My first week of my new job was an overwhelming whirlwind - thank you APEC for making it a 4 day week, I think a 4 day first week on a new job should be introduced. I'll start a petition.
I felt totally lost for a good part of the 'meet and greets'. I know I wont be talking to the advertising person for the longest time maybe even for the entire duration of my employ... Oh well. I had some basic lessons on the 'processes' that I must familiarise myself with in order to do 'my job' (tell me again what that is?) I don't know the first thing about the resource industry!
Thursday was my site initiation, I need to know the properties I'll be managing / gaining access etc... In doing so, first stop was to purchase new Steel Cap's YAY! I didn't pay for them :-) (my old boots didn't suffice) I saw too many wells. I've been told they want me to be spend a couple days with the rig and I had a tour through the plant (induction to the plant in the coming week).
During the week I couldn't help it wonder 'why did they pick me for this job?' Then I remember: access to property, me property girl.
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The news of Pavarotti passing brought a tear to my eye - such a great loss.
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One of my girlfriends met a boy a couple weeks ago, he 'threw a sheep' at her on facebook then started messaging each other... A week later they went out on their first date, this was last Wednesday night, since then they have seen each Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday night (last I spoke to her was Monday, so I haven't had any further updates). I haven't seen her so illuminated in months, if not years. I wonder if has any idea? I wonder if guys ever know how us girls are when in the comfort of our closest friends
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I'm wondering why I have Hollywood crushes on villains? Timothy and James - my heart races....
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I'm toey as all hell... I was thinking it's been a while since I've had a bit of action, I struggled to think back and realised it wasn't that long ago... I was quick to reassess, my thought processed to 'the last time I had *good* sex'. Then my mind wandered to 'the last time I had *mind blowing* sex' ohhh too long. All I want is to be pushed up against a wall, hot, passionate, my clothes to be ripped off* and feel a mans touch all over me, everywhere... The lust and passion to last hours and hours and hours...
* not literally, I don't want my clothes ruined
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I don't know why or what had come over me during the weekend but the exposure to all my fantastic friends made me on edge, experiencing waves of intellectual inferiority.
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I have a new 'work phone' AKA CrackBerry, together with a new phone number. Of course this is all part of the 'package' (laptop and parking too). I'm still using my current number and phone as the number is advertised and the organisation has a 'fair go' policy on internet usage, I'm assuming this policy would stream over to mobile phone usage and *that* is not a conversation I wish to endure.
On Sunday evening I received my first little text message:
Well, well, well.... Is this the first impression I've made on my first week at a new job? I asked my 'team leader' if my number was reassigned. As you would know it I received a phone call from a highly affluent politician asking to speak to a former employee - oops... I was allocated a new number, but before this happening the General Manager read the text and in the next *meeting* with 20 plus people it was referred to *blush*, if I thought I could fly under the radar for a few weeks I was wrong.
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I can't help it me politically incorrect in this statement - I don't like fat models or cheerleaders. Whats with this new movement towards 'real woman' in advertising?
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I had my first 'after work drink', not with colleagues yet of course. So nice to have a vodka with great company after work... I was in my usual rush of finish work, have drink, grocery shopping and cook dinner. No rest for the wicked.
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Why are so many of my friends inviting me to "World Cup Rugby" functions? My care factor for this event couldn't be any less. Polite declines left right and centre.
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Things that impressed me this week:
- A friend coming over and bringing Moon Cakes
- A friend offering to contribute petrol money (when was the last time that happened?)
- A guy my friend recently started seeing being totally wrapped in her
I felt totally lost for a good part of the 'meet and greets'. I know I wont be talking to the advertising person for the longest time maybe even for the entire duration of my employ... Oh well. I had some basic lessons on the 'processes' that I must familiarise myself with in order to do 'my job' (tell me again what that is?) I don't know the first thing about the resource industry!
Thursday was my site initiation, I need to know the properties I'll be managing / gaining access etc... In doing so, first stop was to purchase new Steel Cap's YAY! I didn't pay for them :-) (my old boots didn't suffice) I saw too many wells. I've been told they want me to be spend a couple days with the rig and I had a tour through the plant (induction to the plant in the coming week).
During the week I couldn't help it wonder 'why did they pick me for this job?' Then I remember: access to property, me property girl.
************************************
The news of Pavarotti passing brought a tear to my eye - such a great loss.
************************************
One of my girlfriends met a boy a couple weeks ago, he 'threw a sheep' at her on facebook then started messaging each other... A week later they went out on their first date, this was last Wednesday night, since then they have seen each Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday night (last I spoke to her was Monday, so I haven't had any further updates). I haven't seen her so illuminated in months, if not years. I wonder if has any idea? I wonder if guys ever know how us girls are when in the comfort of our closest friends
***********************************
I'm wondering why I have Hollywood crushes on villains? Timothy and James - my heart races....
**********************************
I'm toey as all hell... I was thinking it's been a while since I've had a bit of action, I struggled to think back and realised it wasn't that long ago... I was quick to reassess, my thought processed to 'the last time I had *good* sex'. Then my mind wandered to 'the last time I had *mind blowing* sex' ohhh too long. All I want is to be pushed up against a wall, hot, passionate, my clothes to be ripped off* and feel a mans touch all over me, everywhere... The lust and passion to last hours and hours and hours...
* not literally, I don't want my clothes ruined
*********************************
I don't know why or what had come over me during the weekend but the exposure to all my fantastic friends made me on edge, experiencing waves of intellectual inferiority.
************************************
I have a new 'work phone' AKA CrackBerry, together with a new phone number. Of course this is all part of the 'package' (laptop and parking too). I'm still using my current number and phone as the number is advertised and the organisation has a 'fair go' policy on internet usage, I'm assuming this policy would stream over to mobile phone usage and *that* is not a conversation I wish to endure.
On Sunday evening I received my first little text message:
Could c u doing me in Paris
Well, well, well.... Is this the first impression I've made on my first week at a new job? I asked my 'team leader' if my number was reassigned. As you would know it I received a phone call from a highly affluent politician asking to speak to a former employee - oops... I was allocated a new number, but before this happening the General Manager read the text and in the next *meeting* with 20 plus people it was referred to *blush*, if I thought I could fly under the radar for a few weeks I was wrong.
***********************************
I can't help it me politically incorrect in this statement - I don't like fat models or cheerleaders. Whats with this new movement towards 'real woman' in advertising?
*****************************
I had my first 'after work drink', not with colleagues yet of course. So nice to have a vodka with great company after work... I was in my usual rush of finish work, have drink, grocery shopping and cook dinner. No rest for the wicked.
********************************
Why are so many of my friends inviting me to "World Cup Rugby" functions? My care factor for this event couldn't be any less. Polite declines left right and centre.
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Things that impressed me this week:
- A friend coming over and bringing Moon Cakes
- A friend offering to contribute petrol money (when was the last time that happened?)
- A guy my friend recently started seeing being totally wrapped in her
13 comments:
Sounds like you like the new job, even if it does come with naughty messages!
Miss Nat blushing..... I don't think so!
re: intellectual inferiority - I suffer from this every day!
were the moon cakes any good?
so... want to watch a World Cup game? Ha!
Ha! I haven't seen any either.
sarah - naughty messages and dirty references and I'm at home :-)
i've been a little busy i have 9 posts i've saved of yours in bloglines...
wal - i do blush a lot!!!
Cibby - intellectual inferiority, you? ha! can't believe that. i need a degree to understand a brief description of what you do ;-)
moon cakes were delicious as my mummy told me (she only left me 1/8 of the one in the tin)
i'm going to my mates place on saturday night to keep Anji company :-)
Oh, best of luck with your new job Miss Natalie. Second week and all that :)
Crushing on Timothy and James - totally normal. If you want to see Timothy looking really fine - Deadwood. Dressed up in the smooth threads of the Old West... *sigh*
As to the fat models/cheerleaders thing - well, as a big girl I have to say I'm in favour of more realistic models being used t advertise women's clothes, etc (ie: all healthy body sizes being represented) but seeing overweight women squeezing themselves into clothes that do nothing to make them look good and instead make them look like (and I love this description) two pigs wrestling under a latex blanket... well, I'll march against that shit.
Oh and Yay! New Job!
Hope all goes well... you know, without anymore misdirected dirty messages and stuff.
That's one of your best posts in ages - mainly because you slagged off fat chicks and talked about sex.
Keep up the good work!
You are so four shades of wrong sometimes but you're adorable so you get away with it.
P.S were you EVER politically correct??? ;)
Thanks Rosanna :-)
MissE - I like the 'supermodels' Elle, Naomi, Cindy, Linda etc beautiful woman, slim and curvy not the sticks we see on most cat walks but I saw some models blubbering down the cat walk and it was most disturbing... we all know im chucky , i like to see a woman and figure to aspire
the messages are entertaining are they not?
I'm glad you approve Cam :-)
Steph - *snap*
"Could c u doing me in Paris" - ah, but could you see him? ;)
Miss Nat,
You will have to resign from the new job....... It's taking tooooooo much of your time and not leaving you enough Blog life.
Miss you xxx
not literally, I don't want my clothes ruined
Hahahahahaa, I can sooo imagine that!!!
Anyhoo hope everything's going well Natalie, please accept my humble appy-polly-logies for recent lack of visitage. :)
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