Archive for August, 2006
Busy as the… contractually employed
Posted on August 31, 2006, by soph, under Uncategorized.
For someone who isn’t properly (i.e. full-time) employed, you’d be surprised at how occupied my days are turning out to be. Actually, I am too. And this is the clincher: I’ve been so busy I haven’t even had time to watch the entire season one of Grey’s Anatomy! Well, until today that is. Because last night I decided I was not going to do anything except get cracking on episodes three onwards of McDreamy first thing in the morning. It took me to… well, about ten minutes ago to finish the season. And it’s now 5pm (tells you what time I got up this morning huh). And I went out for lunch in between so factor that in.
Now I truly understand why my sister is obsessed with Patrick Dempsey.
Anyway, to those looking for an update, we’re both doing part-time/contract work and still looking for that elusive proper job. I went for an interview earlier this week, won’t know the results until tomorrow or next week, feeling alternately optimistic and not-so-optimistic depending on what time of the day it is. Right now, it’s sitting at not-so-optimistic though in the secret depths of my heart, I allow myself to admit that I really want this job. Details to come… but only if I get it.
In the meantime, contract work is (still) serving us well and I’ve got a meeting lined up in just under two hours (and you thought Australians didn’t work past 5). Oh and I have to get season two of Grey’s.
By the way, I almost forgot but Happy Merdeka!
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oopsie!
Posted on August 19, 2006, by soph, under Uncategorized.
many thanks to Joy for pointing out the Patrick Dempsey boo-boo. I cannot believe I confused House with Grey’s Anatomy!
for the record, Patrick Dempsey is the absolutely dreamy-charming doctor from Grey’s Anatomy and I should totally know that. But I’m still having visions of a leaping, twirling, serenading Hugh Jackman.
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The Boy From Oz
Posted on August 18, 2006, by soph, under Movies Music TV.
I splashed out on AUD$150 tickets to watch The Boy from Oz musical last night with my sister, and boy (pardon the pun) I was so, so, so glad I did. I’d even watch it all over again if I made a living printing money (isn’t this ironic considering my previous post) and this time, I’d buy AUD$500 tickets!
The choreography was amazing and it was all so creative. There was so much spontaneity it even felt like a stand-up comedy show at times. Hugh Jackman was so witty and smart and there were so many intertextual references from entertainment, sport, politics…
I swear, if I ever get to watch it again (and I probably won’t), it won’t just be because of Hugh Jackman. He was just the biggest, loveliest bonus. But oh my lord (he says that a lot throughout), you need to see this man sing and play the piano and dance. I can never look at him as Wolverine again, not that I really liked that pointy hairdo and facial overgrowth to begin with.
Pause for happy sigh.
Most of you probably don’t know what Boy From Oz is about. My sister and I didn’t either, until we actually watched it. Hugh Jackman was performing his Tony award-winning role in Melbourne and damned if I was going to check out the synopsis before buying those tickets. Anyway, it’s about this Australian songwriter Peter Allen. Now go google the synopsis.
I shall refrain from gushing every last detail because it would take too long and I have a feeling it looks much better in the recesses of my memory than it would on a blog, but suffice to say my sister went in completely devoted to Patrick Dempsey (of House) and came out contemplating camping out in Rod Laver Arena in the dire hope of catching Mr. Jackman making his exit. (We gave up that idea soon after. If we lost our way going to the tram stop, the chances of us locating the staff/back entrance probably isn’t going to be very high at all.)
I shall also just say that my sister is completely in love with his massive biceps and we are two of only 10,000 people in Melbourne who caught a glimpse of the Jackman… err, package, last night. It’s not part of the script, by the way.
Pause for flashback of a singing, dancing, piano-playing Hugh Jackman.
But seriously, (because I know all this gushing has just about destroyed my credibility), the show is superb. I would give almost anything to be involved in choreography of that magnitude and creativity. Or a production of that standard. Or anything with Hugh… okay I should stop.
Just go see the show if you get the chance. You can get a sneak peek here. He’s absolutely brilliant in it (look, he did win the Tony okay?) and I wish I was back in that blissful little bubble called a stage musical again.
Isn’t it simply awful how you have to walk out of a wonderful production with that terrible jarring-back-to-reality feeling?
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When I was brushing my teeth.
Posted on August 18, 2006, by soph, under Psychobabble.
In the midst of all the talk and thought on jobs and houses and money, I was suddenly struck with a terrible cloud of gloom while brushing my teeth two nights ago - an unexpected feeling of having absolutely no real purpose in looking for work. Besides earning money. And that’s not so much a purpose as it is a reason and a means. No money means no house no petrol for car no food no holiday no shopping.
Yes, even though the dictionary claims purpose and reason are both just about the same thing, they are not. Not in my head they aren’t. Oh dear. At just 24 years old, I’m having a midlife crisis. It’s all very good and well to have a job now, but are we to toil 30 years for… money? Sure, I enjoy what I do now, but what about ten years from now, or twenty years from now? Achievement, you say? Sense of accomplishment? Making a difference in the world? Inventing a cure for cancer (sorry, I’m an arts student)?
Tim said something rather funny in church last week. He said the modern church goes around preaching at us to ‘make a difference’, as if we’re not already making a difference.
Taking that thought further, I guess everything we do, big or small, changes something in the physical and the cosmos. Heck, eating that chocolate biscuit makes a difference because it was the last one and now there are no more chocolate biscuits left for anyone else ha ha.
If nothing else, this confirms one thing - I have absolutely no career ambition. I am perfectly happy to sit in a corner and type frantically on a keyboard in my own little world, but seriously, for the next 30 years? Either I was supposed to run away with the circus, or I really lack the wiring in my brain. But then again, I already knew that.
Much to the dismay of certain individuals I may add.
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mondaymorning
Posted on August 14, 2006, by soph, under Uncategorized.
9.19am. My brain woke up at around 7.43 this morning; my eyes followed 4 minutes later. I suppose it is a good sign when one has so much to do she snaps awake in the early hours and refuses to go back to sleep because too many to-dos and thoughts are already doing morning laps in her head. Especially when one is not quite fully and properly employed - yet.
Now I begin to wonder what were the many things that made me start Monday at 8am. Ah yes, work. While we continue our job hunt, I’m keeping myself occupied with research and administrative work that I’m getting paid by the hour for. A position has become available for part-time PA, doing exactly what I’m already doing. Should I take it? It would certainly be challenging and don’t I love a challenge? And so while I mull it over, it seems I’ll be juggling several roles after all (no full-time job for this young lady), because with a contracted project with a language school lined up and some freelance writing work on hand, I probably shouldn’t leap into the big big world of 8/5 employment.
It’s just that, well, it all seems too easy to just… work from home, though I have a sneaking suspicion the abovementioned young lady isn’t quite disciplined enough to stop when she should and therefore is more than likely to end up putting in something like 10 hour days in the comfort of home. It does mean we’ll be saving oodles on my transport and eat-out expenses though.
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Update
Posted on August 9, 2006, by soph, under Uncategorized.
It’s been a while.
Since then, I’ve turned 24, continued to be awed by the generosity and hospitality of our friends, made a habit of walking our friends’ nine-year-old daughter to school and back, kept myself occupied with freelance stints helping out another friend, playing (and losing terribly) at memory games, and faithfully watching a general knowledge game show every weekday. Among other things, of course.
I’ve also discovered the joys of Grey’s Anatomy Season Two and House Season Two. Oh and the latest reality television offering - Dancing On Ice.
I’m considering turning freelance and juggling projects solo, as opposed to getting a full-time job. The thought is oh-so-tempting, but I’ll have to wait and see how the finances stack up as a freelancer. Plus, I kinda want to try life with a full-time job here, because as usual, I’m fascinated and amused by all things new and unknown.
We may not have found full-time jobs yet, but we have medical insurance until October 2012. Oh the beauty of a sky-high-tax society.
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to-do List
Posted on August 3, 2006, by soph, under Uncategorized.
Temporary Mobile Phone… Check
Bank Account… Check
Health insurance… Check
Tax File Number… Check
Jobs…
Now that’s the problem.
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