Archive for October, 2002

No more My Civil Liberties…

October 31st, 2002

I picked up the paper this morning and was so irate about the lead story regarding the ASIO raids homes in and Perth that I fired off the below grumpiness to the Editor:

It seems ASIO has progressed in its intelligence gathering capabilities – they found someone who could speak Bhasa. Or more likely one of the more linguistically gifted members of the Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade helped them translate Jaya Fadly Basri’s newsletter. As a result of what appears to be a ‘church newsletter’, probably not dissimilar from one from an Anglican or Catholic Church advertising a white elephant sale, they’ve raided this man’s house? This considered evidence in these troubled times? Or it based the fact he a prominent local Muslim who has happened to have met Abu Bakar Bashir? I’ve been to lectures given by Irish Republicans wanting the British out of Northern Ireland. Does that make me a terrorist? Perhaps we can hold him without trial too? Or maybe rough him up some? That’d undoubtedly get George W in a congratulatory mood. We’d certainly be upholding America’s concept of democratic values. We are a free and democratic country. Don’t let us become what we oppose. Let us protect this country and the freedoms of its residents.

Dancing a jig

October 30th, 2002

Still very happy. Had a lot of people comment that they hadn’t seen me this happy in two years. Can you imagine? I haven’t actually felt this happy about a ‘work’ related thing for TWO years. I have been reminding myself of what I’ve done and have danced several little jigs in happiness as a result.

When I resigned yesterday afternoon you cannot believe the relief that little action gave me. I told my boss and I could not keep the smile off my face. After I did it I didn’t bother to keep hiding the smile. Word travelled fast too. Got several calsl from all over Australia today (and several IMs and emails from overseas *grin* – thanks to all who thought of me today – much appreciated!). More when I feel more able to communicate.

Reading: Band of Brothers

Listening to: Paul Kelly, Sixpence none the richer, Pete Yorn.

Got Job

October 29th, 2002

Happy. Got new job. More soon when less incoherently happy.

Adios all.

Dancing been

October 28th, 2002

Went out Saturday night and ended up having a big one. Lu and me caught up with one of her friends for dinner – Bill & Tony’s – cheap cheerful and currently not very nice Italian – the sort of place with six things the menu and it feels like a bloody production line. Then we hit the Burdiken for a few drinks and they were having a retro night – all 80s hits. Much singing and dancing along. Just one of those nights when the music was just what I wanted to hear and song after song made us jump up and dance crazy-like. They then threw in some Motown and it was a perfect evening. Lu consumed a little bit too much Champagne and was a tad dizzy and not feeling well when we got home.

Lumbered up about midday and then went down to Marrickville for a stroll. Which I suspect was cover for Lu browsing jewellery stores. Ate in a very nice Vietnamese Pho place. Was the best Pho I’ve had for ages. Then meandered home and watched Monsoon Wedding. Which was a very good film. Topped it off when home made pizza and a few glasses of wine. All in all a bloody relaxing day.

Was not keen getting up this morning and had both cats curled around me absorbing what warmth there was and that encouraged further sleep. Romeo was very grumpy when I got up – he peered at me and all I could see was little yellow slits and he made a little burble hello noise like “Where the fuck do you think you’re going human – I’m still sleeping and therefore require your warmth further”. Mitsu just threw a paw over her face and went back to sleep. She’s much more pragmatic about this whole having to be up in the daylight thing. I expect they’ve both wandered into the nearest of sun for their ‘daytime’ nap by now. So nice ‘night time’ nap and then
‘daytime’ nap. I could live like that.

More work site design too. I ditched the interim step which would have been V6 I think. It was a nice design but it didn’t do it for me. So onto V7 which based a three box design that should display alright in IE/NN 4 and look very good in newer browsers. Also slimming down the site. Not sure what to cut yet. Of course if I don’t slim it down then the design might change. *grin*

Adios all. Off to goof off at work.

Reading: Re-reading Michael Connolly City of Bones and Robert Crais LA Requiem

Listening: laughter, Catie Curtis.

Tender oh sweet tender

October 26th, 2002

My current employer has made yet another blunder in the morale department by butchering our incentive program. They’ve added another brick in the wall to the crippling morale problems I already have to deal with. They expect staff will put up with being treated like shit and then just ignore it ‘in the best interests of the company’. Like shit they will. People don’t forget how they are treated and they will pay it back. Ah well nothing I can do since I feed at a lower level in the food chain.

Still waiting to hear about job. It’ll progress how it progresses.

Also a friend sent me this link suggesting that perhaps this was a relative of mine. Hell no. I would have gotten away with it. No hangman for me.

Reading: Empire mag.

Listening to: Tom Waits, Juliana Hatfield, Fine Young Cannibals.

The lines of my earth

October 24th, 2002

Interview went well and rest of the day went downhill rapidly from there. I felt really good about the interview and I am feeling fairly confident. Going to be a lot of project management which I find okay thankfully. You just need the right combination of tools to ensure all the tracking and control done right.

Then I came to work… *sigh*

Listening to: Sixpence none the richer, Catie Curtis.

Paying the piper

October 23rd, 2002

One of the contributors to my guestbook has suggested that the term ‘paying the piper’ comes from the Browning poem. Actually according to my copy of Brewer’s Phrase and Fable it does not:

Pay (To). To discharge a debt. (French, payer.)
Who’s to pay the piper? Who to stand Sam? who to pay the score? The phrase comes from the tradition about the Pied Piper of Hameln, who agreed to cure the town of rats and mice; when he had done so, the people of Hameln refused to pay him, whereupon he piped again, and led all the children to Koppelberg Hill, which closed over them.
From the corresponding French phrase,

Oh, kiss me between the milky twilight

October 23rd, 2002

Making happy music in my office. Singing away because I’ve got one of those rare days when the guys I share my office with are both out and I get it all to myself. With the exception of the phone ringing every ten seconds. Also doing a lot of Zealing because I’m bored and have no real work to do. I’ve taken up a few new categories that look to have considerable amounts of work attached to their rehab (no pun intended to those who know what those categories are). So that’ll give me something to do. And studying away for tomorrows interview in which I have to prove my tech cred. I think I’ll do alright. I think the HTML and CSS together with the JavaScript and PHP mucking around that I’ve done over the last few months has been very useful in helping me work out how this product works. So fingers crossed and heart in mouth I depart…

Reading: a lot about JSP and EJB 2.0 and CMP and lot’s of other TLAs.

Listening to: Sixpence now the richer. As might be guessed by the title of this entry.

View on the world

October 22nd, 2002

Got a second round interview for the job I pursuing. A techo interview. That feels good though I belong to the school of pessimism that says don’t count your chickens until you have then penned.

Reading: Some crap I picked up at Better Dead Than Read

Listening: Sixpence none the Richer

Cannot find life. Retry?

October 22nd, 2002

Still waiting to hear about job. So am now very nervous. I just can’t see past this. I don’t know what I will do if I don’t get the job. It’s the first job in a long time that I have actually wanted to get rather than just to get away from my current role. It’s going to be hard to muster any enthusiasm for work after this – not that it isn’t sodding enough now. There something else out there but it’s another dodgy broker who belongs to the lead you and then let you drop school of recruiting. I can sense them about ten miles off now. They keep you a string as Plan B but make like you are Plan A. I spent about five weeks talking back and forth with a similar agent who then sent me an email saying the role had fallen through. Didn’t even have the guts to tell me over the phone. The funny thing that I am in a position to chose vendors for recruiting and they don’t seem to realise it. So for my current role and all future roles scratch her firm off the list.

I can but wait and see.

Reading: Eric Meyer

Listening to: Sita