To 569 people, I suck.

Back in my school days, I always, ALWAYS, got the comment from my teachers on my school report as follows: "Slicer is a very conscientious student". Nothing much has changed. It is really important to me to do the best that I can do in any situation, particularly work and study.

So it has been particularly hurtful and galling to me in the past 10 days that I have had to continually justify myself and the decisions I made. Everybody has their 20:20 hindsight glasses on that's for sure. This is not just shooting the messenger, this is shooting the messenger down in flames, stomping on her repeatedly and pissing on her ashes.

And you know the worst thing? Even when I correct people's misconceptions and I help them understand the complexity of what happened, nobody bothers to listen. In any normal situation, you could explain what happened and why, and reasonable people would understand, then focus on the facts and what the message is saying. But at every turn I am confronted with people who have built careers on denying the facts and taking no responsibility.

Sonwe have working parties and panics about what to do to make the organization look better. And in 12 months time everyone will pat themselves on the back about what a terrific job they did and it's their innate brilliance that led to that. Whereas I know that we could do things exactly the same in 2012 and we would get a better result.

Now that I have blabbed and blubbered my way to here, I find myself at a crossroad. I want to quit, but then I think I look like I am taking the blame, that it was my fault. I want to stay, but in don't think I can handle another week of this awful awful awfulness. If i stay I will be absolutely shattered when the results come out better next year and everyone pats themselves on the back about the good job they did. If I quit, I can kiss yet another career path goodbye.

Apparently I have 43 weeks of sick leave. I am thinking right now that I would really, really just like to lie in bed for the next 43 weeks, sobbing.

Princess

Experiencing death by a thousand cuts at the moment. I have bitten off more than I can chew and it is taking a toll. In order of most to least, I (now or continue to) hate:

• Academics that cause me to tear my hair out in frustration
• Government Reporting that caused me and ulcer at the time and still does
• Journalistic licence with statistics
• Any academics who have joined the rank since item 1
• Traffic signs and delays in reverse sensors
• large gutters that cause me to trip
• every part of my body that is sore, flabby or aching

I know, I know, just harden the Fark up princess.

Dough!

Amongst the things I miss from living in inner Melbourne is cheap, delicious pizza. I've finally resigned myself to the fact that I won't find a Big Sam's ($5 pizza with the lot) in Sturt Street, so I am just going to have to make it myself.

This is proving pizza dough #2 and yeast mix #3 for last Saturday's pizza and garlic focaccia fest.

The warm pavers and the afternoon sun worked a treat, giving me fluffy, gorgeous dough.

"It's GROWING!" exclaimed Hellspawn excitedly when she saw the result.


mmmm Yeasty Goodness mmmmm.

Easy Pizza Dough Recipe

First Refashion - Completed

Of course, the whole wedding was beautiful, the bride stunning, the day full of love and laughter.  But most importantly, and as long as you don't look too closely, I consider my outfit the biggest success of the day!

My outfit consisted of:
* Sexy Red and Black lace super high heels. $15 Ebay
* Olga Berg handbag, $4 Op Shop
* Skirt $6 Op Shop - refashioned
* Bolero, from the botttom half of the lace off the skirt, n/a
* Black singlet top, $3, Op Shop

TOTAL: $28.


Am now a refashion addict!

Cut off their heads!

With the relaxation of water restrictions I decided to plant a small vegie garden this year. I must say, it is a raging success. We've had pak choy, tonnes of rocket, cos and butter lettuce leaves, and spinach. We're still waiting on tomatoes, although there is some fungal death creeping through all the tomato plants. Our popcorn corn, which really does make pop corn once dried and heated, is finally 'ear'-ing up.

The surprise success story though has been broccoli. We have been waiting, watching for a week now, poised to harvest our broccoli. Finally tonight was the night, where we cut off the first head, a massive beastie about the size of a canteloupe.

yummmmmmmmmmmmmmbos.

First Refashion Part 1

Mr Tanishi and Spoffoth are in a bridal party this weekend. What with suit hire, bucks nights, accommodation, presents, new clothes etc we are up for a small fortune. I'm doing my bit for the household economy/global warming/world peace by taking this skirt from the Op Shop ($6) and remodelling it into a shorter skirt, with a singlet and bolero from the bottom half.

Zeus - the cat- is not part of the refashion, but somedays he walks the fine line between beloved family pet and a (fluffly, white) new handbag for me.

Spacial Relativity Fail

Santa is bringing this for the kids. Note how it dwarfs the washing line.This is what happens when you don't play with blocks enough as a kid AND are forced to use Imperial measurements (inferial).    Ten foot diameter you say? Hmmm, that sounds really small, better go the thirteen foot diameter for an extra $50. How big could it be?