Friday, February 21, 2020

Settling

It takes time. New job, new digs, new people, new environment. It takes time, but you pace your way through it. It’s the way it goes when you start a new job – the first week you rarely do that much.

It’s a well worn path. On your first day, you will go into the new office in the clothes you most likely wore to your interview. You don’t know what the place will be like. You have no real idea about the dress codes. You won’t know anybody. There is half a chance you wont have a computer, a system login, an email address or a door pass when you get to the new job.

It’s a bit of a rite of passage.

It’s expected in your first few days you’ll be a fish out of water. You may have a desk. You may not. If you’re in a place where they partake in the joyous practice of hot-desking, you may or may not have access to a locker. You may or may not have a work laptop. The stationery cupboard may or may not have the requisite items stocked in the shelves – and you need new ones each time – writing pad, pens, pencils, post it notes. It’s all a bit of a gamble when you walk into a new role.

So you walk into the new jobs reception area. You’ll meet the person who will become your best mate and ally within weeks – the person at the front desk. Normally, they will take your photo for your new work pass. You are prepared for this. More than likely, you’ll be wearing what you wore for the interview. You don’t know what the dress code is like. You can’t tell if you’re going to be over or under dressed, but it’s best to be well dressed that first day. First impressions and all that. By the end of the week you’ll have worked out what the dress code really is – whether it’s business, business casual or casual. In other words you’ll either be wearing a full face of make up and bemoaning the fact you don’t wear anything over an inch heel, or you’ll be in jeans, or a jeans substitute like everybody else. You will work it out, you’ve been at this game for a long time and you know how to do it.

You’ll also be meeting far too many people and will forget most of their names until you have a longer conversation with these people. You’ll politely ask what these people do, where they sit, get tidbits about their place in the organisation. Some of this will stick. Other bits wont. It will be a few weeks before you’re all au fait with who does what and the like.

The circles of familiarity will come. You’ll learn the names of the people who sit near you first. You’ll get chatting people while you’re getting a cup of tea. It’s okay. It takes time.

Of course, there are the office behaviours you’ll need to navigate. Where are the bins? Do they recycle? Do you need to take your pass to get to the loo? What’s the kitchen etiquette?  It’s different in every office.

You'll also have to find what will be your coffee shop, the locations of the nearest ATMs, where the smokers go (so you can avoid the area) and where you can get lunch. I've found my coffee shop. $3 for decent Italian decaf just out the door. I'm happy.

So far, I've worked out the following:

Dress code: Business casual - though a little more formal if there are meetings on the other side. Free-for-all Friday.
Kitchen: Strictly clean up after yourself - one of the best office kitchens I've seen in a while. Well stocked with anything you may need including nutella.
Bathrooms: No need to take your pass - you don't have to go out the security doors. As there is more men than women, the women's loos tend to stay a bit cleaner.
Front Desk: Great, friendly woman with quite a few ear piercings. She's efficient and smiley. I like her already.
Lifts: You need to swipe your access card to get to the floor.
Atmosphere: Friendly and relaxed. Nobody bothers with time keeping as long as you're getting your work done.

At the end of week one I have:

  • A laptop
  • A login
  • An email address
  • An access pass
  • Access to all but one of the systems I need
  • My own desk with a window view of South Melbourne
  • Nice workmates
  • My sense of contentment 
My colleague is great. We talk books, poetry, words and giggle at all things wrong.We both have a head for trivia and the strange. We'll get on well. 

At 4.15 today he asked me,"Do you know what Poets Day is?'
"Of course. Piss off early, tomorrow's Saturday."
"Exactly. Pack up, let's go."
"Cool."

I think I'm going to like it here. 

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Film Review: The Professor and the Madman

Film: The Professor and the Madman
Film Number:10
Stars: 4

Any student of university English can tell you about their forays into the Oxford English Dictionary (OED), particularly if they were students before the nineties when this wield tome, which takes up about two shelves in the library and is printed on bank paper, was put in front of them. Voila, you have the whole of the English language at your fingertips, complete with references, etymologies and various other information about pretty much any word in the English language. Now, the whole reference is online. You can subscribe to the OED. You can follow the OED on Twitter and get a word of the day. It is just one of those things that word nerds hold very dear - I had this conversation with a word nerd colleague today. There is nothing like it, and if you love the English language you will have this close to your heart.

But I digress.

What isn't widely known is the background of the OED. Of course, most English undergraduates can tell you that Dr Samuel Johnson created the first dictionary in the 1750s. By the mid-1800s the language was getting away from the scholars and it was time to create a new dictionary - one that gave a word's history as well as meaning.

Enter James Murray (Mel Gibson). A canny polyglot, polymath of a man who enlists to take on the task where many others have failed. He moves his family from London to Oxford and gets on with the task. He sees the task for what it is, asking the publish to put in contributions to the dictionary, sending out fliers in books. Words come tumbling into his Oxford shed where he and his team compile the dictionary.

In parallel, we are introduced to William Chester Minor, a troubled American Army doctor, suffering delusions who guns down a man in cold blood while in the state of mania. At his trial, he's found not guilty of murder, but is sent to Broadmoor Lunatic Asylum to serve out the Queen's pleasure (basically he was not to be let out). Making good use of the time between being rather nutty, Minor ends up contributing to the dictionary. He remains to this day the dictionary's greatest single contributor.

There's a bit more back story such as what happens to the wife of the man Minor killed, indeed, what happened to Minor. Then there's the struggles between Murray and the stuffy board who want to see him gone. Then there's the wonderful English countryside and views of Oxford and the wonderful range and depth English films bring to the world.

I really enjoyed this, even though Mel Gibson in one of the main roles. I'm not Mel's greatest fan, but he's a good actor when he's not overdoing it, and he brings back the accent he used for Braveheart (must see that one day...) but he's good and restrained. Sean Penn is excellent as the troubled Minor.

There are some great minor parts in the movie - Steve Coogan as Freddie Furnivall, one of Murray's backers. Natalie Dorman is ethereal as always as the murdered man's wife. Eddie Marsan is good value whatever he is in - and he's great as Minor's jailor. Stephen Dillane, Jennifer Ehle, Anthony Andrews and Ioan Gruffudd round out the oh so terribly English cast.

This is a solid film, based on Simon Winchester's book The Surgeon of Crowthorne - which is definitely worth a read for the vocabulary alone.

As a standalone film, this won't be for everybody, but for word nerds and anglophiles, this is a must see.



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Wednesday, February 19, 2020

Best Self Card: Delegation

Best Self Card: What 10 things would you hand off to an assistant if I had one.

As I'm too tired to write tonight, it's a quick list out of the box.

But here we go - what would I delegate? What jobs do I wish somebody else could do?

1. The cleaning of the floors.

Please, please could somebody do my floors. I hate mopping and hoovering, but it feels so much better when it's done.

2. Meal prep

I like cooking, but I hate cutting things up. No things

3. Budgeting

I'm a lot better at this that I make up, but it would be great to have a person who could really keep my finances on track - crack the whip - though I'm getting a lot better at it - I've had to get good at it.

4. House Clearing

I'm pretty good at Marie Kondo-ing places, but I wish there was somebody who could make a few decisions for me.

5. Dusting

Another job I loathe. Looking at this list, I just need an efficient house cleaner.

6. Editing

I'd love an editor on tap. Editing is something I can do but I don't love it.

7. Tidying up

The only thing about delegating the tidying up is you'd never find anything again.

8. Toenails

Could I please have a live in podiatrist to do my toenails properly. Toenails aren't fun thing - it's good if they are done properly.

9. My mason's crap admin

I wish I could hand this off - it keeps coming back like a bad penny. Would love to have somebody else do this and to the level which I do the tasks.

10. Sleep.

I could use another two to three hours a night. If somebody could have some naps for me, life would be great,


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Tuesday, February 18, 2020

I don't feel like writing

So here is a list of things that have to get done in the next week. This is why I don't feel like writing. I don't feel like writing cos I've just got back from book group and I'm a bit tired. I've been doing compliance training for the two days, I'm a bit brain dead.

But here's some of the things I want to get done by next Monday. This is more for me than you:

  • Clean the flat from head to toe as I have an inspection next week. 
  • Contact the landlord about changing the locks
  • Finish the book group book - it's the first time in 15 years I haven't finished the book
  • Make some biscuits for soap guy to say thanks for all his help.
  • Go to the gym x 3
  • Mediation on Saturday
  • Massage on Saturday (I've been told I can go on credit - joys of being a local with cred)
  • Visit my post box x 2 - Hopefully some of the cards that have been reordered will come through soon. 
  • Maybe see Richard Jewell or Emma.
  • Brew another batch of kombucha
  • Maybe talk to Reindert
  • Make my lunch for the next two days (at least)
  • Go see Blarney and Maow Maow
  • Get some Mason's stuff done
  • Update the book group facebook page with the next meeting date. 
Yeah. All this on top of recalibrating my work time clock (ie get up at 6.30 not 9 am - go to be by 111.30 - not 2)

I'm tired, but its fun. 




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Monday, February 17, 2020

Film Review: Parasite

Film: Parasite
Film Number: 9
Stars: 4.5

I finally got to see Parasite - after getting mugged on the way to the cinema on Friday, I was unsure I'd get to see this gem.



I'm so glad I got there in the end.

So what can I tell you about this little known film that hails from South Korea and won the Best Film Oscar this year - the first foreign language film to take out the award.

Well, it's a mix of social satire, black comedy, thriller and light horror (I had no trouble with that bit, so it has to be very mild as I normally can't do horror). Always a good mix. It's bends the genre norms. It starts out as one film, ends up as another.

It's subtitled - other than a few words in English - in context - it's completely in Korean.

It's well set - the setting and the cinematography are astounding, set in the suburbs of a Korean city, part in an affluent suburb, the other part in the boondocks.

The plot? I'm not going to say too much. The more you know going in would just spoil the experience if you see it. It does explore the divide between rich and poor in ways you'd never think of.

What you can know. The Kims are a family of grifters, - Mum, Dad, Son, Daughter - all struggling to make ends meet. They're a fun, loving family down on their luck and trying to scratch a living any way they can.

The eldest son is offered an opportunity to tutor the daughter of a rich family.

The Parks are a well to do family living in an architectural wonder of a house in the better part of town. Also a nuclear family with two kids.

And I'm going to say no more. What comes next is two hours of sheer delight. It's surprising, it's fun. It's farcical bits are laugh out loud funny. There are elements of Hitchcock here too. The houses provides the ultimate setting. There is great foreboding and some wonderful foreshadowing.

This is a great film.

The nearest foreign film I've seen which had a similar affect was The Secret in their Eyes - the Argentinian masterpiece, which the Yanks butchered a few years ago - I sincerely hope they don't try to remake this film. It's near perfect.

Bong Joon-Ho's script is fantastic - as is his direction.

The cast, all Korean, are all wonderful. Shout out to Yeo - Jeong Jo, who plays the rich Mum with a stunning naivety. The housekeeper character is wonderful too. By the end of the film you end up loving most of the characters for many different reasons.

There is so much to get from this film - it leaves you thinking and makes you wonder about the world.

I know this is a really vague review, but seriously, the less you know going into this film, the better. It's really awesome. Go in and be happily surprised.

Thinking about it, would I give the Oscar to this or 1917? I think the Academy did well. Though I found 1917 to be technically stronger, there is so much good to admire, enjoy and respect about this film. It's also far more accessible than 1917 as there's not the unrelenting violence of war.

Go see this. It's worth it. It's also been released in a black and white version - which I may go see. I think it would turn a lot of things on their ear.

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Sunday, February 16, 2020

The Birthday Meme

First up, it's not my birthday. My birthday is in August. But happy birthday to Bev at Sunday Stealing who sources these questions.

After the events of Friday, I'm feeling better about things, bit it still nice to have some easy questions to deal with. (For those who only read my Sunday Stealing responses, I was mugged on Friday, handbag (purse) stolen complete with mobile phone (cell phone), wallet and car / house keys. Lots of time spent with the police, Thankfully my keys were handed in to the police station early in the evening, but it's been a right inconvenience). I'm also grateful I wasn't hurt in the incident.  But still.

Enough of this, on with the questions.

Have you ever

1. Broken a bone?

Only a little toe.

2. Broken a window?

No.

3. Been on TV?

Yes. I was on an episode of Win Roy and HG's Money about twenty years ago. I won $700 dollars.

4. Had a friend who shared the same birthday as you?

Not a good friend, but there are a number of people I know who have the same August birthday as me. It's quite a dull day in the middle of winter. Joy.

5. Locked your keys in the car?

Yes, but that was years ago and thankfully I was around blokes who were good with coat hangers / strapping who could get me out of the fix easily.

6. Accidentally sent a text or email to the wrong person?

That happens once or twice a year - thankfully its normally nothing more than a I'm running late notice.

7. Sat in the back of a police car?

No. But I've had more time down the police station this week than I would ever have dreamed of having at the start of Friday. The police I was dealing with were wonderful.

8. Fallen asleep at work?

Only for micro naps.

9. Made a snow angel?

No, but I've made Sand Angels - we don't have much snow here - it fact it basically never snows in Melbourne. Sand angels are made in the soft sand at the beach. Done that.

10. Ridden in an ambulance

Yes, but only because I was an ambulance cadet as a kid.

11. Worst household chore

Anything to do with floors - mopping and hoovering - hate them both with a passion.

12 .Worst colour

I'm not partial to pink. Actually I really don't like pink. Lime green isn't great either, - especially when found on cars.

13. Worst pizza topping

Four cheese pizza does nothing for my stomach. I'm also not partial to anything with bacon on it. Not really a fan bacon on pizza - ham, yes, sausage, yes, but bacon is overkill.

I do, however, like anchovies, mushrooms and occasionally pineapple, but don't tell anybody about the last one (Pineapple is okay for BBQ Chicken and Hawaiian pizza and only when the latter is bought in an ironic fashion. There are big fights about this topic in Australia.)

14. Worst weather

Hot, humid weather. Only bearable when I'm on holiday somewhere tropical where I don't have to move much further than to the pool and back.

15. Worst self-care job (e.g. dressing, washing, shaving, teeth, toe nails)

I'm forever spilling toothpaste down my front. I don't clean my teeth before I put the top layer on. I hate doing my toenails too, but they are a necessity.

16. Worst game

Not a fan of tennis or golf. Both are just boring.

17. Worst school subject

Physics. But then again it was taught by a yeti. I may have done better with another teacher.

18. Worst animal

Not fond of crocodiles. Ugly, dangerous creatures. Snakes are pretty rank too.

19. Worst season

Summer. But Australian summers are horrid in their intensity. Give me an English summer any day.

20. Worst TV show

Game of Thrones. I never go into it as it was far too violent and gory for my liking. Only watched the first season and then had to turn off (though I did read the recaps.)

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Saturday, February 15, 2020

Making Pancakes

Making pancakes is allegedly easy.

You need:

  • A cup of flour
  • A teaspoon of baking powder
  • A cup of milk - (Cows or your non-dairy favourite - for me it was Vanilla Almond Mylk)
  • An egg
  • Butter for the pan
To make:
  • Sift the dry ingredients in the  food processor
  • Add the milk/mylk and the egg and blitz till smooth
  • Grease a frying pan with a little butter
  • Put a puddle of batter in the pan, cook until brown on both sides
  • Repeat. The first pancake never works out.
  • Serve with whatever you wish. Best eaten hot.
I don't make pancakes very often, but as I've got limited cash and access to funds, ice cream is not on the cards - so pancakes it is. Because everybody knows, the best way to treat a bit of emotional fragility is with carbohydrates and sugar. I don't want to medicate with gin. I want the option to pop a sleeping pill if I need to and the ones I have do not mix with alcohol at all. I just want the option if I can't sleep. A drop of lavender oil on the pillow normally does the job, but bets are off at the moment.I'm being kind to myself.

After yesterday's events I've been keeping strict tabs on myself. 

How am I? 

To be honest, I'm a little fragile. But I am okay.

It's been a busy day.

Cards are pretty much all replaced - just the medicare card to go, but I'm not in a place to face the My Gov website. (Actually, I just did this now - it took five minutes, surprising for anything to do with these bloody government agencies).

The morning had me returning Craig the soap guy's tablet. The fact he loaned me this and $100 and the tablet to use for phone calls makes him a legend. I'm working out ways to give him something back (maybe a batch of biscuits - I make good biscuits.)

The phone's sim card was replaced within five minutes at Telstra.

The gym card was replaced in even less time. 

Jay's given me a spare Myki card of hers. I can get to work on Monday. That can get sorted then.

The phone was a bit more tricky. After visiting Harvey Norman at Richmond where I was informed they can only sell me an iPhone on an Optus plan, I went out to Chadstone and visited the Harvey Normans there. Half an hour later I was in possession of an iPhone 11. I got a red one. It might go faster. It's also on six months interest free finance. 

I called my insurance company. I've upped my insurance to cover the phone and contents of a normal handbag.Unfortunate this incident is not covered by insurance. At least I now have peace of mind. 

So the afternoon was spent setting up the phone, re-establishing apps. I got to 5 pm when I realised I'd only had a cup of coffee for sustenance. There was steak, onion, mushrooms and spinach in the fridge. Easily sorted. 

But going to Victoria Gardens, the local shopping centre, was a bit daunting at first. It felt strange. I was a bit on edge - not badly so - it wasn't debilitating - but it was unsettling. The feeling passed. This might take a bit of time. I didn't park where the incident occurred. But that's okay. The jitters will pass.

There have been tears. Not many. Nothing serious. I look at them as getting out the emotion that doesn't need to be there. I tend to cry why I think about the fact that I live alone - and it's time like this I wish I didn't. I'm allowed to feel sorry for myself for five minutes. Then I get on with it. 

It's all a matter of letting the shock and trauma out - which is thankfully is minimal. But it's there. And I'm acknowledging it. 

And that's the first step in healing. 

Tomorrow is a new day.

I'm not sure I'll get through this month's book group book in time. I have to front up at the new job on Monday morning.

I'm upright, I'm healthy, the knee is feeling better. It's okay.

It will just take a little time.

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