Sic Transit Gloria Seami

There is a bizzare convergience of significant moments in my life at the moment.

On Friday, for the first time in 3.5 years I will no longer have stable, regular full time employment. This is scary, but I think it is both worthwhile and exciting. I will be a double casual! Yay!. And then there's other stuff.

I turn 28.

Lysistrata happens, which also means that little theatre company I helped found at Melbourne University in 2003 is no longe ra Melbourne University theatre company - it's something else.

I have to start making decissions about if I want to go back to school next year, and if so what will I be doing?

Interesting times ahead.

This year, the tides of change and development have swept over me. I live with Chris. I have 2 cats. I've moved house. I've bought furniture. I've changed career path....

But right now, it can all fuck right off. I'm tired.

Last night peace was declared and the Peloponnesian War ended.

That's the bit I'm up to. Crappy literal translation will be done by the end of the week at this rate. Then I start the editing, and Auditioning people on the week of the 28th of July!

I'm also highly bored, doing translating on the sly at work, and in spite of early morning energy, am now feeling lethargic. I blame work and the desk and stuff.

I really wish I had access to my omniprop email at work. I mean, I have real work to do...

Gridjit.com is down, so I can't tweet. I'm sure that's a relief to many of you.

But.... I did want to mention that we had a hole open up in the work spam filter this week. I think I received something in the order of 1600 spam messages since very late Saturday night.

Go the internet.

They've alledgedly fixed the problem now (and nothing else has come through, so that's a good sign).

Why did Dixon, the employment agency, just call me about rin_tin_tin_ when she's already been placed by them?

One of life's mysteries......

Hospitals are fucking wierd places... I spent about an hour in the waiting room post admission....

I listened to: a farmer from swan hill talk about how you can just pour battery acid onto sunspots (potential melanomae) and they just vanish...

The lady he was talking to was talking to spent her time trying to convince him he should organise a group to blow up the state government's new water pipelines that are running near Swan Hill...

After the farmer went in to theatre, another gentleman stuck up a conversation with the same lady, about religion. She's an Adventists who decided to leave the 'institution', but has remained true to the faith. Or something. Went on to talk about how she leads her life. Every morning, she prays and asks the Holy Spirit to fill her with the thought's it wants her to think each day, and asks it to chastise her if she varies from this straight away......

At least it saves you the effort of thinking for yourself.

On another note, I'm fine. Can't feel anything yet. Eating pumpkin soup. First real food for a while.... And it's only "real" in inverted commas (go tinned soup).

I'm told my bottom wisdom teeth were 'well attached' - so we'll see how I look tomorrow!.

So yes, stay posted for many updates while I spend my time home bored a lot!.

Yesterday I was meeting with a guy called Ben who works at the City Baths (it's a gym/pool near RMIT that's run directly by the council).

They're moving their School Holiday program down to The Hub (my little community centre) to try and get stuff going in Docklands, and they'll be using my building as a base.

The program was run in concert with Visy (the paper recycling company) - basically they're HR department subsidises the cost for their employees so they can get the kids out of their hair during school holidays (and stay at work)

This time around the program will be opening it up to the general public, and another company has come on board.

That company is Melaleuca......

The other night I dreamt I hijacked a tram.

Yes a tram.

It was at a terminus, and I decided 'well bugger this, it was supposed to leave 20 minutes ago, I'm driving'. Perfect dream logic.

So I drove it. And people kept on treating me like the driver.... But I had no idea what I was doing. I even managed to pull up at a stop and open the doors and everything. Only once though...

I took control of the tram in Docklands, and drove to Brunswick - which isn't possible. But anyway, I managed derail the tram while taking a corner (the corner of Grantham and Dawson streets Brunswick to be precise), and rolled into an underground carpark under some office building (the building doesn't exist by the way).

A lady who worked in the building came down and was not impressed with the large groves that had been cut in the floor of the carpark. Nor the tram suddenly sitting in the way of the entrance. I got the door open (the tram obviously had no power, so I had to do it manually).

It was all okay though, because I could pretend I was just one of the passengers because i was just in my normal clothes.... I woke up before that happened - and spent about a minute wondering how I was going to get out of the legal mess....

Then I realised I was in bed.

This is the coolest time wasting project I have ever seen.....