Happy Thanksgiving everybody! It’s my favorite holiday, and I found myself actually searching all of rural New Zealand for a turkey, some mashed potato casserole, cranberries, and a pumpkin pie. To no avail. It was sad. But, alas, it’s no longer T’Giving, so, Sigh.
11.26.08 – Queenstown – ADVENTURE CAPITAL OF THE WORLD!!!!
The moniker is their’s and self imposed, so I feel obligated to shout it as loudly as I please in my sarcasto-blog. Continue reading
Hi Dudes. Sorry for my absence. I was in the mountains/on a lake w/o access to the internets, which was probably the most Sad Sigh thing of all. (Or rather, the fact that I was constantly bemoaning the lack of internet access instead of enjoying the breathtaking scenery was probably a bit more Sad Sigh.)
This is only half of what I need to post, but we’re in Queenstown for another 2 days, so I should be able to catch up soon. (Also Sad.) Continue reading
11.19.08 – Bondi
That’s pronounced Bon-Dye, you Yankees.
In the morn, prior to boarding the free shuttle from our Central City hostel to the one in Bondi, which is a suburb of Syndey on the beach, I needed caffeine like a mother, and went straight to the… you guessed it, Starbucks. The reasoning behind this American superiority and consumerism is that is nigh impossible to find a decent cup of coffee anywhere else in Sydney. You can only get cappucino & other espresso drinks. When you ask for coffee, the typical response is ‘what kind?’. This has resulted in me being undercaffeinated a lot. Boo.
So, we boarded the shuttle, (really, a rickety VW Eurovan), and headed toward the Bondi YHA, where, of course, being a beach community in a beautiful country, it was cloudy. Sigh. Given that we had some time to kill before we could actually check in, I finally called AT&T and had those assholes switch my service over. They had to go through the whole credit check including asking me awkward questions about my past.
After we’d checked in, eaten, and relaxed a bit, we took a walk to the beach. Bondi, as you’ll see by the picture, is very much like Santa Cruz, except everyone is beautiful, and there is a dearth of white dreads.
I work from home and despite what you all might think, it’s not as great as it sounds. Sure, there are a few things that are awesome like having no commute but the past two weeks have left me feeling a combination of gross and stir crazy. I’m also prone to confessing the not so glamorous sides of working from the comforts of my home(s).
Coworker I barely know: You’re lucky you get to work from home.
Me: Yah, I know but it has its drawbacks.
Me: For one, I really want to go out and get a tasty burrito – but then I’d have to get dressed.
Coworker: Ha. That’s the most awesome thing I’ve heard recently.
Beyond the pathetic nature of my slothy appearance I think the one thing that gets to me most is the lack of exposure to the outside world. I literally suffer from extreme cabin fever and when the work day ends, I can’t believe how slowly time drags because I’ve been home all day. Before, lunch would break up the day, but now I tend to eat at home because of the whole rolling out of bed to work and using my lunch to shower, keeps me from seeing beyond four walls. Also, not having any distractions means for the most part, I’m actually working all eight hours non-stop. WTF!
Then there’s the whole insanely uncomfortable, non-ergonomic workstation I have set up because there’s no space in my room for working – but that’s a whole other issue, and not one that is new in my experience with this company: http://sad-sigh.com/2006/06/13/early-retirement/
For now, I stop, as I’m literally in front of my work computer and need to take a break.
So, it’s been a while, and the last one fizzled out, but I got another Crazy Blind Date text this week, and will be attending my next CBD tomorrow evening. More to come, for sure afterwards, but until then I leave you with this:
I threw my back out on Sunday. Luckily, it only took me 2.5 days to start feeling normal again, but, seriously, OLD. Plus – the saddest part is that I got injured at the gym, and the last 3 days all I’ve been able to think about is how I miss going to the gym.
My life has taken several turns for the worse. I’ve become one of them.