That's what I have to say about North Korea's nuclear testing. If you have seen the footage on the news last night you'll agree that it looks like something out of a bad sci fi movie made in the 60's! In a world inundated with war and violence, this whole palava was rather unnecessary.
What should be all over the news is that many of our municipal managers in ALL provinces are not computer literate. How is a town supposed to be effectively run without management systems, and people who know how to use these systems? If you have ever questioned your municipal bill, do so forever more. Not that there is much a person can do to rectify the situation now anyway. Of hoe se julle??
Monday, October 09, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Yellow Brick Road
In a 21st century Land of Oz I feel like Dorothy. I'm not too sure where my yellow brick road is going to lead me, but I don't even have the petrol money to get onto the damn yellow brick road! I feel like I'm on more of a dirt track in a van with terrible suspension.
Throughout varsity years I always felt so certain of my trajectory (even though I only figured out what 'trajectory' means late into my 2nd year)! I knew what subjects to take, what goals I wanted to reach, and most importantly, that this is DEFINITELY where I wanted to be for the next four years. Even that seemed too short a time.
But now I am back in Oz and I don't like it so much. It's work every day, go home, cook, clean, watch tv, go sleep. I am so bloody tired of being tired!!!!!This monotony is killing me slowly. I feel like I am awake in a filling bath, but my muscles won't work to get me out of there.
I feel so guilty for being unhappy when I have so so much, yet I feel I have nothing while I don't express how I feel. O bloody hell stop moaning and get back to work!
Throughout varsity years I always felt so certain of my trajectory (even though I only figured out what 'trajectory' means late into my 2nd year)! I knew what subjects to take, what goals I wanted to reach, and most importantly, that this is DEFINITELY where I wanted to be for the next four years. Even that seemed too short a time.
But now I am back in Oz and I don't like it so much. It's work every day, go home, cook, clean, watch tv, go sleep. I am so bloody tired of being tired!!!!!This monotony is killing me slowly. I feel like I am awake in a filling bath, but my muscles won't work to get me out of there.
I feel so guilty for being unhappy when I have so so much, yet I feel I have nothing while I don't express how I feel. O bloody hell stop moaning and get back to work!
Thursday, August 10, 2006
A River Runs Through It
No Brad Pitt, No Robert Redford, but definitely a tale to be told.
I live in the namesake village on the Swartkops River in Port Elizabeth. I have always considered this a beautiful place to live and grow up. I still do, but am seriously thinking of adding a top story to the house after last week's flood.
Last week Thursday I woke up to stormy BMW (Baby making weather...heehee) and lots and lots of rain. Not long after my eyes opened I realised there is A LOT of water outside my house, and in my driveway, and my euphemistically luscious garden had turned into a marshland!!
Not being one for rain on a good day, I decided to thank the Lord for the rain and the pending lift of our water restrictions. That was until I saw a few people running past my house with all their handheld worldly possessions!! Whats going on??
I then braved the rapids in the garden, felt my bones cracking from the cold, and discovered the river had broken its bank and had now turned Neptune Street into an estuary! Algoa FM says "EVACUATE". My friend phoned to say a dead cow was floating down Amsterdamhoek! DISASTER!!!! I was convinced this wasn't God watering his garden as my Dad used to say. This was God filling his swimming Pool!!!!!!And if I didn't get out I was going to be part of the mosaic decoration on the bottom of his newly filled pool.
After some chaos, getting our feet very wet and a scary drive through to my sister's place on higher ground, came a night of wondering if my house was still in one piece, and more importantly, if my new red bedding was going to be ruined by the water! A bottle of cheap Vodka took away the fears and entertained overactive imaginations regarding "Large" pending insurance claims:)
Friday morning I woke up to two hangovers, bad breath, and reawakened fears about my house's current location and state. So we dragged ourselves into the car for a very wet ride out to Swartkops only to discover what we didn't imagine...
Mostly everything was dry! My heart jumped back into my rib cage and I was suddenly hangover-less.
So a river ran through it, and we only emerged stronger braver, luckier than most, and wiser.
I live in the namesake village on the Swartkops River in Port Elizabeth. I have always considered this a beautiful place to live and grow up. I still do, but am seriously thinking of adding a top story to the house after last week's flood.
Last week Thursday I woke up to stormy BMW (Baby making weather...heehee) and lots and lots of rain. Not long after my eyes opened I realised there is A LOT of water outside my house, and in my driveway, and my euphemistically luscious garden had turned into a marshland!!
Not being one for rain on a good day, I decided to thank the Lord for the rain and the pending lift of our water restrictions. That was until I saw a few people running past my house with all their handheld worldly possessions!! Whats going on??
I then braved the rapids in the garden, felt my bones cracking from the cold, and discovered the river had broken its bank and had now turned Neptune Street into an estuary! Algoa FM says "EVACUATE". My friend phoned to say a dead cow was floating down Amsterdamhoek! DISASTER!!!! I was convinced this wasn't God watering his garden as my Dad used to say. This was God filling his swimming Pool!!!!!!And if I didn't get out I was going to be part of the mosaic decoration on the bottom of his newly filled pool.
After some chaos, getting our feet very wet and a scary drive through to my sister's place on higher ground, came a night of wondering if my house was still in one piece, and more importantly, if my new red bedding was going to be ruined by the water! A bottle of cheap Vodka took away the fears and entertained overactive imaginations regarding "Large" pending insurance claims:)
Friday morning I woke up to two hangovers, bad breath, and reawakened fears about my house's current location and state. So we dragged ourselves into the car for a very wet ride out to Swartkops only to discover what we didn't imagine...
Mostly everything was dry! My heart jumped back into my rib cage and I was suddenly hangover-less.
So a river ran through it, and we only emerged stronger braver, luckier than most, and wiser.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
3rd Jobs
I know you think I'm career-hopping but that's really not it. What happened with the 2nd job was a conflict of interest. I wasn't interested in them anymore. But, onto better and brighter things.
My 3rd job, and hopefully so for a long time, is wonderful! I am working as an advertising sales executive (sounds fancy huh?) at a national publishing house called Portfolio. I sell advertising in annual business publications.
It's difficult, and at times I wonder if I can really do this, but no matter what, I am grateful for a job, a place to come to every day with people I enjoy spending time with. I have an opportunity to speak a lot, and for those who know me, you must think I'm in heaven! I have an opportunity to make good money and learn a new skill, as well as use some of the skills I attained during my studies. At the moment, I couldn't ask for a better place to have landed up at.
After all this, it still astounds me that some people are still so fussy about the job they have. Being unemployed for two months was a dark hour. I cannot say it was my darkest because I still had everything I needed. I felt bound and restricted, my hands were sort of tied and it was altogether a kak feeling. So I am very happy things have changed for the better now.
That doesn't change the fact though that I can't believe I still have to be in the office for another hour and a half!!!!
I trust I am not alone in feeling this way. Will keep you posted.
My 3rd job, and hopefully so for a long time, is wonderful! I am working as an advertising sales executive (sounds fancy huh?) at a national publishing house called Portfolio. I sell advertising in annual business publications.
It's difficult, and at times I wonder if I can really do this, but no matter what, I am grateful for a job, a place to come to every day with people I enjoy spending time with. I have an opportunity to speak a lot, and for those who know me, you must think I'm in heaven! I have an opportunity to make good money and learn a new skill, as well as use some of the skills I attained during my studies. At the moment, I couldn't ask for a better place to have landed up at.
After all this, it still astounds me that some people are still so fussy about the job they have. Being unemployed for two months was a dark hour. I cannot say it was my darkest because I still had everything I needed. I felt bound and restricted, my hands were sort of tied and it was altogether a kak feeling. So I am very happy things have changed for the better now.
That doesn't change the fact though that I can't believe I still have to be in the office for another hour and a half!!!!
I trust I am not alone in feeling this way. Will keep you posted.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
2nd Jobs
So I was terribly unemployed for about 3 weeks but alas things are looking up as everyone promised they would. I now have commission based employment (basically means I am gonna have to sweat for my cash!) at a small advertising agency in PE and that means I am at least closer to my field of study now.
But Iwon't lie, being at home for 3 weeks, besides the lack of cash, was ENORMOUS fun. Woke up late, cooked, watched DVD's, wrote some stuff, played some piano, did some housework, great fun. However, I now understand why some people have been known to commit suicide due to a lack of a job. A terrible useless feeling came over me. You start to wonder whether you are qualified for ANY job, and maybe you should just forget the whole thing, make yourself a poster, put on your raggedy clothes and go stand at the robots! Its awful. But you just cant lose hope. Its not going to come to you, you have to go searching for it with great passion and drive, otherwise you'll get lost in the stream of jobseekers.
Just in case you thought I was moping away, I am not. Will keep you all updated on my great sales that I make.
But Iwon't lie, being at home for 3 weeks, besides the lack of cash, was ENORMOUS fun. Woke up late, cooked, watched DVD's, wrote some stuff, played some piano, did some housework, great fun. However, I now understand why some people have been known to commit suicide due to a lack of a job. A terrible useless feeling came over me. You start to wonder whether you are qualified for ANY job, and maybe you should just forget the whole thing, make yourself a poster, put on your raggedy clothes and go stand at the robots! Its awful. But you just cant lose hope. Its not going to come to you, you have to go searching for it with great passion and drive, otherwise you'll get lost in the stream of jobseekers.
Just in case you thought I was moping away, I am not. Will keep you all updated on my great sales that I make.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
First jobs
First jobs are no fun. I reckon first jobs are like first kisses, first loves and first sexual encounters. You just kinda fumble your way around until you find out more often than not what DOESN'T work for you, rather than what does.
But this simile gives me much hope. My first love was rather disasterous in hindsight, but now I can brag that my current boyfriend and I have been together for 14 blissful months that I hope turn into 14 blissful years and more! So things are looking up.
However, (some might disagree with me) a good job is harder to find than a good man these days, and life is just lonely without a guy. Life is unbearable without a job. Unemployment is a reality I cannot just brush aside and pretend it doesn't affect me. Even with a degree behind your name, you still start out cleaning toilets or making the coffee and the photocopies. Don't get me wrong, the coffee machine, photocopier and I are tjommies. But I want to work a coffee machine that will oneday make coffee for the boss - ME.
If I am rambling I apologise. Someone please just tell me it gets better than this.
"I don't know what I want, but I don't want this."
But this simile gives me much hope. My first love was rather disasterous in hindsight, but now I can brag that my current boyfriend and I have been together for 14 blissful months that I hope turn into 14 blissful years and more! So things are looking up.
However, (some might disagree with me) a good job is harder to find than a good man these days, and life is just lonely without a guy. Life is unbearable without a job. Unemployment is a reality I cannot just brush aside and pretend it doesn't affect me. Even with a degree behind your name, you still start out cleaning toilets or making the coffee and the photocopies. Don't get me wrong, the coffee machine, photocopier and I are tjommies. But I want to work a coffee machine that will oneday make coffee for the boss - ME.
If I am rambling I apologise. Someone please just tell me it gets better than this.
"I don't know what I want, but I don't want this."
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Working Life
So I know it has been a while since I posted a blog, but all shall be revealed hereunder. I just visited my friend Marika's blog and thought it is a great way to vent frustrations.
My Frustration is working life. I feel as if I am trapped in suburbia where your sole purpose is to earn a living to sustain a mundane life, as a starting salary will never afford you the luxury yacht cruises your aspiring heart dreams of.
I spent last weekend in grahamstown for graduation and it was a wonderful experience. As I drove in on the Greyhound (as many would know I did more than often enough last year!) I had a serious case of nostalgia and just wanted to be a student again! I also sadly realised that I am not the party animal I was back then and things have changed, people and lives have moved on, and so must I.
I received my Bachelor of Journalism and was proud as punch of myself. But know the tricky part is to use it. I am finding it incredibly frustrating to find a job as a journalist in PE. A recruitment consultant told me that in 20 years she has never placed anyone in a journalist position. But, not all hope is lost...
A few weeks ago a local drama studio asked me to run a two week radio drama course and it was a phenomenal experience. The pay was good too :) but it wasn't about that. It was the opportunity to put my skills to the test that really made it all worthwhile, not t mention the thank you's from the class. I will probably be doing another course in July again which I am really looking forward to.
At the moment I am working as a PA for my brother and I have discovered my Admin skills leave something to be desired, so I guess I should stick to my "forte". So let me start working on my CV. I will have more news soon...
My Frustration is working life. I feel as if I am trapped in suburbia where your sole purpose is to earn a living to sustain a mundane life, as a starting salary will never afford you the luxury yacht cruises your aspiring heart dreams of.
I spent last weekend in grahamstown for graduation and it was a wonderful experience. As I drove in on the Greyhound (as many would know I did more than often enough last year!) I had a serious case of nostalgia and just wanted to be a student again! I also sadly realised that I am not the party animal I was back then and things have changed, people and lives have moved on, and so must I.
I received my Bachelor of Journalism and was proud as punch of myself. But know the tricky part is to use it. I am finding it incredibly frustrating to find a job as a journalist in PE. A recruitment consultant told me that in 20 years she has never placed anyone in a journalist position. But, not all hope is lost...
A few weeks ago a local drama studio asked me to run a two week radio drama course and it was a phenomenal experience. The pay was good too :) but it wasn't about that. It was the opportunity to put my skills to the test that really made it all worthwhile, not t mention the thank you's from the class. I will probably be doing another course in July again which I am really looking forward to.
At the moment I am working as a PA for my brother and I have discovered my Admin skills leave something to be desired, so I guess I should stick to my "forte". So let me start working on my CV. I will have more news soon...
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