So I've got a new job :D
Have to sort out all the logistics etc next week but basically have been taken on by X and am going down to the mine for a week/fortnight to meet the team and see what the situation is before I have to make a final decision. I'm not going to say no though.
I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY RIGHT NOW!
To finish a great day I'm going for drinks with some people tonight so all I need is to meet a girl or four and this will be the best day of the last 6 months!
30 January 2009
29 January 2009
Oh the sweet irony of it all...
Being the poor sad bastard that I am I was thinking on my way here to use the internet and had a realisation. For the last 11 years I've despised the type of person that swaggers around in expensive clothing with expensive coffee acting like they're far more important than everyone else. So called "privileged" people make me want to hurt them. Yet there I was walking along in my rather nice shoes/trousers/shirt recently purchased from a 'gentlemans outfitters' no less, with my Oakley sunglasses on, holding a large cup of overpriced American coffee with a straight in my mouth and David Grey on my MP3 player... Oh the sweet, sweet irony. I've actually become that which I've railed against so many times. It's what's on the inside that counts though, right??
Anyway, there's bugger all to say apart from that. My boss is still adamant that both these mining companies have been hassling him to employ me but I've left messages and sent emails to both of them and not heard a peep... Grrr. It's really hot here still, not been below 25 degrees since I've been back and I still haven't fixed my air-con so sweating profusely is the order of the day.
Not feeling particularly happy about anything right now but am sustained by the hope of getting some proper work and a pay rise then a motorbike, I'm actually fantasising about how great it's going to be to ride out into the bush. I miss everyone like crazy and I'm fully aware that the postcards I promised in September are still sitting on my table... whoops.
That's all for now... comment people, comment!
Anyway, there's bugger all to say apart from that. My boss is still adamant that both these mining companies have been hassling him to employ me but I've left messages and sent emails to both of them and not heard a peep... Grrr. It's really hot here still, not been below 25 degrees since I've been back and I still haven't fixed my air-con so sweating profusely is the order of the day.
Not feeling particularly happy about anything right now but am sustained by the hope of getting some proper work and a pay rise then a motorbike, I'm actually fantasising about how great it's going to be to ride out into the bush. I miss everyone like crazy and I'm fully aware that the postcards I promised in September are still sitting on my table... whoops.
That's all for now... comment people, comment!
20 January 2009
Well Fuck Me Sideways...
As much as I was completely dreading coming back to Oz it seems that things may not be quite as bad as they seemed. The journey was actually pretty good, I slept for almost the whole of the 14hrs from Dubai to Sydney so no jetlag (so far) and I was back in Newcastle by 11am which gave me plenty of time to clear up the mess… A few of you might remember my sudden realisation in the pub that I’d turned off my fridge/freezer before I left! I had to throw away all my food so I’m now living off peanut butter sandwiches (pretty good deal eh?) and stale teabags.
The Bleeding Through gig was FUCKING INCREDIBLE. Yes, that does deserve capitals. The support was great musically but the guitarist for Between The Buried and Me is a cunt. For a start he was wearing white angel wings which made him look ridiculous and then he spent most of their set facing backwards towards the amps. His face never changed and he barely moved… great showmanship you prick! I paid good money to go and see a live show and I expect a show! If I just wanted music I’d have illegally downloaded their albums instead and he wouldn’t have earnt a penny. Anyway, As Blood Runs Black were pretty good too though I only caught the last half of their set.
Bleeding Through were actually awesome, by far the best gig I’ve been to in a long, long time. I really wish I’d taken my camera but I would have probably lost it in the pit… the whole place went mental and there were some mental circle pits in a room smaller than my office. I also now have a MASSIVE crush on their keyboard player… I don’t know who the hell she is but damn is she hot! I kept being distracted by her cleavage every time she started head banging, in fact that was one of the best things about her, she really got into it. There’s nothing worse than a keyboard player who stands there looking awkward or embarrassed, she went for it and really added to the show. The absolute climax for me was when they played “kill to believe” at the end; BEST FUCKING SONG EVER. That made the gig for me, was a great ending to a good day.
I did however meet a girl (ooooh!) but as you’ll read it really wasn’t such a great thing. Here is an open letter to all such women:
Dear Madam/Slut/Sponger,
After meeting you last night I am writing to say that you disappointed me immensely. When you first approached I saw that you were in fact, quite pretty, and that you had a figure to match. Our initial conversation was pleasant and I had entertained thoughts of buying you a drink and possibly getting your number later on in the evening. I was perfectly happy to give you a cigarette as I was unaware at the time that you were only using this as a pretext for conversation. I did in fact see you coughing your guts up shortly after due to you being a pathetically weak-lunged specimen. It all went downhill however when you let slip that you are unemployed and have no plans to do anything but sponge off the state for the next few years. Get a fucking job you cunt! Then you had the bare-faced cheek to ask me for cash for a drink… over my stinking dead corpse!
Thanks to you being such a scrounging waste of space I then had to devote a good 10mins to thinking up methods of escape/brutally killing you. This distracted me from the gig which I’d paid good money for, you STI infested whore!
My only compliment to you is that you manage to ensnare men with complete ease, yes I did see you sneak off round the corner with one of the roadies for 5mins… I’m amazed it even took you that long.
So in conclusion all I have to say is that I honestly hope you catch AIDS and die alone and in pain somewhere far, far, away.
Yours,
RTC
So onto more good news… I’ve got another job lined up This one would be similar to the consultancy type work south of Sydney but the mine in question is practically inside the city. It’s another coal mine and if it all works out I’d be working on developing a drift down to a new seam which would be mined using drill & blast. Apparently CSM has a good reputation for working with this kind of operation (???) so the GM of the company jumped at getting his hands on me (not in that way you perverts!). I’d be doing the feasibility study for 6-9months which would involve geotechnics, ventilation, methods of driveage, coal clearance and logistics. They know it’s slightly above my current level of competence but would give me plenty of support from the current engineers. Then when I’m done they would use my report to send out a tender which my company would be expecting to win. I’m much more up for this than the project south of Sydney as I wouldn’t have to move and transport wouldn’t be such an issue. As much as I hate to admit it I actually quite like living in Newcastle and don’t really want to relocate if I can avoid it. I’m waiting to hear from my boss about this so fingers crossed.
Right, after that mammoth post I’m just about done… nothing has changed in my office but it was nice that a few people were actually pleased to see me back, I’m amazed they noticed I was gone! Oh and my secret santa present was a scale model of a Yamaha R1 which was pretty cool.
That’s it for now.
The Bleeding Through gig was FUCKING INCREDIBLE. Yes, that does deserve capitals. The support was great musically but the guitarist for Between The Buried and Me is a cunt. For a start he was wearing white angel wings which made him look ridiculous and then he spent most of their set facing backwards towards the amps. His face never changed and he barely moved… great showmanship you prick! I paid good money to go and see a live show and I expect a show! If I just wanted music I’d have illegally downloaded their albums instead and he wouldn’t have earnt a penny. Anyway, As Blood Runs Black were pretty good too though I only caught the last half of their set.
Bleeding Through were actually awesome, by far the best gig I’ve been to in a long, long time. I really wish I’d taken my camera but I would have probably lost it in the pit… the whole place went mental and there were some mental circle pits in a room smaller than my office. I also now have a MASSIVE crush on their keyboard player… I don’t know who the hell she is but damn is she hot! I kept being distracted by her cleavage every time she started head banging, in fact that was one of the best things about her, she really got into it. There’s nothing worse than a keyboard player who stands there looking awkward or embarrassed, she went for it and really added to the show. The absolute climax for me was when they played “kill to believe” at the end; BEST FUCKING SONG EVER. That made the gig for me, was a great ending to a good day.
I did however meet a girl (ooooh!) but as you’ll read it really wasn’t such a great thing. Here is an open letter to all such women:
Dear Madam/Slut/Sponger,
After meeting you last night I am writing to say that you disappointed me immensely. When you first approached I saw that you were in fact, quite pretty, and that you had a figure to match. Our initial conversation was pleasant and I had entertained thoughts of buying you a drink and possibly getting your number later on in the evening. I was perfectly happy to give you a cigarette as I was unaware at the time that you were only using this as a pretext for conversation. I did in fact see you coughing your guts up shortly after due to you being a pathetically weak-lunged specimen. It all went downhill however when you let slip that you are unemployed and have no plans to do anything but sponge off the state for the next few years. Get a fucking job you cunt! Then you had the bare-faced cheek to ask me for cash for a drink… over my stinking dead corpse!
Thanks to you being such a scrounging waste of space I then had to devote a good 10mins to thinking up methods of escape/brutally killing you. This distracted me from the gig which I’d paid good money for, you STI infested whore!
My only compliment to you is that you manage to ensnare men with complete ease, yes I did see you sneak off round the corner with one of the roadies for 5mins… I’m amazed it even took you that long.
So in conclusion all I have to say is that I honestly hope you catch AIDS and die alone and in pain somewhere far, far, away.
Yours,
RTC
So onto more good news… I’ve got another job lined up This one would be similar to the consultancy type work south of Sydney but the mine in question is practically inside the city. It’s another coal mine and if it all works out I’d be working on developing a drift down to a new seam which would be mined using drill & blast. Apparently CSM has a good reputation for working with this kind of operation (???) so the GM of the company jumped at getting his hands on me (not in that way you perverts!). I’d be doing the feasibility study for 6-9months which would involve geotechnics, ventilation, methods of driveage, coal clearance and logistics. They know it’s slightly above my current level of competence but would give me plenty of support from the current engineers. Then when I’m done they would use my report to send out a tender which my company would be expecting to win. I’m much more up for this than the project south of Sydney as I wouldn’t have to move and transport wouldn’t be such an issue. As much as I hate to admit it I actually quite like living in Newcastle and don’t really want to relocate if I can avoid it. I’m waiting to hear from my boss about this so fingers crossed.
Right, after that mammoth post I’m just about done… nothing has changed in my office but it was nice that a few people were actually pleased to see me back, I’m amazed they noticed I was gone! Oh and my secret santa present was a scale model of a Yamaha R1 which was pretty cool.
That’s it for now.
12 January 2009
Gash
I'm posting this mainly because Tara has been hassling me to update... I've been back in the UK for 3 weeks and it's been a pretty damn good trip so far. Have seen pretty much everyone I wanted to and got very drunk many times.
Unfortunately I've only got 4 days left here and two nights out. Last night really made me feel like I should never have left, I appreciate my friends a hell of a lot more after 4 months without them.
Anyway, hopefully Tara will stop nagging me now and I can wait til after the Bleeding Through gig to post again...
Unfortunately I've only got 4 days left here and two nights out. Last night really made me feel like I should never have left, I appreciate my friends a hell of a lot more after 4 months without them.
Anyway, hopefully Tara will stop nagging me now and I can wait til after the Bleeding Through gig to post again...
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