Came home from Amanda’s prize giving ceremony last night and had dinner with her parents and her brother. Man, the stories they told made me laugh till I cried last night. Being at the ceremony last night made me miss the times I had my prize giving ceremonies in Malaysia. Which then reminded me of my family back home.
See, Amanda won the most prestigious award of the night, the Ken Hall medal for the best overall graduating honours student in Curtin Business school. Then her dad went to go talk to Emeritus Professor Ken Hall after the ceremony, which reminded me of the time that dad went up to the press and got me in the newspaper after PMR.
She told me of the story where the defining moment in her life was where once her dad chucked her bag into this big rubbish bin. There was one day she didn’t do her homework and her parents found out and then her dad chucked her bag in this big rubbish bin far away. So Amanda had to go get her bag from her bin in the dark, groping around a smelly bin for her bag and trudged home. When she got home, her dad said, “Don’t want to study, that is what you are going to do. Pick up rubbish for a living”. That pretty much drove the point home.
I guess upon hearing that, it really does make sense: if you don’t put in the effort, you’ll end up like that, without much of a career. That really got me thinking, if I put in the effort now and do well for my pracs, there is going to be employment opportunities along the track. The next 21 weeks at prac will be gruelling but I think I’ve prepared myself mentally for it. I expect a lot of blood (not mine), sweat and tears along the way but I keep telling myself it will all be worth it in the end to see a degree and a resource package for Royal Perth Hospital which can add to my CV.
You only get one chance to live life, and life is too short to let go of these opportunities. From now on, I’m grabbing every opportunity in life I can get my hands on and living the way God wants me to live.
Today at the Vic Park train station, this gentleman asked if he could have change for a 5 dollar note for the ticket machine. Either that or if one of us had 20 cents so he could purchase his train ticket. The other Asian guy just stared stupidly ahead while fiddling with his bicycle, Lin was on the phone so I dug around in my wallet so I could give the poor guy 20 cents. He was wearing a suit and tie so I thought he was in genuine need since he took out his 5 dollar note looking around for change.
What I didn’t imagine was for this guy to thank me profusely for the 20 cents. To me, that 20 cents maybe could have topped up and bought me some fries or something at McDonald’s but to see this guy (I’m guessing in his 50s or 60s) thanking me even as our train arrived just made my day. I did not expect to get it back, for I did not even know him for him to track me down and return the money. So as we reached Perth Train Station, I forgot about that little incident and happily was chatting with Lin when I bumped into David, who was heading to uni. So we ended up talking for a minute or 2 and then Lin taps me on the shoulder, gesturing just past the SmartRider gates.
And there was the same guy who borrowed that 20 cents from me, handing me back 20 cents and thanking me again for lending it to him. I was gob smacked that he even returned the money since 20 cents can’t really get you much these days. That just brought me think, some people really take a lot of things for granted, I know I’m guilty of that sometimes. I suppose when you’re caught up with the whirlwind of life, you tend to forget the little things in life. It’s the little things in life that really matter.
Someone sent me this forwarded e-mail recently which describes some natural highs:
1. Falling in love.
2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.
3. A hot shower.
4. No lines at the supermarket.
5. A special glance.
6. Getting mail.
7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.
8. Hearing your favourite song on the radio.
9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.
11. Chocolate milkshake (vanilla or strawberry).
12. A bubble bath.
13. Giggling.
14. A good conversation.
15 The beach
16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.
17. Laughing at yourself.
18. Looking into their eyes and knowing they Love you
19 Midnight phone calls that last for hours.
20. Running through sprinklers.
21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
22. Having someone tell you that you’re beautiful.
23. Laughing at an inside joke with FRIENDS
25. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.
26. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.
27. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).
28. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.
29. Playing with a new puppy or kitten.
30. Having someone play with your hair.
31. Sweet dreams.
32. Hot chocolate.
33. Road trips with friends.
34. Swinging on swings.
35. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.
36. Making chocolate chip cookies.
37. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.
38. Holding hands with someone you care about.
39. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.
40. Watching the expression on someone’s face as they open a much desired present from you.
41. Watching the sunrise.
42. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.
43. Knowing that somebody misses you.
44. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.
45. Knowing you’ve done the right thing, no matter what other people think.
Never have I learnt the value of treasuring the little things so well.
Lately I’ve been getting busier and busier, just had the meeting with the OTs at the RITH Department in Royal Perth Hospital yesterday, set up another meeting next week, e-mailed my coordinator for fieldwork forms, met up with Camille and Fatima, got the assignment guidelines for the intensive unit I’m doing, read the first chapter of The Footsteps of the Messiah in time for bible study tomorrow morning, made arrangements to bake a cake and possibly scones for cell tomorrow, and last but not least packed my bags to go to work today. Oh, throw in shopping for work clothes as well. Hey, Target was on sale and I needed some dress shirts that were short sleeved so I could wear them in summer.
I suppose it is quite good since my mind has probably rotten away in the 3 month summer break of not actually applying OT skills. I had to write up a showering task analysis and boy did it really crack my head. Oh, oh, oh! I forgot to say, the thing I’m most proud of for this self-directed prac is that we have to sign a release form that will allow the hospital and Curtin to use our copyrighted work. Cheh, now we’re writers 
With legal documents that we have to sign, bangga betul hahaha
Copyright issues aside, I’ve got to work today since one of the girls is at camp and can’t make it. Which reminds me, I have to go now since I realised I forgot to factor in the time I need to go and pick up the things I need to bake tomorrow. Pictures will be up soon, I promise! Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
It just struck me that from this year onwards, I won’t be able to hang out with the babes over lunch and during classes. I won’t be able to spend as much time talking to them about things. No more hanging out on the grass and just yakking.
I’ve also realised that I’m making the transition from student to entering the workforce, churning in the hours daily and coming back home in the evening. No more going to uni, having summer breaks, but working the hours, paying the tax, buying groceries and basically living on my own and supporting myself. It is a rather scary yet exciting thought, to be honest. I seriously cannot wait to be working and supporting myself and living on my own. It’s going to be a challenge but hey, I think if I could handle managing a shop for 10 days with minor hiccups, I don’t see why I would not be able to manage living on my own. After all, I am 22 years and 2 days old.
It has also just struck me, that this is a new year, a new beginning, time for change and time to make things in life a bit better. I know, it is now February and I have just realised its the new year, I’m not blonde, it’s more of a actualisation sort of thing.
Anyway, had the first cell of the year, combined with all the other J-Life cells since not many people are back yet. It feels really good to be back listening to what Pastor Jason was saying today, 3 principles for life.
1. Do the best you can for God - put in 100%. If you love someone, you would naturally put in 100% of effort in the things you do.
2. Finish what you have started - whatever you start, make sure you see it to the end.
3. Build upon Christ as your foundation - with Christ in life, things will be solid.
Met up with Ange again after yonks of not seeing her. Had lots of catching up to do with the woman after not seeing her for a month. I can only imagine what life will be like without all them babes, having kebabs on the grass in the sun, meeting up at Main Cafe for lunch, ringing each other finding out where we are and meeting up. I’m going to seriously miss that part.
Anyways, enough reminescing good old times, but time to look forward, look forward to a new year and many challenges ahead! Happy New Year! 
Funny how its the little things in life that really matter.
Just over two weeks ago, I decided to cut my hair in a bid to get rid of the old me and bring in the new in regards to growing up and taking full responsibility of myself.
Just with that little hair cut, I’ve gotten all sorts of good comments from friends on Facebook as well as people I see regularly. Funny how its just hair. They say hair is a woman’s crowning glory (quite literally as well) and I got the hair stylist to chop it Victoria Beckham style. Admittedly I wanted more Rihanna style, but I didn’t know if the hair dresser even knew who she was (Let’s just keep it as she isn’t my age)
Things have been falling into place recently and I could not be happier. I passed all my exams, I don’t have to sit for anymore exams for this degree, I have the best fieldwork blocks (last 3 blocks which resulted in an 8 month holiday for yours truly), I got such a great self-directed prac, and I’m enjoying work during this Christmas season (I’m thinking of the money more like it :P)
All these little things really add up, seems trivial but they really mean a lot to me.
Anyhow, I’m off to work now, toting spaghetti for lunch for everyone at work (I’m practicing my cooking skills) and my winning lotto ticket. OK, so I won $11.40 but hey its the joy of bringing it in and cashing it that makes me happy 
Today has been ending of sorts. Last day of semester for third year. Last semester together with the babes before we are being shipped off to do pracs around metro Perth and elsewhere. Lin’s going off to China, Ange and me are possibly going to Melbourne for pracs. It has ended on a bitter sweet note. One of the last times we’ll hang out together all three of us at uni, lounging and baking in the sun at Angazi.
I suppose I feel sad, excited and scared all at the same time. Many things in the future are uncertain and that really scares me. I don’t like feeling out of control and not knowing where my pracs are is really worrying me. At the same time, I’m excited about going out and FINALLY experiencing OT out in reality and not being kept under a shell and having to learn everything from books and the internet. Finally it’ll be hands on experience. Yet I feel sad cause my support group (ie: the babes) are being taken away from me. It’s going to take a lot of getting used to, not being able to chillax in between classes or wait for them to pick me up from ‘work’ or having long lunches at Angazi cause someone got paid or meeting at Main Cafe where all of us just get the $3.50 specials with my guild card.
I am going to miss those moments, being carefree (relatively) and young. Telling people I’m doing my final year next year and completing a degree is a scary thought. Definitely a whole set of challenges next year. No more submitting assignments right on the dot when it is due. Though there’s going to be 3 sets of portfolios and a self-directed project to complete. I opted for the self-directed instead of another supervised prac.
I guess the way we celebrated the end of 3 years of uni was by hanging out at Angazi and chillaxing and laughing about each others’ famous funny moments. 3 years seem like such a short time, yet it is a heck of a long time. Many many hours of work, sweat, tears and sometimes blood being poured out for the sake of uni. 3 years of uni, 2 years of friendship are just but numbers.
Speaking of numbers, I’m thinking about doing something for my 22nd since I didn’t get to celebrate with friends here and I didn’t really do anything for my 21st this year. Any ideas? All I know I have got to lose a freaking 15 kilos by then. Gah! Which pretty much equals me having to exercise each day. I had a walk on Wednesday evening and probably going to go next week so I can get the oxygen flowing to my brain and the endorphines working and gearing me up for exams.
Speaking about exams, I cannot stand the buzzing sounds from the planes that are taking part in the Red Bull air race. Everyone 1 minute or so there’ll be buzzing cause those damn planes are flying over where I live. It’s going to be bad tomorrow and Sunday. I seriously pity the people taking exams at UWA tomorrow, they’ll be hearing things buzzing about them every so often. I tell you, I have such a low threshold to stimuli, verbal and visual, that it is literally impossible for me to concentrate with that noise around.
I’ll be working tomorrow till Monday and then pretty much studying till exams start on Monday 12th November. 2 written papers and a viva and I’m good to go for placements next year. How scary is that?
Anyways, I’m going to have to leave now since I plan to do some iLectures before I sleep tonight to kick start my study program
Yesterday was a very emotional and exhausting day in many aspects. Finished up my Mental Health Assignment and handed it in. That is definitely one assignment I do not look forward to ever opening again. Mental health is also an area I know that I definitely DO NOT want to ever go in. I know I should keep my mind open, but never again is all I can say.
Still have my Neuro assignment due on Wednesday, but my group wants me to finish by Tuesday morning to put it together. I’ve got my counselling DVD critique to finish up hopefully by tomorrow so I can work on my Neuro. Then I’ve got Voc Rehab assignment due. All 3 due this week are collectively worth 110%. See how I’m about ready to start crying from all this?
We had the official splitting and multiplying of the cell. We were Finders and Keypers meeting at Joe’s house but next week we’ll be Finders meeting at Joe’s house and Keypers meeting elsewhere. Definitely a very bittersweet and emotional moment for many, me included. Personally it is a difficult process for me to fit into crowds of people, for me to trust people to hang out with them and pour out feelings to them. Keypers was a place where I could go every week and seek God closer than ever and be encouraged by other members. But as the cell numbers grew, it was inevitable that we split into 2 groups and go out and grow even more.
Yes, it was painful to split, I won’t deny it. It was like my heart was wrenched out but my head knew that splitting was a good thing, something productive and fruitful. I could not hold back my tears, but I know it is a good thing. Being exhausted from doing my assignment definitely had taken the wind out of my sails temporarily. Next week is definitely going to be a killer week where I do not know how I’m going to survive. So, do expect random phone calls at night with me crying or ranting about things.
I look back at photos of big Keypers and look how many more new members we’ve got since this was taken. I think we’ve close to doubled our numbers and it definitely is a very good feeling that many more people are getting to know God. I look back at this picture and I see many more people in cell and see how many new friends I’ve found.
I’m definitely blessed by everyone from cell in many, many ways. No doubt we’ll see each other in church, but it has been great being cell mates with every single one of you
Had the doctor’s appointment today to get the blood test done to screen if I have immunity to Hepatitis B, MMR, Varicella (aka chicken pox) and since I was doing a blood test, I threw in the test for cholesterol just cause I could and cause I was curious to see my cholesterol levels. Got to the appointment and brought along those vaccination and immunization forms and had that slight anxiety in me knowing that the nurse is going to extract 2 test tubes full of blood from me and that will be it.
I couldn’t be further from the truth. I hadn’t quite read the forms right and the doctor was asking me all these questions about the vaccinations I’ve had so far and how the system in Malaysia was so messed up that the Hep B thing wasn’t compulsory when I was a kid and its compulsory now and I was just trying to get my head over all those doctor-y talk and she was talking about Boostrix when she was asking me about Tetanus and I told her I got mine a while ago etc. So I told her to whack in the cholesterol test as well since I hadn’t eaten this morning and that it was fine for me to get tested. She was asking me questions about th fee jabs cause there were quite a few to screen for and she was inputting them into the computer to attach along with my blood sample.
So off I got ushered to the nurses’ office to get the blood taken out of me; I still think my blood belongs inside of me and not in 2 test tubes which were about to be shipped off to some pathology lab to be analyzed. Before the nurse took the sample from me, she was asking me the routine questions, have you done this before etc etc.
She was flipping through the forms my doctor gave her and she turned and looked at me and said, “My, we’re getting quite a lot done today aren’t we?”
I thought she meant that I was screening for so many things at once and gave little thought to it. She had prepared the 2 test tubes for the blood to be taken in and there was a random box on her table and I just thought it was part of the clutter on her table. In my defense there were a lot of things on her table and the box sort of blended into the background.
I didn’t look too much to my left (which was where the table and the equipment were) cause I just wanted to get it over and done with and not look too much at the massive needle puncturing my vein and slurping the blood out of me. When she finished taking the blood I thought I was good to go after filling in the right forms for my insurance claim. And then she started opening up the blue box that said Boostrix on it.
My brain froze for a second.
Wait a minute, Boostrix is a fricking vaccine!!! The thought ran in my head and then I realised I’m about to have another needle stuck into me for the day. I did not wake up today expecting to be pricked so many times like a human pin cushion. The first jab was bad enough that I went, “Ow, ow” like a little baby when she was doing it. I think I must have scared the 2 people outside waiting to see the nurse.
The second needle wasn’t as bad as the first, seeing as the needle was much smaller than the first one. This time I think the nurse didn’t swab my skin before injecting me, but I can’t be 100% certain she didn’t. At the end of it all I was just happy to walk out of the nurses’ office carrying that bright yellow post-it to bring to the front counter for insurance. Then I remembered vaguely the nurse and the doctor telling me to get my Mantoux testing done and book it at the front counter. I would have thought its some breath test cause it tests for TB, but the receptionist was telling me they scratch your skin and read/measure it 3 days later.
I walked out of the Health Services Office feeling pretty banged up but proud of my battle scars with the 2 cotton balls stuck to my arm with the white medical sticky tape.
Met up with Lin after that to get brekkie since I hadn’t eaten since the night before and I showed her my scars and looked more closely at my blood test puncture wound. I noticed how there was a superficial scratch that had bleed slightly. The nurse had somehow managed to scratch me with the needle in the process of either taking the needle out of my arm or putting the needle into my arm. Either way I have a scratch bigger than both my puncture wounds and I’m not a happy customer/client/patient.
Met up with Amani and Mary before Mental Health class and found out that the Mantoux test is much worse than it sounds. Apparently they inject you with a bacteria and read/measure the size of the lump of your hand to see how sensitive you are to the bacteria. And its going to hurt like nobody’s business.
I think my eyes must have dilated out of fear and hearing that words “very painful” coming out of both Mary and Amani’s mouths. I don’t deal with pain or needles very well. Damn vaccinations and screenings.
The reason I have to endure the pain and torture is cause it is a requirement for clinical placements next year to get jabs and screenings and swabs (I hated the MRSA testing, they stuck a cotton bud up my nose) to make sure that when dealing with clients there is a much lowered health risk to both me and the clients.
Speaking about fieldwork, we had part 1 of the 2 part briefing about the structure of our fieldwork for next year. I’m going to be a VERY VERY busy woman next year its not even amusing. Though it is throughly exciting and stressful at the same time.
The way the new fieldwork model works is the year is divided up into 6 blocks, with a week in between these blocks. Each block is 7 weeks in length and we have to complete 4 out of the 6 blocks to do the 1000 mandatory for registration with the OTRBWA. Which means we’ve got 28 weeks of working without pay, 40 hours a week, doing our portfolios (1 for each placement, so that’s 4 portfolios), report to uni, do assignments, have intensive teaching and tutorials and do our part-time jobs. And it also has to include 1 self-directed placement which can mean doing a project, which I think is the most fun part of all and 3 supervised clinical pracs. Out of the 4 pracs, one has to either be rural, interstate or international or OT Abroad prac. I’m seriously considering going to Melbourne for one of my pracs just cause I want to learn about the system there and things like that.
I’m more worried about the ability to get to the pracs cause sometimes they can allocate you to pracs that are waaaaaay out in woop woop land and you’d still have to get there in the morning every day. I seriously hope I’ll get pracs near here and everything. That’s a long way away though.
I’ve got so many plans running though my head about which blocks I want and how I want to work at Myers during the summer which might get my foot in the door for working weekend shifts or something there in the future cause they pay pretty good rates.
Uni has been so full on lately, all I ever do is come home, eat dinner, shower, do house chores, read stuff, sleep get up for uni, go to uni and repeat cycle all weekday and work all weekend. I feel like such a nerd but I’m proud of it
I think I’ve rambled on enough for one day, my left arm feels stiff and I can’t really use my shoulder that well after the jab. Bah, damn vaccinations. Well, it’s good night from me now
I know I’ve been slack on blogging nowadays, but truth be told I haven’t booted up the laptop in days. I’ve been rather busy sorting out uni, readings, work schedules, doing more readings and working quite a fair bit lately. So I guess don’t expect as many updates as before, more like once a week cause I’m not home 4 nights of the week anyway.
I can’t help but feel my age these few days. I’ve been running around, going to uni, doing chores, working and studying for the past week and time seems to have flown by. I know I’m only 21 but I’ve just realised I don’t think I can step out of the house without wearing at least a bit of makeup just cause I look so pale, withered and have eyebags and dark rings around my eyes due to the lack of sun exposure and rest lately. And to top that off I feel old just cause I’ve started to wear stockings. Yes, stockings.
True, that stockings have made a come back in the fashion world and everything, but I’ve also realised that the clothes I wear are also starting to take on a more ‘matured’ feel. Like today for instance, I wore a black skivvy, grey wool smock dress and a grey grandpa cardigan with a pair of black stockings and black flats. I suppose I felt more grown up than usual just cause they actually felt like work clothes. Hard to explain but that’s what I felt like
Grabbed dinner at Macca’s cause I wanted to try the new name it burger and there was this minor kefuffle at the counter. See, it was peak hour and there was a really long line. As in singular, ONE line. There were like 4 other people in front of me and we ended up waiting for like 15 mins cause the place was understaffed.
There were 4 registers, but ONE line so people just went to whichever register was manned when they gave their order. Suddenly out of nowhere, this old lady came and stood behind a guy at the cash register, unaware that people behind her have been waiting for at least 15 mins. Then when the guy in front of her was served, she was about to give her order to the guy when the guy behind her came up to her and told her that she had jumped the queue.
The both of them began to have a minor argument but in the end the lady gave up and went behind the long queue and said, “Are you happy now, mate?” to the guy she jumped in front. I ended up waiting for another 5 mins to be served and all the while, I could hear her complaining to some random guy behind her that “the registers were free, so I just queued up behind him and that guy told me to get back, that is some @$#%ing guy, getting his #$%^ing ice cream”.
I was so close to going up to her and saying, “hey look missy, we have been standing here for the past 20 mins in ONE LONG line and when someone just jumps a queue like that, everyone behind isn’t going to like it. I can see why you thought that there were 4 lines, but when that guy told you that there was ONE line, the least you could do was apologise and get back into the queue. I know we’re all hungry and wanting service, but doing that isn’t going to please anybody here”. But then, I didn’t cause I just wasn’t up to confronting a person today and I’m tired from running around all day at uni and just tired from running around all week in total.
Recently there has been a job opening in Nedlands to look after a person, and I’m seriously contemplating taking it. The e-mail doesn’t specifically detail any job demands, so I’ll ring the lady tomorrow to find out what the job entails and stuff like that. Have to sort out my work timetable and organise a better arrangement, cause I’ve been working 4 days this week and its really getting to me. Pray that I can get this job cause its so close to home and the experience will be wonderful and will really come in handy for pracs next year.
Speaking of pracs, the OT Abroad program for next year sounds really really interesting but the cheapest program will be in India for AUD$3900 and the most expensive, yet more attractive one is the 7 week placement in the Ukraine for roughly AUD$5000 which includes a stopover in Europe and a 1-2 week holiday somewhere in Europe after the placement. I’m interested in the China one which works mainly with kids and the Ukraine one which is the kids with HIV placement as well. The South Africa one is about setting up the OT department and that seems like a really good one to experience as well.. But seeing that the minimum cost is roughly $4000 including food, flights, expenses and accommodation, I doubt I’ll be doing those pracs. I’ll most likely stay in Perth and do all 1200 hours in settings around Perth.
We’ve got quite a few assignments this semester, with a few that involve site visits and locating a person in the community with a neurological disability that we have to interview a few times and document findings in a report. I’m kinda of dreading those assignments cause I have to figure out how to get to the aforementioned places for site visits and interviews and not to mention trying to fit everything around everyone’s timetables. I’ve got a test next week which I should definitely get started studying for soon.
Had our 1st ‘group’ facilitation thing yesterday where Emma and Jess co-facilitated a group for a piece of assessment for group counselling. It was definitely one of the more interesting and fun-filled pieces of assessments this semester. I was one of the 10 people in there as consumers of that particular group. I played me aka Margaret or Marge for short whose daughter had just gotten married to a US navy guy and moved to Illinois. The group was for independent older adults with depression, redesigning lifestyle. We had quite a lot of fun pretending to have different clients and taking on male roles and passing the teddy bear as a part of group therapy. I’m kinda looking forward to running my group in week 12 now
Oh, just a reminder to anyone who has managed to read this far without hitting the close button on the screen, I’m working Friday, Saturday, Sunday this week and Monday next week so I won’t be home till Tuesday evening after classes finish at 4pm. Next week I’ll be working Saturday, Sunday and Monday but I’m not sure if I’ll be home on Saturday or if I’m going to cell on Friday or church on Sunday due to the amount of work that is lying on my table for me to get done. Already I’ve got something like 100 odd pages to read by next week and I have to catch up on those or else everything is going to accumulate and spiral out of control.
As you can probably tell by now I’m up to my ears in work and every second is so precious to me that I’m grabbing it with both my hands. And you can safely say that I’m going to bury myself in work and not dig myself out of it till summer hits. Whoever said the course gets easier as time goes by has got to be joking themselves.
That’s all from me now. I just spent and hour writing this cause I needed to get things off my chest.
Oh, and JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE IS COMING TO PERTH AND I CAN’T GO!
Well, the last few days of the holidays are coming and uni is starting again all not soon enough Frankly, 6 weeks of holidays is well and truly enough for me. I can’t wait till uni classes actually start up and I’ve got something else other than work to focus my mind on.
Has been raining for the past week or so and it was meant to be very wet and stormy in Perth yesterday. The weather bureau even pin pointed the time of 5pm when the wild weather would supposedly be starting. It didn’t start raining till 8pm if I recall from memory. They even said that there would be winds of up to 100 km/h, which thankfully didn’t happen. 100 km/h winds don’t sound comforting at all, especially not since I had just gotten home at 4.30pm yesterday.
Work was sort of relatively normal yesterday, worked with Amy instead of Andrew today and it was majorly busy at work, which is a very good thing on many fronts. Didn’t give me time to brood over last week’s incident and it kept us on our toes. We made twice as what they did in morning, which is majorly great
Anyhow, time to go and get the brain juices flowing again after drying up over the break
