Hey ya

I think my brain may be empty. Normally I don't know what to write about when I first sit down to do this but within a few seconds a sentence or two comes to me and it all flows from there. Today though my mind is a blank. This may have something to do with the fact that I'm incredibly tired. It's a sad day though when you're tired after going to bed at 12 and getting up at 8. I think I'm getting old or something.

It's also stupidly hot outside, so much so that I had to drive home really slowly because the accelerator was too hot to leave my foot on. If I'd really had my brain switched on I would have been very clever and put something heavy on the accelerator so I could have a speedy trip home AND not have to burn my foot. And if you're thinking to yourself "My, that's rather dangerous, that Tegan is a girl who lives on the edge", you'd be right on two counts, because not only am I extreme, hardcore, edgy and all those other funktastic adjectives but it was doubly dangerous because the steering wheel was too hot to touch too. And they wonder why there are so many deaths on the roads in the Christmas holidays.

To my pleasant non-surprise I came home to an empty house. I love being home alone because it means I can do whatever I want. Not necessarily big things, like chucking wild parties or participating in base and immorral activity, but dumb little things like going to the bathroom with the door open. I haven't exercised that particular at-home-alone privelege yet, mainly because I haven't needed to. However since coming home I have had a swim, turned on the air con, had something to eat and watched about five episodes of Strong Bad (tops online cartoony thing -- thanks a bazillion Wayne). As a result I'm feeling considerably better than I was an hour and a half ago.

This morning was a crazy morning. I had half a mind not to go in to work this morning because due to being in there so much the past couple of weeks I have less to do and am therefore getting less done each time I go in. So I'm wasting time when I could be doing nifty things... like writing uproariously funny blog entries or simply being non-hot and annoyed. This morning was definitely a hot and annoyed morning. Nothing specifically bad happened but I felt unproductive on the whole and at one stage was about to go nine rounds with the photocopier. Which makes me even more annoyed because then I feel like a cliched office worker pariah from some sitcom or movie who wears a suit and works 9 till 5 and has a mortgage and marriage problems whose frustration is compounded and eventually explodes because they are incorrectly operating an inanimate object designed by Sharp. The sort of person I always never wanted to be.

My tendency to exaggerate is often magnified by tiredness and the above paragraph is testament to that, but it's not all lies. I think I'd be discontented if I ended up in a job like that -- the 9 to 5, smart suit, filing reports and sitting in a cubicle type of life. I want a job where I can wear my Levi's to work, have a say in the hours I'm at work, can do stuff from home and am able to be creative and autonomous.

I'm not whinging about the job I have at the moment because this really isn't about that. For one thing my job generally entails dressing up as a superhero and playing with gaggles of little kids, which is tops fun and I love it. Moreover my current job is a part time thing that will most likely end at the close of this year when I graduate. It's because I'm so close to graduation that I'm thinking about jobs and the kinds of work I'd love and hate. Thankfully, if anything I'm pretty sure I've picked the right industry to find the sort of work I just described (journalism, for those not in the know). I can see myself very comfortably enstated somewhere in the next year or so doing proofing, layout, some writing and selling ad space at a young, funky fashion magazine or something similar. It's the kind of job every second female (and some male) journalism/ creative writing/ marketing/ graphic design graduate craves but I'll get there.

To wrap up, may I suggest for further reading a hilariously funny little website that's a weblog *by*John Howard and it's too funny. If you're not Australian you probaby won't get it but may I suggest you look anyway, if only to have a glimpse into the Australian psyche. This is a country where we revere, respect and admire our leaders. Thanks goes to Romony, my fantastic journo buddy and good friend for that link.

Don't bite your toenails (in public),

Teegs