… Stories of My Mind …

Amongst the many lists I keep, here is one that’s been on my mind…

• Enrol in CFA Level 3
• Tasmania in December
• Buy the iPod Nano with that sexy Bose SoundDock
• Do more photography with my new amazing camera
• Get on top of work
• Book NT trip for March
• Recover lost stamina and start running again
• Do some volunteer work
• Find perpetual happiness

I think that was quite a comprehensive list. Milestone check in December.

Currently still very stoked with passing CFA Level 2.

If I told you stories of my past

Would you remember them?

If I told you about who I am, who I can be,

Would you be interested?

You were here, then you were gone

It’s almost like you’re a memory

But you didn’t last that long.

Still, I remembered.

Some things you said

They reverberated.

I could hardly believe they did.

Maybe that’s why I had to meet you.

I will take charge of my own happiness

And I will not let the daily consume me

I will remember all the good things

And I will remember to take things as they come

You were just a lesson in passing.

When the person you want to speak to doesn’t call, but the person that you most didn’t want to speak to (and at some point in the past you really want to) calls.

Then you ask, can’t you just call who you want to speak to?

No, because then I’d be crowding them.

So go the mind games….

Long story short, he was premature. VERY premature. Further downside included dysfunctional equipment and now, we know equipment come in different sizes, his was at the very, very, very low end.

Having had this happen, I did not know whether to laugh or curl up in embarrassment – it was just the most embarrassing and yet funniest thing that’s ever happened!! I couldn’t believe it. I so did not want to see him again.

And I really meant it, I did not want to see him again – I did not want to hear from him and I had no intention of seeing him or wanting to know about him. I would have thought if anyone was him that he would have seriously gone into his car and just died of embarrassment.

But no, as I was in an engagement party last night, Mr such-bad-sex-that-it-was-no-sex called. Yes, he called. I picked up because I was stupid and the conversation went like this:

Him:   Hi, this is…

Me:      *pauses* What’s up?

Him:   How are you? How is rowing?

Me:      It’s fine, look, I’m busy at the moment, can I call you back some other time? (and the hope was to never call him again)

Him:   Oh, can I just ask you one question?

Me:      Yeah?

Him:    Are you going to be at CitytoSurf tomorrow?

Me:       Uh… no.

The audacity! I can’t believe he wanted to see me again – what made him think that I would give him a second chance? I have to agree it was really brave, but it was stupid kind of brave, no intelligence involved whatsoever!! And you know how I’d turn at no intelligence…

That weekend of mistake is really going to haunt me!!

Currently suffering from a killer sore throat.

This is what happens when you’ve been undisciplined about going to the gym - when you finally do go and want to get back on track, you really pay for it the next day.

Got a little ambitious and did BodyPump yesterday (the last time I did BodyPump was the week before my CFA exam - I spent the next three days in pain), and today getting out of my chair to pick up printing was a huge ask. I could barely lift up my arms. Taking notes in a meeting was just futile.

But I will have to keep going, because if I don’t, we know what will happen…

So, this job. It’s interesting, the hours are shorter (in the office at 8am instead of the 7am before), and for sure, the people are nicer (though I sometimes find that difficult to deal with - I think I got used to people being tough customers). Probably doing just under 12 hours a day, but man, is it tiring. The days are intense, sometimes going from one meeting to another, and trying to “understand” so many things. The amount of reading (and this isn’t light reading, even the charts take effort to make sense of) makes The Count of Monte Cristo look like a joke. There are times when I have ideas and I want to empty all that onto Microsoft Word, then I see something and I get distracted. When I want to get back to it I forgot about the sentence that I was going to type out.

Let’s face it, I have a short attention span (yes, no need to remind me who the goldfish is in the house), these back-to-back meetings don’t always do it for me. I sit in the meeting and I find myself zoning out - missing out on a whole minute of discussion. What’s the big deal you ask? Someone may have said something, quoted some statistic that I missed out on. Worse yet, zoned out of an investment idea that could have made us some money!!

But I quite like what I am doing now, compared to what I was doing. It’s interesting and it’s currently keeping me on my tip toes. I’m just glad that I could do an intense day and still get home before 9pm and grab something to eat and watch TV. Or do a hard day and sleep in late enough to recuperate for the next day.

Maybe this is how we should be looking at this work thing - that it’s all an experience. And if it’s interesting and if it makes good money all the better.

I was just going through some of my Scotland photos, and thought I might as well show you some of them…

See, at least with this job, I have the time to maintain a blog and sort my photos.

… but I’d much rather be travelling.

Currently listening to Friday the 13th - Live by Maroon5