The customer comes…second

Woohoo, we have a car. Nice to have the increased mobility. But as milkyandrosie’s mum correctly, a car is just a hole in the ground where you start throwing money in to it the minute it’s in your driveway.
Not to mention the grief car mechanics give you…

You see, the car had an oil leak and needed a minor service. For reasons that are unimportant for now, we got the service done, then brought the car back a few days later for the oil leak fix. Of course the service includes an oil change, and so does fixing the leak. If you can choose between
a) charging the customer twice for oil, or
b) adding one and one together and not doing the oil the first time round
you choose the former. OK, really poor internal communication.

But when I bring my car in to be serviced and the aircon works, and it doesn’t work when I pick it up later, and you have the cheek to say I need ‘proof’ that it was your fault – that goes too far. Especially when the service report states you have checked the functionality of the aircon and you deemed it OK.

Gimme my car back, and don’t even think about me paying for the A/C to be fixed…

The end is nearing

So, this semester is nearly coming to an end. I’ve handed my 2,500 word assignment about grief and loss in, and am all ready for our group presentation on domestic violence. Need some catching up on A+P (anatomy and physiology) and pharmacology – but I’ll get there.
In three weeks exams will be over. Early january I have to prove to everyone that I know how to use a map and drive (shouldn’t be too much of an issue) and then late January I’ll don my uniform and start getting some practical training under my belt – and start getting paid!

Just gotta get this uni stuff over and done with…

Migrant

Recently, someone said to me about the university course: “I find all this stuff we are learning interesting, but actually studying it (thus remembering it) bores me”.

I used to be like that, always wanting to know more, but disregarding the basics. Like getting on to a box that is balanced on a wobbly chair: you got a quick look at your surroundings from the top, but couldn’t take much in.

I used to be a tourist I’m the land of knowledge, now I am on the best way to become a local.
My permanent residency is already waiting for me.

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We’re the Fuckawe!

Yes, last weekend two mates and myself paid a few notes to a bunch of sadists, thus allowing ourselves to inflict pain in various bits of our own bodies. And not really knowing where we were doing all of this (You may be lead to think: “cunning bunch, these adventure race organisers”. Bunch o’Bastards in reality).

Anyhoo, I’m not the greatest navigator, not the best of runners, and my knee still hurts a bit from all that stuffing around.

All in all it was pretty cool, but I wouldn’t do it again. Mountainbiking should be restricted to Mauntainbiking, and pure Mountianbiking. Running sucks.

But, as they say, all’s well that ends well. And my bike looks pretty when it is covered in MUD *inlove*

 

mud mud glorious mud

circumnavigating & cheese

I am back in Germany, living with my old flatmate from Sydney. Well, not for much longer, as he is moving out. The place is a mess, and there are strange people around. Somewhere, a uni professor fits in snugly in to the storyline, but I’ll be buggered if I know how. Anyway, not to worryr, as someone is after me, but that is of just marginal interest. As my Rapid Eye Movement ceases, the dream slowly slips away.

That was yesterday.

—

I am in my bed, and a part of my brain is sending a big fat pulse of ‘red alert’ general message to my entire body:

To: AllStaff

From: Management

Subject: Get going yer lazy bastards

This is Bladder Control. Transitional Epithelium is on the brink of rupture. Dire neccesity to void. Comfort Control is currently disgruntled by  this fact, and will be extremely unhappy if leakage occurs. Plus, Morning Wood Daemon is active again and disrupting sleep mechanisms. Get going, boys!

*

To: Management

From: Procrastination Control

Subject: Get stuffed

We’re currently quite happy lazing around in the warmth under the quilt, suspended somewhere in between dream and reality. I’m not gonna utilise a single muscle to get us out of this lurvly place in to the harsh, dark and cold environment. Anyway, that ‘daemon’ you mentioned is giving us some pretty cool dreams, we’ll keep him for a wee bit longer, thankyouverymuch.

*

In the end, I slowly got up, did all the thing necessary, and slowly slipped in to a decent morning.

That is today.

—

I am in the middle of a…oh shit, the nuclear attack alarm has just sounded WE”RE ALL GONNA DIE…wait, it’s the alarm going. Gotta get up, no way around it. Dragging my once-so-warm feet to the shower, I notice (too late) that my eyelids have not followed commands and have remained shut. No way of avoiding a direct hit from the doorframe, it was aiming for me.

That will be tomorrow.

 

Back to uni in just over a week.

over…temporarily!

Exams are over. 5 weeks off.

Zilch.

Keep it up

To the driver of the 72 bus that arrived  at the Esplanade busport at 9:30am on Monday the 16th of June,

 

Cheers for driving smoothly, and not accelerating like a madman at every opportunity like some of your colleagues. Also keep up the cheery mood.

I would have told you personally, but you were on the two-way picking up another route (Kalamunda I believe).

 

Goodonyamate!

the elm

Moonday

Random Fact: Monday is Moonday. German: Montag ist Mond Tag. French: Lundi, la lune.

Check it out!

 

Last exam for the semester tomorrow. It is nearly over.

Last exam for the semester tomorrow. It is not over yet.

FUNdamentals?

There’s some chemistry going on between them!