scared 0f, he yelled at me recently and I’ve been scared to be in the same room as him ever since. Fortunately we only ever see him once or twice a week. One of my workmates is struggling a little bit. She has issues with depression and she’s feeling a lot of pressure with problems with her older sister at the moment. She seems to be uninterested in anyone pulling her out of her hole and every time someone tries she gives them a long rant about how everything we try is pointless. I’m trying to be a good friend and be there to support her but she’s annoying me and I get a little testy.
Molly is 11 months old now. She’s going to obedience classes tomorrow for the very first time. Personality wise she’s a cross between Winnie the Pooh and Hairy Mclary from Donaldson’s Dairy. She has fluff between the ears and a desire to wander so tomorrow will most definately be a test of my patience.
Here I am upset again. I’m thinking this time it was partly tiredness that came into play. I didn’t get to bed til midnight last night and because I work now I woke up at 7:30 am this morning. Relatives appeared today and apparently they’ve been here for a couple of days but no one thought it was necessary to tell me of this fact. They then went round to my aunt’s house, my parents followed and then shortly after came back home. My little brother and I decided we’d go round there too but we weren’t fast enough.
I’m embarrassed more than anything. I don’t quite know why I feel embarrassed. All I could say to Mum was “doesn’t any of our relatives want to spend time with us?” She has no clue why I’m upset.
Well, as of tomorrow I am officially employed. AKA it’ll be my first day at work and I’m so scared I’ll screw up. Because it’s a job in my city centre and I’m not going to pay $20 a week just to park my car I’m gonna have to go into town really early to find a park then walk the rest of the way to work. I hope I don’t have to walk far, I don’t want my feet to hurt before I even get to work.
In some ways I’m lucky. One of the other people starting at this job is an old school friend and she seems to have turned out into a nice adult. We should be good working together. The poor dog will be stuck in the conservatory all day. Who knows what trouble she’ll get up to, she’ll be bored to tears being on her own for the first time for longer than an hour. Not to mention all the “bodily fluids” she’s gonna deposit all over the floor. She seems to fear going outside to go toilet if we aren’t with her. It’s funny, Dad refused to let us have a cat flap when we only had cats and german shepherd dogs but once we got Molly, a cat sized dog Dad put a cat flap in so she could go toilet outside….and the damn dog refuses to go toilet outside.
Wish me luck…I didn’t get as much of a chance to relax this weekend as I would have liked. I cleaned my room last week, took three days, so I had to do all my washing on saturday and then Mum decided I had to clean the house on sunday. I couldn’t say no because I needed the money for this week in case I need it. I’ve been trying to cover all my bases with this new job.
I only hope I manage to get to sleep tonight, a whole pile of people are excited about this job for me.
Finally! After two years of constantly explaining to people “I don’t have a job because I can’t stand long enough to do most jobs” I have a job 
I won’t go into too many details but the job involves digitizing evidence and paperwork and putting it all onto computers. It’ll be sitting down all day and it’ll be great My Mum is over the moon and has already planned a pot luck tea to celebrate. I start this job on the 17th and I’m really excited.
My mother is driving me even more crazy and I didn’t know that was possible!!!! I have a job interview this Friday for a really good job that I have a 2/3 chance of getting. My mother is sucking all the fun out of it and she’s seriously stressing me out. I’ve spent the better part of today looking for shoes, pants, trying to justify to relevant government departments why I need to wear shoes at an interview, buying water, recounting the events of the day, trying to eat lunch, having Mum call and interrupt my lunch. By the end of the day I was worn out and ready to relax. Round about that time Mum decided to play dress up wanting to see my entire wardrobe to see what I’ll be wearing. In short I hate shopping and I hate playing dress-up. She’s finally appeased for the night happy with what I’ll be wearing (including jewellery and underwear!!!!) and I’ve told her she’s not allowed to annoy me unless it involves food. I’ll give her approximately an hour before she comes in to nag me about something else related to the interview.
This has been driving me up the wall so much I’m kinda wishing I never had this interview. All I hope is I don’t screw any of this up and end up stuck at home longer than I am already.
General Stuff | Sophie | 
9 March 2010 4:43 pm | 
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