You know what really gets in the way of blogging? Work. I really need to pull my finger out and finish off my PNG stories, but in the meantime I have some updates:
Yes, I have a job! As some of you may remember, last year a tried to buy a house but got the vapours when I realised a mortgage would mean I’d have to stay in my soul-sapping job. So I quit, then pitched a massive fit when I was coerced into going to PNG, where I spent three weeks bitching about everything and stressing about having no income.
Within two weeks of returning home, I had a job offer. Sometimes I’m an histrionic idiot.
Anyway, I’m now the office manager for a company that supplies fancy brain devices to the healthcare sector. I’m practically a doctor. My first two days on the job they flew me to their head office in New Zealand for ‘training’, which turned out to mean drinking wine and being shown around Auckland. I miss my old colleagues, but this new mob is a lovely bunch too – and funnily enough, each of my workmates at my old job seems to have an identical counterpart in this company. I wonder if every workplace on the planet has an obligatory Terrifying Matriarch, Super-Intelligent Yet Socially Stunted Tech Professional, Director That Everyone Loves to Hate and Older CEO Who Drives Everyone Nuts With His Archaic Business Practices.
It’s a much longer commute than I’m used to (around 45 minutes) and rather less pay (about a $10K cut), but I’m approximately 5 billion times happier than I was six months ago so I figure I’m still breaking even.
There’s not a great deal worth updating in the life of a bunny, so here’s a photo instead:
She’s so cute and I LOVES HER.
She’s turning fifteen this year and has a boyfriend, so I may soon be facing the depressing prospect of my protégé having more sex than me. Her family keeps her on a very tight reign, which I don’t think is particularly healthy for a strong-headed girl like her – she’s at that age where she’s busting to have her own life, but lacks the means. I remember quite clearly how frustrating it is to be that age, but she seems a whole lot angrier at the world than I ever was. So I just listen to her rants, show her how to cook and drop in the occasional comment about condoms.
The whole project is much more challenging than I thought it would be. The Big Brothers Big Sisters facebook page is full of stories about how much fun volunteers are having with their matches, but to be honest I find it draining. She has a great sense of humour and it’s gratifying to have gained the trust of someone who’s been disappointed by every adult in her life, but the amount of emotional energy it requires is astounding. If parenthood is anything like this, I’m glad I opted out of it a long time ago.
Now here are some random photos of my favourite national park. Have a nice weekend all.