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Jellyfish R Dum

With Christmas and New Years Eve out of the way, I’ve been doing a whole lot of fuck all, really.   What I have done during my break is relax.  Fishing, cooking, gardening, making The Cub watch The Wire, fishing, fishing, fishing.  Did I mention fishing?  I caught a jelly the last time I went out, which was sort of ridiculous.  It doesn’t even have a fucking mouth!  Dumb.  Oh, and I followed a pelican around for a bit but when he turned around to look at me with his huge eyeballs and huge beak, I ran.  I’ve seen the .jpeg of the pelican with a child’s head in its mouth, I’ve been schooled.

The Cub and I also took The Kid and two of her best girl friends to the Australian Maritime Museum, as they had a Mythical Creatures and Play with Water children’s programme on.  Lesson:  Never do that again.  Fuck taking three 6 – 7 year old girls to anywhere you want to go.  They do NOT have an “Inside Voice”, they run like retarded giggly fugitives high on crack and have a squealing range that can shit all over a dog whistle.  Fuck.  That.

The Kid turned 7 two days ago, too.  I won’t bore you with the details of how rad she is, but she’s learned to facepalm whenever she sees any adults do anything cheesy.  Hilarity.  She likes Hannah Montana.  Non-hilarity. 

The Cub moved in.  It’s been a journey, yes indeed.  I re-discovered that I hate having my stuff moved around.  I also discovered that I hate even more when bags that I had intentionally put away to go through another day (= never again) find themselves just sitting out while the rest of my house is being organised and tidied up while I’ve been powernapping.  It was confronting but we talked things through and all is now okay… much neater and okay.  As for the powernapping – I do powernap as often as I can, but it’s been a bit moreso lately as I had Swine Flu over Christmas.  My mind has caught up but my body hasn’t.  I can’t go a day without having to have a siesta around 3pm for about an hour.  It sucks.  The Cub’s been fantastic about it, especially since I passed it on to him and he caught its worst ON Christmas Day.  Oops.

Truth be told, after all of that, I’m still feeling a little restless.  When I left the house I grew up in, I had to leave behind my education.  It’s a half regret, really, seeing as I didn’t really have that drive to study at the time, but as my adult life came to overwhelm me with all sorts of taxpayery boringy thingies, I soon realised that it was something that I needed to do.  I think I’ve written about this before, but I can’t remember when or where my head was at with it.  Actually, I still don’t know where my head is at with it.  I could well study within the field I’m working in now.  I don’t want to become a medical practitioner (hello, wankfest), but I have drive enough to stick out a long degree or two and I have two heavyweight mentors in wholistic healthcare to help me along.  I could study with an aim to work in a specialist field and be safe in knowing that healthcare will never die out.  Umm.  Unfortunately, there are many careers in healthcare that interest me and it ends up confusing me more than I want to be confused.   Or.  I could study to leave it completely and start fresh in another field.  Which leaves me starting at the bottom and working my way up, which I have a lot of respect for, but how much time and energy do I have after all of that with study?  Then there’s the matter of replacing all my furniture, expanding the family, getting a mortgage…

God, I feel so old.  I should fish to take my mind off it.  At least until The Wire 5 comes out on Feb 5th.  Do NOT tell me what happens, Robb and Erik, please!

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  1. January 16, 2010 at 9:10 am

    Whatever you decide to do with your career, just keep writing. Everyone dies at the end of The Wire, just like in real life. Naps are awesome.

  2. January 16, 2010 at 9:32 am

    I got my degree after my second attempt at uni and ended up with majors completely different to the ones I planned on. I never got that English major as I found it bored me almost witless. It took a while to find the thing or the things that interested me. My point? Maybe it’s better to start and sample the odds and ends that interest you rather than thinking you need to go in with a plan. Better only in the sense that if you’re not sure from the outset then you’ll get ideas as you go along. Either way, good luck and enjoy.

    And definitely do keep writing.

  3. January 16, 2010 at 4:11 pm

    It’s pretty easy to get enrolled in distance courses via tafe/uni. From experience i’ve found that motivation is a bit of an issue, as well as cost. Thank christ for HECS. Oh and if you do something remotely related to yor job, you can claim most of it back on tax and/or your boss may be able to pay for it, or at least allow you study leave every now and then. Now that I work in health, I’ve also realised the importance of jobs in this industry, and the lack of qualified people in it. Lots of jobs out there, yo.

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