Loosely Arranged Thoughts

Dear blog, its been awhile.

Not much has happened apart from me changing my decision on what I want my career to be.. approximately every 4 minutes. This is obviously stressful and confusing and I have turned into a bit of a human zombie in the process. I suppose it is normal to be worried for the future but it can be quite taxing on your overall mood. Sometimes I wonder whether in this day and age we are taught to grow up too fast and end up sounding upset and worried 24/7- this is a ravine I refuse to fall into. I know positivity is key but this is also not always easily achievable- then again, some of the world’s greatest success stories have come from people who have hit rock bottom, that being the driving force to in turn propel them forward in life. Most of us want to be successful, I believe success depends on what you define as a success- It can be something as great, or small, as you like.  I once heard a quote or something of the sort, which stated something along the lines of: “What would you attempt, it you knew you could not fail at it”. I like that one. *stares creepily into space*

In other news, holidays are coming up.. Also the magic themed mufti day- in which I will be wearing elf ears, so the student council the little tight knit super power that we are will be expecting everyone to get involved and wear something magic themed. I feel like I’m talking to my self, this is like one of those venting blog posts that you write not planning to publish but end up doing so anyway.

I feel like I should have something dramatic to say, like i’m moving to Australia, but I don’t. On the subject of Australia it looks like the most amazing country to me, I want to/plan on living there. I’ve been liking the sound of Melbourne because it seems to be a modernistic, populated hub but then again there’s always Sydney, Adelaide etc but for some reason I can hear Melbourne calling my name from across the ditch.. *listens intently*. I am dying to go to Australia this year to have a look around but alas i’ll have to earn some money which would mean moving, which would be in the form of crawling as i’m particularly decrepit at the moment. Oh well, I you can dream it you can do it.. I suppose.

That concludes todays blog entry. Leave a comment below on what you are wearing to the mufti day, or where you have been/recommend I live in Australia and why. I never get comments despite plenty of you reading this thing (yes, I stalk the stats) so it would be very enlightening. Also include future ideas for posts as I’m open to ideas. 

..Ben :)

Crude Job Observations

The question “Am I Employable” is a difficult one. I mean, I work reasonably hard with a reasonable rate of success but will anybody ever want me to work for them. For those of us who aren’t airs to millions of dollars *cough* Paris Hilton *cough*, having a job can be the difference between living comfortably and crouching outside italian restaurants begging for scraps for the rest of your life.

A job can have many different definitions depending on who you are. For example if I had low standards I would maybe aim to work for Mac Donald’s with the hope of being promoted to McCafe (exciting..) and If I had high standards I could theoretically be aiming to be head of a large global cooperation, however this is not likely as I fear the evil that is associated with these businesses *cough* BP oil scandal *cough*. Some people define their jobs as a way to make money full stop, but others actually enjoy them .. shock horror. 

Others see their jobs as daunting, then again some seem to subconsciously use them as a tool to spy on people. I recently went to a popular Indian restaurant with some friends, for, not surprisingly, a curry. The waiters seemed to be reasonably professional and efficient but there was one unusual waitress of which gazed at us consciously for the duration of our meal, so close that I wondered if she thought her unflattering apron-thing was an invisibility cloak. I was told she was there to ensure that we didn’t run off without paying, more like some sort of crude stakeout if you ask me. So does having a job give one the right to act weirdly?  According to the ignorance she received, yes.

Apparently I am the only one who feels uncomfortable around wait staff in restaurants. Don’t get me wrong I don’t mind a bit of banter with them, but when it comes to the crunch I’d rather not have miss invisibility-apron breathing down my neck. My friends seemed oblivious to the presence of the waitress, and that my blog buddies is the key to it- to be seen but not heard in your jobs. This is the best piece of advice you will ever read [citation desperately needed].

I warn you now, to beware of the conniving wait staff. They no your secrets, your lies, your address and worst of all: they may just know your favourite type of curry.... 

..Ben

Fainting Fun

Contrary to the title, fainting is not as fun as it looks in the movies. I should know, as for some reason I am incredibly prone to it at the moment. To set the scene I was at the gym one day working on my guns (which don’t actually exist but I can pretend) when I suddenly felt sick, and to cut a long story short collapsed into the arms of my trainer. I was out cold for 30 seconds, and to my disappointment did not have any epiphanies while I was unconscious. So then, I wondered, as my gollum-like body lay sprawled on the floor: why the balls did this happen? After doing some brief research I discovered that I am not intelligent enough to understand the logistics of blacking out, and I should therefore rely on illogical conclusions I have drawn out myself. 

So, getting out a pen and paper I began to jot down the possible reasons for my passing out. I eventually decided that I was either a) lovestruck b) allergic to exercise c) so skinny that I am sick. I eventually decided that the best option was to take myself to the doctor to get a check-up. The doctor concluded that nothing appeared to be wrong with me (apart from anxiety issues and crazy syndrome) but it would be best to get some blood tests done to look at the bigger picture. I must admit I am not the biggest fan of needles (understatement) but I duly hopped back into my little car and went to have some tests done.

The little asian nurse at the lab was the cutest thing ever, lets call her ‘Jenny’, and sat me down to have my blood taken out of me. I guess I began to freak out when my blood was purple but I am also a self -diagnosed colour blind citizen so I just put it down to my awful interpretation colours. As ‘Jenny’ drew the blood from my arm (which is about as thick as a walking stick) I stared hard at the weird pac man-like drawings on the wall. The pac man-like ‘things’ scowled at me and I was bought back to my time in Japan, but thats another post for another day. Anyway- back at the lab I began to sweat like crazy person (which I suppose I am) and my vision very quickly went blurry and weird. I told ‘Jenny’ that I was about to black out and she responded by crazily trying to lift me out of the chair I was on and onto the floor (‘Jenny’ is about as tall as a four year old and her attempts at moving me on her own accord were frivolous). I told ‘Jenny’ that I was perfectly fine to move myself to the floor, so I did so and she shoved a bin under my legs to get the blood flowing towards my heart. 

So I suppose ‘Jenny’ saved me from fainting and cracking my head open which is quite nice... I must admit that I hope this is the end of my fainting chronicles. Maybe it is a mind game I am playing with myself but I hope to say ‘Sayonara’ to these situations once and for all. Lets hope that when my purple blood samples come back they will be able to tell me something.. good things!

Ben :)