Being positive

It's good to be positive through the bad times.

I have been unemployed for about three months now, although it seems a lot longer. Yeah it's tough, but you've gotta keep being positive about the future and the big picture.



[It's good to be positive - but maybe not as positive as this bloke!]

So today has been a strange day. I have gone from being positive (thanks to some berry V which always hits the spot) and doing an assignment with a disorganised (and I think not commited) assignment partner to being late to class (due to having to take extra time to finish off said assignment) to a job interview which I thought was good but I didn't say the magic words (great place, great job yada yada - I was just enthusiastic and smiling) to coming home and having my computer shit itself.

Aaah yes, my wonderful computer. This year alone it has killed off 19 years of songs I wrote, 1 musical, 1 short film, 12 years of web work, 10 years of fantasy football data and a whole lot of other stuff.

You may say "Make a backup" - I did.. but it was done about a year ago. And now that doesn't want to work either! Maybe one day it shall work - or I will have enough dosh to take it down to forensics.

But yes, back to being positive. Sure it may be the generous amounts of caffiene via two bottles of V, a can of Mother and a mocha, but it is good to be positive.

I'm not normally a bubbly type of person - I've been known to be dryer than the Simpson desert, but it is good to be positive and to smile.

I'm usually laidback enough for people to think "he doesn't give a shit" but sometimes that doesn't work and you need to make more effort.

So I say - you don't need to be like Travis from Big Brother - you don't need to be a pushover that just serves people (Lord knows I've been that to many people in the past...), but it is good to be positive.

Do positive things, take positive actions.

PS: I know you might think me "criticising" things like the Olympics as above may be negative. I tend to think of myself as a "media critic". So, I do need to be critical sometimes - as well all need to be - but it is good not be critical all the time in life itself. If life is getting bad, perhaps it is time to make positive steps to make it be good. I know one person who did that and she will reap the rewards in time.

And the word is no!

[Too many Americans obviously love their baseball too much!]

So what happens after six months of working on the business?

You've stayed up late at night for weeks drinking litres of coffee working on various plans to
get the show going. You've even spent weekends locked up in your room
like a cell (nah, cells are bigger) working your guts out. You've
submitted over 50 pages of material just to show that you're on the
ball. You've done a course, filled out numerous forms, learnt how to
master the art of using a fax, as well as researching all over the internet on how to get this thing done.

[Why does Telstra make me pay line rental again?]


But then you get the call.

"Sorry Earthquake, but due to your guarantor refusing to do a second mortgage on the loan, the loan won't be going any further."

This despite the guarantor saying that she would go full hog with the
loan even though she didn't agree with it - and that she would do a
second mortgage.

Now some people say that people deserve to change their mind or whatever.

I'm fine with that.

[Phar Lap never had a broken heart!]

But to put someone through six months of hopping through the hoops,
doing this, doing that - it's not good. It breaks your heart.

I would rather she had said NO six months AGO, not now!

[Holy shit! That's a comprehensive report!]

Well - I will give her the 30 page financial report I have put together
which shows that the business can make $300,000+ in the first year
(more than the loan) and see if she reads it and ends up changing her
mind.

In the meanwhile, I'm off to slave for the man in a faceless job where I get no respect.

Cest la vie!

No respect

[I get no respect. The way my luck is running, if I was a politician I would be honest.]

Here's another one of those "Why I'm like" stories. First it was Tim
from Big Brother, but now it's the late great Rodney Dangerfield.

Well I'm not like him that much. Sure I can be funny in a silly kind of
way, but the one true thing I have with him (and at least a portion of
his comedy act) is no respect.

I don't want to be loved or hated really, all I want is respect.

[R to the e-s-p-e-c-t! Find out what it means to me!]

As I have explained before at Company XYZ I am treated like a schmoe.
Yes, my job is a shmoe, but that doesn't mean I should be treated like
one.

When you've been doing the same type of job for two years before you get here - you think you'd get some respect. But you don't.

Then when you add up the time you've been at this company with the
other experience in this kind of job and it's heading towards four
years - you think you'd get some respect. But you don't.

You think when you'd go for a promotion your boss would not ask "are you serious?".

Well the time is nigh, people. I am going to get me some respect.

Not with hard work and dedication - no I have tried that. I will be
going on the attack and beat these people at their own game. I shall
question the questioners.

[Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage.]

It's time to rattle the cage! I don't want to leave this cage yet - I want to just make it nicer.

More information and less similes as they come :P

[Is that a gun or are you just happy to see me?]


I have been trying to get an Optimus Prime (above, left) toy for a couple of weeks now.

I was coming first in an ebay auction but then I got outbid and wasn't prepared to pay an exorbitant price for him.

[The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire...]

You see, when my house burnt down when I was a kid (yes - I was a baby
goat), I lost practically everything - including my Transformers. So,
yes I do want to get some transformers - but not necessarily the
Cabbage Patch Kids that I lost *coughs*.

Fully sick!

[The Outsiders are just toooo sweet!]

Men are the strongest species on the Earth.

We build skyscrapers, think up huge recipes for food, for bombs. We tackle, punch, lift, stretch, we do it all.

There's nothing that a man can't do or take. We're strong, powerful...

[E gads! He's got a cold *and* he's turned into a dummy!]

Until we get a cold.

Then we become coughing wheezing snotty little children laying in our beds or lounges rugged up like we're heading to Antarctica.

[Nice horsey!]

Nothing hurts a man more than a cold. If Achilles hadn't been hurt in his heel, he would've been hurt by the Achilles sniffles.

So why am I talking about colds? Well, you'd never guess but myself and Rabbit both have one.

The only reason why I know he had one is because we both went to see Dr K today.

But other than seeing Dr K today I spent the day sleeping and drinking water and sleeping and playing Monopoly Tycoon (and failing miserably) and sleeping.

Will I get to work tomorrow? Most likely - my sick leave has run out.

[Welcome to Company XYZ! *coughs*]

So all those people who want their problems fixed tomorrow if you hear a sick and wheezy bloke on the phone - that should be me!