Tuesday 21 July 2015

Advice Part 109- Becoming an "irregular"

It's been a long time between drinks, dear readers, primarily because I have found it hard to motivate myself to so much as get out of bed, let alone write this blog. But today, I am feeling inspired (or it could just be that my only other option is to read a somnolent article on telemedicine, and, well, that's an opportunity I'd rather not avail myself of at the moment....).


So, without further ado, let us begin......

Much as I like to fancy myself as a free-thinker, always keen for some adventure and excitement, the reality is very different. I am what could best be described as a creature of habit (or, to be more precise, extremely boring).

However, I have recently come to realise that whilst regularity can be good, my advice to young players is that should you decide to change your habits, you had best be mindful of the consequences......

How do I know this? Read on.....

When I first met Rodrigo (why I am insisting on using an alias, I don't know, as anyone who reads this blog knows who I am talking about....but humour me), and we were in the first fine flush of fancy, we used to go out to dinner every Friday night, without fail. And nine times out of ten, we would go to the same restaurant, a particular Italian establishment near me.


This continued for about a year, during which time we became "regulars." Regularity meant:

  • We knew the names of the waiting staff, where they lived, and their relationship statuses; 
  • The manager would always ensure we got "our favourite table" when we appeared at 8 p.m. on the dot;
  • We didn't need to look at the menus, because everyone knew what we would be ordering.

This was all very nice for a while, but then a variety of things happened, namely:
  • Our favourite waiter and waitress both left;
  • I started to get a bit stingy; and
  • Rodrigo discovered cooking.
So we stopped going to the restaurant, and moved from being "regulars" to "irregulars" to "never set foot in the placers."

This would all be fine and dandy if said restaurant were in the backblocks of Woop Woop. But it's not. Rather, it is on the main street of my suburb, meaning that we end up walking past it EVERY SINGLE TIME we go to the shops. 


This is somewhat embarrassing, and I feel incredibly guilty when I see the manager leaning against the doorway. "It wasn't anything you did! Honestly!" I want to yell. But instead, we just scurry past, heads bent, eyes looking anywhere but at him.

My greatest wish now is that the restaurant becomes so popular, it has to move somewhere else. Preferably a long way away. A VERY long way away. 

But in the meantime, if you see two people racing past on a Friday night, under heavy disguise, you will know who they are.

Thursday 16 April 2015

Advice Part 108- How to tell if it's time for a new job

When I was but a delicate flower, not yet weary of the world and its ways, I was naive enough to believe that a joyous and fun-filled career awaited me. I imagined myself skipping (well, that's perhaps a SLIGHT exaggeration) to work in the morning, to spend my day doing interesting tasks, surrounded by friendly colleagues, and being paid an enormous wage for my troubles.

Aah, how foolish I was....

My mantra is now not so much "If you do a job you love, you'll never have to work a day in your life" as "Another day, another dollar" (a phrase I adopted from the local sage, otherwise known as my neighbour).


However, my advice to young players is that there is a BIG difference between being "a little bit restless" at work, and finding yourself COMPLETELY BORED OUT OF YOUR SKULL, and if you're in the latter camp, it's probably a good idea to start looking for other opportunities.


How do I know this? Read on.....

I have been in my job for approximately 7 months. It's certainly not the worst job I've had, but it's not exactly excitement by the minute. I sit in front of my computer ALL DAY, researching such topics as hand washing hygiene, the government's policies on integrated care in the 1980s, and whether there's any empirical evidence out there on ePrescribing. Sure, it's (vaguely) important work. But let's just say, if asked to describe my dream job, it definitely wouldn't be this.



I realised how bored I was yesterday, when, upon checking my calendar, I saw that I was scheduled to have my flu vaccination at 10:45am.

And, I'm sorry to admit this, but I was EXCITED by the prospect.

OK, so being stabbed with a needle isn't exactly pleasant, but

  • It would give me an excuse to spend some time away from my desk on "legitimate business" 
  • My colleagues had reported that the line was very long. Bonus! Even more time away from the office
  • If I was brave, I would receive the obligatory lollipop (and cartoon character sticking plaster) for my efforts

What more could I ask for?!

Bubbling with enthusiasm, I headed off to the injecting room nice and early, and I was rather disappointed when I found myself back at my desk less than 20 minutes later, with another 6 hours of tedium stretching before me.

Has life come to this? Unfortunately, yes. 

But hey, if I'm clever, I might be able to schedule in a few trips up to the tearoom to fill up my water bottle, followed by a bathroom break, topped off with a sortie to the downstairs stationery room to really liven things up!

Or not.

Tuesday 3 March 2015

Advice Part 107- "Wow, you look just like the guy from......"

Aah, celebrity. If, as Andy Warhol says, we are all going to be famous for 15 minutes, then surely a person who resembles a whole bunch of already "famous" (I use the word loosely) people could be said to be "livin' the life", right? Such a person could enjoy the perks of fame without having done anything notable themselves! Think: great tables in exclusive restaurants. Hire cars. Loads of fawning minions.



Aah, if only. 

In fact, looking like a celebrity when you are not one is a pain in the rear end. 

Hence, my advice to young players is that if you meet someone who looks like a "celebrity", and you decide to alert them to said resemblance, please be aware that they have a) probably heard it a few times before, and b) may not be 100% delighted with your suggestion.

How do I know this? Read on.

Two and a bit years ago (eek!), I began seeing a man who has an appearance which I would describe as "a bit different." He has long, curly, black hair (with strange green and red streaks), glasses with fluoro green and white frames, a liking for T-shirts with unusual pictures on the front, and an omnipresent skateboard. 

I had never met anyone who looked even remotely like him. But clearly, I was in the minority.... 

Most weeks (and sometimes multiple times in the same week), we will be at the shops/at a cafe/at the train station, and my unfortunate male companion will be approached by a random member of the public who wants to tell him he looks JUST LIKE a particular celebrity. 

More often than not, said celebrity is Redfoo. This does not go down well, because, after all, who wants to be told they are the long lost twin of a man who is famous for dancing around in shiny silver undies singing that he's "sexy and (he) know(s) it", and whose musical skills appear to be minimal?


But lately, a few more doppelgängers have been added to the mix. In the past month, he has been told he looks like:

a) "The guy from Slayer" (Tom Araya). 

b) "The guy from Soundgarden"(Kim Thayil)



c) Pro-skater Sammy Baca


d) Damien Marley (son of Bob)

e) Cat Stevens (OK, so this is my suggestion)

OK, so I can kind of understand that he does look A BIT like some of these men, but I'd hardly say the resemblance is overwhelming. The resemblance between myself and (insert name of exceptionally intelligent, witty and attractive person here), though, is a completely different matter.... ;-)
 

Tuesday 17 February 2015

Advice Part 106- On being mistaken for a flirt ;-)

One of the more brave (and foolhardy) things I have done in recent years (and trust me, there's been a few....) has been to try to learn to speak Spanish. Apart from two terms of Japanese and French at high school, this has been my first attempt at another tongue.

And let's just say, it hasn't been easy. Rather, the more accurate description would be this:


From this experience, I can offer the following advice for young players- when writing in your non-native language, it is best to exercise considerable caution with your epistles, lest you unwittingly give the wrong impression.

Read on......

During the Christmas break, I had a respite from my Spanish classes. Whilst this was good, after a couple of months, I realised that my tenuous grasp on the language was becoming ever more slippery, and that I was in danger of forgetting a fair chunk of what I had "mastered" (sarcasm intended).


After my previous unsuccessful attempt to meet a face-to-face language partner, I decided to join a website where you can search for an email pen-pal who writes in your target language, and who wants to learn your native tongue. Perfect, right?

The next day, I was contacted by a gentleman in Spain, who was keen to practice his English. Even more perfect!

Said gentleman lives on a farm outside of Barcelona, and is very interested in grass (not THAT type of grass), the natural environment, and healthy outdoors pursuits. This was a bit of a problem, as I know NOTHING about such things.


Model conversation partner that I am, I tried my best to convey enthusiasm for his hobbies using my dreadful Spanish. "Ooh, you went on a walk on the weekend? That must have been FUN!!!!!" I gushed. Then when he mentioned a new grass species he'd identified in his garden, I replied "You are very smart!!! I think you know a lot about grasses. You are an expert, in my opinion!!!!" In order to make it REALLY CLEAR that I was enthusiastic, I put a hundred exclamation marks after my every utterance, as well as multiple :-)s and ;-)s.


I thought I was doing really well, until I received an email from my correspondent, saying thank you for my "flirtatious remarks and compliments", and suggesting that I was a "very friendly lady, jejeje ;-)" (That's Spanish for "he he he")

I was mortified. The unfortunate Spanish gentleman obviously thought I was some sort of coquette, with my overly effusive praise and attempts to be friendly and engaged (NOT that kind of engaged! The other one!).

Hence, I decided to tone it down. Now, when he mentions a bushwalk, I remark blandly "Walking is good for the health. It helps the heart and uses energy. It is a sensible hobby" or when he discusses his garden, I note "Flowers are beautiful. There are many different colours and varieties." I sound like some tedious English textbook, open at the chapter entitled "Talking about hobbies."

This is boring me to death. Perhaps a return to flirting is required? (Or should that be "Perhaps a return to flirting is REQUIRED?????!!!!! ;-) ;-) )

Tuesday 13 January 2015

Advice Part 105- Pet names (and why they matter)

If, like me, you prefer to share your life with a feathered, finned, scaled, or furred companion (and no, I am NOT referring to Ramiro here), you will have invariably faced the prospect of giving said creature a name. And this is an endeavour which strikes terror into the heart of even the most valiant.


My advice to young players is, when deciding what to name your pet, think VERY carefully indeed, as your furry friend's name is likely to reflect not only on them, but also on you. And any subsequent owners.

How do I know this? Read on.....

Three months ago, I adopted a feline companion. Because said companion was a rather elderly beastie (she was, so to speak "second hand"), she had already been given a name.


Elvira.

And, just like its bearer, this name has been a source of considerable frustration and annoyance.

When someone asks me the name of my cat, I invariably receive one of two responses.


  • Response A: "Elvira? Am I saying it right? Or is it Elvyyyyra? What a fancy name for a cat! Cool. And so unusual. I've never met a cat named Elvira. Or a person for that matter. Why did you call her that?"

This reaction is OK. I explain that it's a Spanish name, and that it was given to her by her first owner. But then, there is the other type of response.....


  • Response B: "Ha ha ha!!! You called your cat Elvira? Hey, wasn't she some sort of PORNO actress? I remember she used to be on the TV in this sexy black dress. Umm, not that I really know, of course! Do you like her films? You must, if you named your cat after her!"


This response is very embarrassing. I explain that no, Elvira was NOT a porno actress, but was rather a "horror hostess", and yes, whilst she did wear rather revealing clothing, I did not, in fact, name my cat after this character. Sorry to disappoint.

I suppose, if I'd really wanted to, I could have changed Elvira's name to something else. Like Puss. But after 10 years as the Mistress of Dark, I can't imagine a nice, normal, and, well, BORING, name would cut the proverbial mustard.

(Picture by my great Instagram friend, stellarella_thecat)

Still, I guess I should be glad that I don't have children. If this is the sort of torment endured regarding the name of a pet, heaven help me when choosing a name for a child.....