A few quirky/funny things I've noticed over the past little while:
1. When people leave comments on a photo album on Facebook, and the album gets updated semi-frequently. Funny for a number of reasons:
(a) The commenter usually thinks that their comment applies only to a single photo in the album. The comment therefore eventually becomes completely irrelevant as the album gets updated, sometimes leading to often hilarious disparities between the photos being posted and the original comment.
(b) The comment pops up every time the uploader uploads a photo to the album.
2. The temperature within a train carriage has a direct positive correlation with the amount of rain pouring down outside.
3. It's funny how 99% of the population assumes that accountants are good at tax. I mean, I can see why they would, but it's just funny, in the sense that it's completely alien to most of us. Like getting a baker to cook seafood.
Completely unrelated (because all that other stuff above was really related and intertwined), but this Coldplay song:
Word of the Day: Quirky
Showing posts with label public transport. Show all posts
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Sunday, 13 April 2014
Saturday, 4 May 2013
Time lapse lifeography.
Unbelievably, it's already May. The fifth month of the year. Out of twelve months. Almost half way through.
Quite fortuitously, today, the 4th of May, is exactly two months since I started this job.
Feels like just yesterday when I was all like, where am I? Where am I supposed to be? What do I have to do next? Who do I talk to?
Quite a bit has happened since then. I'm on to my third client, learned a great deal, got most of my admin stuff under control, and I'm soon to enrol and begin my first CA subject. I've also gotten into Game of Thrones (so, like, I heard that winter is coming), Arsenal are a bit more on track than they were a few months ago, I've made a few friends, watched Iron Man 3 (good, good movie) and increased my hatred of public transport.
I'm enjoying it so far. There's been a few late ones, and a couple of people I didn't really get along with, but the great thing about audit is that these two variables generally don't persist for more than a few weeks.
Finishing late is usually attached to certain jobs. Likewise with people you don't get along with. Rotating jobs every few weeks lets me get away from both after a few weeks. Usually, anyway.
Even with the people I don't really get along with, I've sort of learned to not take it personally. I mean, some people make it personal, but I've just kind of tried to take the view that that's just how they are. Just not very personable. Or maybe it's the pressure from work. Anyway, I haven't had to work with a great deal of people like that. Maybe just a couple.
It's all a learning experience anyway. You learn to not be like that to someone when you're teaching them something. Also, angry/angsty feedback doesn't necessarily preclude it from being useful feedback. Just because someone pretty much labels you an idiot for stuffing something up, at least they've let you know that you've stuffed something up.
I'm also pretty pleased that the social calendar is picking up somewhat in the next couple of weeks. Kind of the storm before the storm. The social storm before the work storm. Or something.
Word of the Day: Thrones
Quite fortuitously, today, the 4th of May, is exactly two months since I started this job.
Feels like just yesterday when I was all like, where am I? Where am I supposed to be? What do I have to do next? Who do I talk to?
Quite a bit has happened since then. I'm on to my third client, learned a great deal, got most of my admin stuff under control, and I'm soon to enrol and begin my first CA subject. I've also gotten into Game of Thrones (so, like, I heard that winter is coming), Arsenal are a bit more on track than they were a few months ago, I've made a few friends, watched Iron Man 3 (good, good movie) and increased my hatred of public transport.
I'm enjoying it so far. There's been a few late ones, and a couple of people I didn't really get along with, but the great thing about audit is that these two variables generally don't persist for more than a few weeks.
Finishing late is usually attached to certain jobs. Likewise with people you don't get along with. Rotating jobs every few weeks lets me get away from both after a few weeks. Usually, anyway.
Even with the people I don't really get along with, I've sort of learned to not take it personally. I mean, some people make it personal, but I've just kind of tried to take the view that that's just how they are. Just not very personable. Or maybe it's the pressure from work. Anyway, I haven't had to work with a great deal of people like that. Maybe just a couple.
It's all a learning experience anyway. You learn to not be like that to someone when you're teaching them something. Also, angry/angsty feedback doesn't necessarily preclude it from being useful feedback. Just because someone pretty much labels you an idiot for stuffing something up, at least they've let you know that you've stuffed something up.
I'm also pretty pleased that the social calendar is picking up somewhat in the next couple of weeks. Kind of the storm before the storm. The social storm before the work storm. Or something.
Word of the Day: Thrones
Friday, 21 August 2009
Church Watch Episode 2
And today's saying outside the Burwood Highway Church is: "Choose to smile, not frown."
Sounds like a good idea, right?
Kinda hard to put into practice. But I'll try. Definitely sounds like a lot more fun then moping about all the time.
This week has passed in a haze of very little sleep and very much coffee (well, very much for me at least).
I've also noticed how much I've been hitting my head on those bus handle things that dangle from the roof. Seriously, it's not like I'm blessed with abnormal height. Imagine how many times taller people hit their heads on those things. Another reason not to take public transport, I guess.
I've been thinking. Yes, again. You know how people say you should never give up? Well, I've been thinking that there should be a point when you do give up. Or at least, not try as hard. Because it gets so frustrating sometimes that it just does not seem worth it.
After having said that, I know I won't. I never do. Serious character flaw, I think.
Next blog post, look out for post number 200. A special milestone, I think. Which calls for special somethings. Hang out for it.
Word of the Day: Frustration
Sounds like a good idea, right?
Kinda hard to put into practice. But I'll try. Definitely sounds like a lot more fun then moping about all the time.
This week has passed in a haze of very little sleep and very much coffee (well, very much for me at least).
I've also noticed how much I've been hitting my head on those bus handle things that dangle from the roof. Seriously, it's not like I'm blessed with abnormal height. Imagine how many times taller people hit their heads on those things. Another reason not to take public transport, I guess.
I've been thinking. Yes, again. You know how people say you should never give up? Well, I've been thinking that there should be a point when you do give up. Or at least, not try as hard. Because it gets so frustrating sometimes that it just does not seem worth it.
After having said that, I know I won't. I never do. Serious character flaw, I think.
Next blog post, look out for post number 200. A special milestone, I think. Which calls for special somethings. Hang out for it.
Word of the Day: Frustration
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
Good public transport yesterday, terrible form today
One day without updating my blog, and people start clamouring for for a post. It's amazing that people notice the absence of these inane drivels of consciousness, especially those that I wouldn't have thought would read it. But there you go.
This is also going to be a pile of not-very-well-thought-out drivel, and will probably be low on humour and loaded up on jaded bitterness. I've been, and still am, in what they call a "fey" mood, fey meaning strange. I'm not exactly unhappy, just not very in it, and slightly tired, but not from anything discernible. Feel like I just can't be bothered making the effort with much at all. Just sick of it all I guess. Hope tomorrow's better. Please let it be better. Not that today was bad. I just made it bad.
Yesterday was a very fortunate day of public transportness. Why didn't I talk about it yesterday? I didn't think anybody would be interested. Why am I posting it now? Shut up.
On the way to uni, the ticket machine receptacle thing was out of order. Then on the way back, I was on an express bus, because that stops at my usual stop. However, my mother called me and told me to get off at a stop that an express bus would normally not stop at. And I forgot that express buses don't stop there. So I kept going until I got to the stop, whereby the bus driver was like "Yeah, next time, make sure you don't get on the express." But he stopped for me. Apologising profusely, I gratefully got off.
I still can't pinpoint why I was in such internal turmoil today. Combination of things I guess. And just to cap it off, it's raining now. Heavily.
Don't worry if you didn't understand the above. I don't understand it most of the time either.
Word of the Day: Fey
This is also going to be a pile of not-very-well-thought-out drivel, and will probably be low on humour and loaded up on jaded bitterness. I've been, and still am, in what they call a "fey" mood, fey meaning strange. I'm not exactly unhappy, just not very in it, and slightly tired, but not from anything discernible. Feel like I just can't be bothered making the effort with much at all. Just sick of it all I guess. Hope tomorrow's better. Please let it be better. Not that today was bad. I just made it bad.
Yesterday was a very fortunate day of public transportness. Why didn't I talk about it yesterday? I didn't think anybody would be interested. Why am I posting it now? Shut up.
On the way to uni, the ticket machine receptacle thing was out of order. Then on the way back, I was on an express bus, because that stops at my usual stop. However, my mother called me and told me to get off at a stop that an express bus would normally not stop at. And I forgot that express buses don't stop there. So I kept going until I got to the stop, whereby the bus driver was like "Yeah, next time, make sure you don't get on the express." But he stopped for me. Apologising profusely, I gratefully got off.
I still can't pinpoint why I was in such internal turmoil today. Combination of things I guess. And just to cap it off, it's raining now. Heavily.
Don't worry if you didn't understand the above. I don't understand it most of the time either.
Word of the Day: Fey
Friday, 17 July 2009
Dumbledore dies...again!
Yes. Once in the book, once in the movie. That's twice.
Yesterday on the train, on the way to see Harry Potter at Melbourne Central, I discovered how annoying a train trip without an iPod is. The reason that I didn't have my iPod on me was that I didn't really expect Banh to catch the train half an hour after mine. So yeah. There were these kids that were, for some inexplicable reason, imitating baby noises for the whole train trip. There was also this woman who kept shouting down the phone in Cantonese. It was just so annoying and...annoying.
After I got to Melbourne Central and escaped the White Noise Vortex, I met up with my homie G dawgs (what you commoners call 'friends'). The simplified version was that we went upstairs to watch Half-Blood Prince.
All in all, a good effort. Much better than the last few. It was more like a real movie, in my opinion, and not just some dodgy spin-off. The acting, which was very weak in the first few, was much, much better. The whole movie was much more mature and well-shot.
After that, Nando's awaited. Funny thing was, Steven and Kishara asked me to come to this gig, and I barely got the chance to speak to them. They left when we got to Nando's. I left my scarf at Nando's, which I intend to pick up on Sunday.
Anyway. Even though I didn't get to talk to Steven and Kish much, or Orrin for that matter, Banh and I had a good chat about important life matters, such as whether a cake tin for $47 is too expensive, and how many times I've been into a cooking shop with a guy, or any person apart from my mother, and whether Flight of the Conchords Season 2 is worth downloading. Just for the record, apparently it's not, owing to the fact that it sucks.
Word of the Day: Dumbledore
Yesterday on the train, on the way to see Harry Potter at Melbourne Central, I discovered how annoying a train trip without an iPod is. The reason that I didn't have my iPod on me was that I didn't really expect Banh to catch the train half an hour after mine. So yeah. There were these kids that were, for some inexplicable reason, imitating baby noises for the whole train trip. There was also this woman who kept shouting down the phone in Cantonese. It was just so annoying and...annoying.
After I got to Melbourne Central and escaped the White Noise Vortex, I met up with my homie G dawgs (what you commoners call 'friends'). The simplified version was that we went upstairs to watch Half-Blood Prince.
All in all, a good effort. Much better than the last few. It was more like a real movie, in my opinion, and not just some dodgy spin-off. The acting, which was very weak in the first few, was much, much better. The whole movie was much more mature and well-shot.
After that, Nando's awaited. Funny thing was, Steven and Kishara asked me to come to this gig, and I barely got the chance to speak to them. They left when we got to Nando's. I left my scarf at Nando's, which I intend to pick up on Sunday.
Anyway. Even though I didn't get to talk to Steven and Kish much, or Orrin for that matter, Banh and I had a good chat about important life matters, such as whether a cake tin for $47 is too expensive, and how many times I've been into a cooking shop with a guy, or any person apart from my mother, and whether Flight of the Conchords Season 2 is worth downloading. Just for the record, apparently it's not, owing to the fact that it sucks.
Word of the Day: Dumbledore
Monday, 25 May 2009
Il fait pleut
It rained today!
So what would you do on a day like this?
I, for one, enjoy going to uni 2 hours earlier than normal to study for the French test at 11 with Irene.
After that, I find amusement in actually doing the test. Great fun, and a few surprises and stupid mistakes mixed in to keep things exciting.
After that, what else is there left to do but to have a group meeting from 4-5, then have the idiot bus driver tell you to 'catch the next one' when you get to the door? Must be because the weather was so nice then, that he thought I wouldn't mind waiting a bit for the next bus, and that it might even be beneficial to me.
For dessert, one must then see his tram leave as soon as he gets there, then walk home in the dark, rainy, gloomy weather.
No, this is not self-pity. I just feel like venting my anger at public transport, and pleading that someone, somewhere out there is willing to give me a car and petrol for a year. Not likely, seeing as I don't yet know anybody that lives in Toorak or owns a chain of hotels.
It was quite a good day, except for said incidents. Okay, maybe not that great, but there were good moments. Okay, maybe only one or two. Moments being in units of hour-blocks.
Word of the day: sarcasm
So what would you do on a day like this?
I, for one, enjoy going to uni 2 hours earlier than normal to study for the French test at 11 with Irene.
After that, I find amusement in actually doing the test. Great fun, and a few surprises and stupid mistakes mixed in to keep things exciting.
After that, what else is there left to do but to have a group meeting from 4-5, then have the idiot bus driver tell you to 'catch the next one' when you get to the door? Must be because the weather was so nice then, that he thought I wouldn't mind waiting a bit for the next bus, and that it might even be beneficial to me.
For dessert, one must then see his tram leave as soon as he gets there, then walk home in the dark, rainy, gloomy weather.
No, this is not self-pity. I just feel like venting my anger at public transport, and pleading that someone, somewhere out there is willing to give me a car and petrol for a year. Not likely, seeing as I don't yet know anybody that lives in Toorak or owns a chain of hotels.
It was quite a good day, except for said incidents. Okay, maybe not that great, but there were good moments. Okay, maybe only one or two. Moments being in units of hour-blocks.
Word of the day: sarcasm
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