I don't discriminate against Dickheads

I generally don’t talk about my personal life (i.e. anything about me) in my blog. I do it deliberately for a couple of reasons: most importantly, I want to keep my private life to myself- it isn’t anybody else’s business. I also do it so it’s hard to hunt me down online, although I leave enough hints around that people who want to find me can. And also, my life is boring.

But occasionally I like to rant on what has been happening. So you’re going to have to put up with it.

I’m about a month into my new job. Am I enjoying it so far? I don’t know, but at least I don’t have the hatred of what I’m doing compared to my old job. It also feels like I haven’t settled in yet… I’m still spending some of my time on my ‘old job’ stuff, because although technically they’ve replaced me, they haven’t replaced the person who is replacing me, so to speak. I also have this underlying guilt about having to give my old boss so little notice (essentially 2 days) that whenever they need me, I’m there for them. Part of my ne job is implementing a new CRM system, so I’m getting to the part where I destroy people’s expectations on what they’re going to get. Again.

One of the other things I have to get used to is- how can I say it- the change in socio- economic status between my old workmates and my new workmates. At the one end of the room is a couple of people who talk Porsches all the time. I’m not kidding. One guy spoke for about 40 minutes on what he uses to wash the damn thing. At the other end are a couple of guys that just bought shares in racehorses so thats where their conversation veers. About time to mention that it’s a room full of men; not that I mind that part, but I think that my arrival got in the way of their dick jokes. Little do they know who they’re dealing with. So I haven’t found my place in the room yet, because what they talk about bores me senseless.

On top of that I have had to go corporate and am now in suits all day long. Need some pieces of flair, stat.

Outside work, my games of choice are Gears of War, Lost Planet and Crackdown. Footy season will start soon. We’re dog sitting again, this time, just for one of them while she’s on heat. Because there ain’t nothing like a bitch on the rag.

I was reminded the other day of one of my last memories of High School. We had found out where we were going to study at University (and where I went to school, everybody went to University). Someone who I didn’t know very well came up to me and asked where I was going, and I told her. Then she looked at me, with pity on her face, and said “I’m sorry”.

I had got into my chosen destination.

I’m just saying this to explain the joy I get when I found out how the dreams of these people get derailed. I’m not talking about the people who had a genuine talent and work hard to achieve what they want; I’m talking about the people that felt that success would come to them easily and reality starts to set in. Nothing feels better than to hear that their life isn’t as they planned.