Work is absolutely amazing.
It's my third day now and I'm slowly banding together.
Tuesday is Tennis day (where they... play tennis, during lunch) and Wedneday is Touch Rugby day (same, they play it during lunch). Friday they drink at the pub (aptly named 'henry henry', seriously) for 'company bonding' and over the weekends, nobody comes into work unless it's deadline week. Today 'my' people are playing against the FHM people so... should be good. Touch Rugby. Hmm. Imagine, me. ...
I have my own email (YAY! christabel.campbell@emap.com.au) which I have been lusting for for aaggeeesss, and my charming little desk. I work for Snowboarding, Outdoor, AMB (australia mountain bike) and whoever else needs some extra help. I have about 9000 songs to listen to, and colleagues whose company I'm fitfully beginning to dote on. Lawfully, work hours are from 9am - 5.30 pm (spectacularly short, I know) but nobody turns up till about 9.30. Yesterday I was in at 9 and the reception wasn't even opened! I had to turn on the lights so... you get the idea. It's nice. People don't work unnecessarily here, and still they manage to produce such amazing pieces of work with such a wide sales scope and readership. Also, in Singapore I went out to buy about two dozen shirts assuming that the dress code here would be like most places, but my colleagues (being the surfer/skater/mountain biking/snow boarding Australians that they are) turn up for work in board shorts, baggy jeans, t shirts, sunglasses and cap, and a very comfortable converse. I've since adapted the more relaxed style so as not to feel detached from the outfit flow. At lunch yesterday an intern from Greece (I stand to be corrected) turned up in a suit and it was... very irrelevant, to say the least.
Aside from work, the home has been good. Mara, our flatmate who is the Features and Motor Editor of FHM is such great company, and I'm already dreading leaving this place. It has also been re-established that Henry is one of the most pampering boyfriends in the world! Seeing as how he does my laundry, cooks breakfast while I'm in bed (fresh juice and eggs and toast... mmm), cooks dinner while I play PS or go online, fixes the bed (when he remembers to) and makes me nice baths. Ahh. Such overindulgence. Yes. :) I'm quite useless when it comes to cooking and such so it's good that he is... inclined and one with cutlery and the mechanics of a kitchen...and house...and broom...and washing machine... and... etc. etc. etc.. We've also started having these conversations before bed and slowly I'm beginning to see how to not only make things work but make it truly glorious; a life experience.
We've been watching Harry Potter - done with the first two and now we just need to move on to the next one. This weekend, due to Easter so we have (Good) Friday and next (Easter) Monday off; it's going to be one long long weekend! As much as I'd love to pop by Melbourne, we're probably going to spend our long weekend sleeping and watching dvds. :) My church (Hillsong!) is going to have some.. thingy on on Sunday so we'll do that too.
Well. This is a much more stoic entry than the one before. My dad is just making things difficult, and after 9 years of this it, in reality I shouldn't be affected anymore. But sometimes you just can't help that elicited upheaval. Sometimes.
x
Noise: Understand this is a Dream by The Juliana Theory.
P.S. Pictures, they come later.
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Harry Potter? Humph. About bloody time. ;p
Your dad? Oh dear. What's he doing now? msg me.
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