Honesty, the worst fiscal policy

Before Christmas I ordered two copies of 'Buddha Bar: Ten Years' from my favourite online music outlet. One was for me and the other was meant for my brother. Usually I get the discs about 4-5 days after I order them but when they didn't come for a couple of weeks, I emailed them and asked what was going on. They were nice enough to say that they'd been dispatched but since I hadn't received them, they would send me another couple, which arrived safe and sound.

I thought no more of this issue until a couple of weeks ago when I got a postal slip in my mailbox telling me I had a package at the post office. I was a bit confused because I wasn't expecting anything and most things that I buy are able to fit through the slot. (And for some stoopid reason the PO isn't open half a day on weekends like most decent-sized POs, so I either have to take time off work or harrass my flatmate to fetch the parcel cos she works in North Sydney). (Guess which option won?)

She got the packages - it was the missing CDs. The lady at the PO admitted that they'd been "slack" and that the parcels were left over from Christmas (so I was notified TWO MONTHS after they actually came in). The bad thing was, the packages DO actually fit in my mail box (cos the replacements did) so I shouldn't have needed to send my flatmate to the PO after all. Shame Australia Post, shame.

It got worse. I decided to be a good girl and tell CD-WOW that the missing CDs had turned up and that I was going to send them back. I thought I'd just strike out my address and put "return to sender" on the package. Not so. There was no return address on the actual packages, so they gave me an address in CYPRUS. I had to repackage the CDs (they are despatched separately in order to fit through normal mailbox slots) and go to the PO and pay them for what was their mistake. You have no idea how annoying that was. It cost me $9.50 and that was by sea mail, the slowest, cheapest way.

So. Yeah. Being honest. Not always good.

Not a good time

12:17am is not a good time to start working on one's CV. I really don't know what I'm doing. I don't actually want a new job, but I don't feel I can stay where I am, sweet as it is. My time is almost up. It is pouring outside and I can hear the rain crashing down through the trees outside my window.

I am debating the merits of including a 'career objective' on my CV. At the moment I have "To work in a meaningful environment that values high quality written communication skills and provides a collaborative space for new ideas and directions." It sounds kind of wanky but it's true. The problem with where I am now is that no one listens to me. I don't want to rule the roost, I just want to know why I can't do things. It sucks because for the most part I know there's no reason why I can't. This frustrates me. All right, time to go to bed.

(Too much My Chemical Romance. Mae Mae made me watch their DVD doco thingy as they are her new obsession).

The Lone Gunman

The Lone Gunman is so hot right now. Pity that the only two things we have in common is that we work for the same company and we both like photography. Someone told me that he broke up with his girlfriend because she cheated on him but that is just speculation. Should I mention that he is four years younger than me? (They're getting older, I promise - at least he's in his twenties).

Fat Tuesday

Dream: Forgetting to read the Sports section of the Saturday SMH

Reading: Soldier Boy, Anthony Hill
Previous: The Messenger, Markus Zusak

Listening: 'Take it or Leave it', The Strokes
Previous: 'Laugh in their Faces', The Whitlams

Browsing: www.mardigras.org.au
Previous: www.pyrmonts.com.au (going out to dinner tonight)

Thinking: about whether I write first or tidy my room
Previous: about how I'm going to organise friends for the Mardi Gras parade next week

To do: update CV. Write Machine of Death story. Sort photos for travel journal (still pending, sigh).