Changed da house,
Changed da look.
BTW, my bathrobe's usually pink
and we don't have a fireplace.
Other than that,
it's pretty accurate...
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Saturday, May 07, 2005
~ Splendid Day ~
So I'm all happy and sunny and wearing baby pink again because I just had a SPLENDID DAY.
Splendid Day means not doing anything much of consequence. Splendid Day included reclaiming some of my old lifestyle habits back... like taking care of my hair and expanding my wardrobe. Splendid Day also meant not putting away the groceries because Beloved Husband whom I Adore and am Totally Sorry I Made His Week Awful Because I Had An Awful Week had lovingly gone home with everything after the grocery shopping, so as to leave me alone in a beeg beeg mall to have my Splendid Day.
I rewarded both of us with a big pot of chicken curry this evening. Splendid Day stipulates that all baby potatoes in home made curries shall turn out beautifully soft yet firm. Splendid Day also ensured just the right level of burn in the curry, and that none should splash on white shirt or baby pink jumper. Splendid Day left just enough curry to feed us both for another meal, so I won't need to think about cooking for either tomorrow or Monday afternoon.
It's been SUCH a needed reprieve. I'm not really sure what it was about this past week that made me shrivel up into a ball in the middle of it all and just weep. I'm sure it's accumulative somehow, coupled with an overall lower self-esteem because of the sad estate of my job hunt. I've said this before (although that was really more of a rant): serious job hunting is immensely draining, particularly when you always want to get it just right. I submitted two resumes this week, and while it was brilliant that I was called 10 hours later for a job interview, just the process of investing the time, energy, and emotion in each application ON TOP of a normal work week and a freelance job (and housework, and cooking...) left me almost bereft of the will to wear baby pink tops.
BTW, if you're a Singaporean, the bigger Australian companies tend to want a statement addressing their Selection Criteria. This, by far, is the biggest pain in the butt I've ever come across, with unwritten rules and codes on the 'right words', and the 'right technique of answering' and all that jazz. I've filled out 3 so far, and I don't get better at it each time. It's hard, hard work and easily demands a 1,000 word 'essay' on the absolute nothing you've achieved.
I had an interview with the airport yesterday. Yes, this was the interview that was offered 10 hours after I submitted my resume on Wednesday night. The interview was at half past ten in the morning and for a whole other set of reasons, I ended up at the airport 45 minutes early and $12 poorer. (There are no public buses going to the airport. Tony has decreed that if I do indeed get the post of Marketing Coordinator for the airport, I have to lobby Action Bus Services for buses to the airport. "It's just ridiculous, " he says.)
The job advert stated that they wanted, amongst other things, someone Creative, who Pays Attention To Detail, has Excellent Written Communication, has Proven Event Management Experience, and MIGHT HAVE a Working Knowledge of the Adobe Creative suite. Which is why I was caught completely off guard when the first question out of the Marketing Director's lips pertained to Macromedia Dreamweaver... and JAVA SCRIPTING.
Hello, if you wanted a Web Designer, SAY SO, LAH! Then I would have stayed clear of your job ad and saved myself the angst, a $12 bus fare, and half a day's sacrificed pay.
Round Two of Interview with Airport comes up on Wednesday. I am so not holding my breath, lor.
Didn't help the airport's PR when the bus driver of my $12 private bus ride from the airport MISSED MY STOP, and I ended up late meeting Tony by half an hour.
Meanwhile on the freelance design front, I got patronised on Thursday night into actually believing that I was stupid and paranoid for worrying that my artwork could not be sent by email. I was told I should quit worrying, and save myself or anyone else the unnecessary trip down to the printer when all I needed to do was to send the artwork by email "because printers have really big inboxes; they really DO! It's their JOB to get big files!"
Not 111mb ones, they can't!
I really should have known better. I DID THIS FOR A LIVING! How could I have been silly enough to be blindsided by someone whose knowledge of 'desktop publishing' stops at Microsoft Word? But blindsided I was and on Thursday night at 11.15pm, I was standing over a peaceful, sleeping Tony, trying to muster the courage to break it to him that I had to go to Fyshwick the next morning and he had to drive me there.
One day, I will look back at all this with fondness. For now, I am just hanging in there, totally grateful that I've married someone so patient with me.
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