Last night my bf and I were extremely excited that we were going to Taco Bill (the one in Epping). I didn’t know one even existed in the area but hey… google knows all.

Not sure why but between the both of us, we have a weird love for Mexican food, maybe it’s got to do with the huge Margarita glasses that come with those crazy hats they give out at Taco Bill that’s got us coming back.

Anyway, we knew something was astray at this particular Taco Bill when the moment we walked in they asked us if we had a booking (no?) which meant the girl was ummhing and ahhring on where she could seat us and the dumbest thing was they weren’t even packed. There were plenty of spare tables about, and it wasn’t like their booking sheet was full. In fact throughout our meal, only ONE new couple joined the other diners.
But it was nice to hear (and very classy too) one of the waitress say to the other one “just chuck them on table 9 or maybe table 4″. Seriously I’d like to see someone try to hurl me across the room, i am by no means a skinny asian.

We ordered the banquet (I think it’s $36.95 where you get the fajitas as well) and 1 magarita(mango fandango…seriously i just love saying it out loud..) and 1 coke.
Needless to say they forgot our drink order and one of the waitresses came over and had to ask “sorry did you guys order any drinks?” W T F
The girl that took our order had written it down, but perhaps it was lost in translation somehow?

Then our food came and it wasn’t piping hot which was a major disappointment.
And by the time our fajitas came around, my partner asked for cheese (twice) and twice it didn’t come. He asked for more wraps (twice) and we waited.. and waited… and the third time we were lucky, the cheese came out towards the end of our meal.

I asked for another glass of coke and a glass of water. The coke came out, the water never did. We had to ask 4 different times, and eventually they got around to telling us that their water filter machine thingy broke down and someone was trying to fix it by shoving a plastic bag into the mix (don’t even ask).

The table across from us had to ask two different waitresses for extra plates so they could share their meals. One walked away promising of plates but came back empty handed, served somebody else. The couple got frustrated and cross with the second waitress who was like “give me a second” because you know, cleaning tables is a lot MORE important than service customers especially when there is NO-ONE else to seat.
It was no wonder our stuff never came out like it should have. My partner was like “these girls have attention disorder OR they’re off with the airy fairies”.

It got to the point that when we finished our fajitas we stood up and had enough of the lack of service that we went to the counter to pay, only to realize that we still had our desserts. Funnily enough it was at the counter that they said to us “I’m sorry, there is only Flan or chocolate ice-cream, we’ve run out of mousse”.
Thanks for telling your patrons at the point of ordering!!!
So we sat back down waiting for our chocolate ice-cream whilst we watched our diners get pretty pathetic service. A table behind us asked the waitress if they had coke zero, she said they did and came back with normal coke. LOL

One would think that there was 1 or 2 staff working the floor, but there were 3 waitresses who obviously didn’t and couldn’t get their shit together. It wasn’t THAT busy where they were run off their feet. They just couldn’t remember the last thing anyone asked them and walked away forgetting everything anyone had asked them. It was more frustrating because each and every one of them couldn’t get their shit together.

One could potentially forgive Taco Bill-Epping because they’re apparently ONE month old. but man, there needs to be serious improvement before I’d be recommending anyone to dare step in…

The other week when my bf had taken me to the Grand Hyatt to enjoy some High Tea….we decided to go shopping after our high tea.
Now high tea is something we should really do with out girlfriends because even i felt sorry for my man, who was in a room full of crazy women who were all overly excited and chatty…

anyway.. and off we went shopping down collins street.

One of our first stops was Cartier… just so we could look at diamond rings (and for him to know how much diamonds are really worth)…
needless to say, i think he had a semi heartattack at the ridonkulous prices that Cartier sells their rings at. But it’s a style that I like (their classic range that is) but at starting prices from 20K to 43K.. you kinda know that it’s ridiculously stupid.
The best line that came from the man was “even if i pimped myself, i wouldnt be able to afford half a carat”

but it was an extremely informative session because the lovely girl at Cartier did a quick “run down” on exactly how diamonds worked.. that’s all i was after and all he needed to know.

whether or not he is stupid enough to go into cartier itself to buy a 43K ring.. thats really not my problem right???

but now he knows what style i like, how big i want the rock, the quality etc etc.

men are like that sometimes, you just can’t hint to them, you literally have to show them and SOMETIMES you have to make them buy it in front of you because the chances are they are going to fuck it up anyway…

somehow i know im going to end up with something im not going to like..
but at least i know i tried.

It’s been an interesting ride with work.
I mean, I started at this company (I won’t name names because I don’t want it being google searched because I know this company does “alerts” when their name is mentioned)

Anyway, when I started, it was the middle of the GFC, it was tough. The company I was previously working at went down in adminstration…
and I was eager to get a new job, anywhere, pretty much to safeguard my future (you know, i need the money rolling in as always).

My first week on the job was spent in Adelaide training. It was somewhat overwhelming. I hate planes, and here I was catching a Qantas flight and hoping for the best.
On my flight return, I actually bumped into my ex -2 relationships ago(that was very exciting), which was also an eye opener because it was at this moment that I realized that I needed to stop crying over my most recent ex because he was a fat ugly ho- especially considering the ex I had bumped into, i never cried over that relationship.. so it was a very WTF moment indeed.
I remember getting off that flight and being a new woman.

And so in less than 6 mths, i got promoted.
and in the 2 years, I saw a LOT of changes, there were constant management changes ONLY because the owner of the business kept hiring new-er people in to “manage the business”, which meant that the old management (who were still employed) being pretty much useless.

Then about a year ago, the owner decided to sell his business to a larger company.
Lots of people left, my boss left… only because towards the end, he started acting like a dickhead. But I guess, if someone lops off your salary by 30K, it would make you into a dickhead… except he was a lazy bastard to begin with.. so in truth, he was overly paid.

Then I got a new boss.. and as we all know he was and still is an overly sensitive type of guy who was always completely unpredictable.
I never knew when he was joking or when he was going to crack the shits (probably kinda how my partner feels with me sometimes hahahha)..
and seriously…towards the end, i hated going into the office everyday.

It just wasnt my boss that was bad. the whole office (they moved us from the inner east to the far south east office) was in a bad shape. the morale was low, everybody hated work, everybody hated the change and even towards the end, even the positive people became negative.

i thought and hoped that my trip to VN would potentially make me feel better and it was probably a figment of my imagination.. but it wasnt. it was as bad as i thought it was before i left, in fact it was a lot worst. Before leaving to go on holidays, we (my partner and i) had decided that if i still hated work as much as i did then, then it was okay to start looking for work and at different options.

and look for different options i did, to date, every job application i have put forward… i have yet to hear a response (damn those bastards)

turns out, i didnt have to look very far. My colleague (who ended up resigning anyway) told me about a job she had went to but turned it down because she felt like she couldnt commit to it, offered me up as her replacement.
Next thing I know, in a matter of week, I went to 3 interviews and got told by the friday that i was successful.

I resigned on the monday… except they didnt ask me to leave then. NOooooOOoo… they made me go on a awful trek to Ballarat where I was working dog hours from 6.15am and finishing up at 8pm every night…
I was so glad to be out of Ballarat by Thursday…

Fortunately for me, Friday morning meant that it was going to be last. I rocked up to the office..only to be told that senior management have made a decision that they wanted me to go on “garden leave” basically sitting at home until my final day on paper with the organization.

My boss was devastated because he believed that the company was doing the wrong thing by me… wtf?
and that he wanted me to stay until my very last day (21st of September).. thank god they didnt want me to..

and so i packed up my things and said goodbye..

Thank GOD!!!

technically it should be day #4 if you count saturday and sunday too.. but i figured monday is a new working week.. anyway

so im back to doing nothing again…
the only thing keeping me sane is the fact that i get to write mundane things in my xanga.

i literally lie in bed and do nothing else, i occassionally go downstairs seeking food. sometimes im successful, most times i have to pry cans to open and work out how NOT to break the microwave.

you know when it says “heat for 2 mins, then stir, then heat for 1 minute”, i get lazy and just leave it in the microwave for 3 minutes.. then stir at the end, see to me, i cant see the difference.
anyways, i did that yesterday and the lid popped off the container, exploded in the microwave..
still trying to clean out minestrone bits…and trying to explain to my parents exactly how 3 minutes in a microwave resulted in a disastrous result.

i was somewhat more successful yesterday….i took the dog for a walk, i didnt go on my afternoon run, i would have liked to, but my lack of motivation got the better of me.
The dog walk was an interesting one, my dog freaked out after he started barking at nothing. there was nothing in sight except an empty block of land, no one was about but he wouldnt stop growling and then we retreated home.
my mum suspects that he may have been barking at a ghost. GREAT… now i have to find a new route to take.. one where the dog hasnt shitted along the way. between dog poo and ghosts, im running out of options.

ahhh, reading back, i realized my blogging isnt even flowing.. one minute im talking about dog poop and ghosts and then it’s minestrone bits… but folks, it happens when u stay at home. your brain becomes scattered.. after 2 days of doing nothing. imagine what it’s going to be like at the end of the month. I probably wouldnt be able to string sentences together.

I think I go blog something else specifically… and start again….

Today is my first “non” working day.
where i would normally be at work… instead I am now at home doing nothing… until the 1st of October.

it’s a strange feeling to have, knowing i dont have to worry about anything to do with work or that I have no responsibilities at all.

At first I was really elated thinking “great, i can sleep in” but after sleeping in… and lazing about, it got boring pretty quick.

I did however set out on a walk with my dog.
We walked for about 30 minutes around the neighbourhood, up until my dog decided to POO right in the middle of the road.
someone needs to tell my dog that POOing is by no ways of marking one’s territory.

i might decide to go on a run later.. but later seems like an eternity.. and im feeling pretty lazy atm..

*sigh*

4 more weeks of this.. i dont know if i can last..
it would drive me crazy.. or not

How different a situation becomes.. only within a week.

The last time i Blogged, i was unsure of whether or not I succeeded in getting a job,
and the next thing I know.. I got it.
and now im not allowed back to my current employer and have to stay home until the 1st of October.. which is when i start my new job

wow.