Ooops… sorry all – I’ve been appalling lately I know.
BUT – all is fine, more or less!
Things have been quite hectic and there have been a million ideas swirling around my head – but it didn’t seem like my blog was the right place to talk about it until I’d actually done something to change my situation. And it’s been pretty much ALL I’ve been thinking about for the past month, so while I didn’t want to blog about it, it was also the only thing I wanted to blog about – if that makes any sense at all.
However, I’m about to make that big step and feel like it’s okay to talk about it now.
I started my new job at the big fancy consumer mag – and…… I absolutely hated it. The whole experience threw me for a loop, because this had been my dream job, yet here I was doing it and despising every moment of it.
It got to the point where I’d find myself crying in the bathroom three or four times a day, and by the time I left the office at the end of the day I’d have a throbbing headache. I felt like I’d backed myself into a corner and was completely trapped. If I left after only a month – where would I go? I can’t try another consumer mag – because I have a feeling that the industry just isn’t for me. So where does that leave me?
After a lot of counselling from FD, my folks and C, I realised what hopefully the right choice will be. I’m resigning tomorrow morning and going freelance. A really scary step – but one I’m starting to get really excited to take. I’ve approached my old company and thankfully, the split there was really amicable, so they’re super eager to take me on as a regular freelancer – so much so that my ex boss and I are going for lunch tomorrow to discuss a lump sum they want to pay me to help out with the next edition of the mag.
I’m terrified to tell my new editors that I’m going – but at the end of the day I have to do what’ll make me happy and this job isn’t it. Hold thumbs for me that they aren’t going to completely lose it.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Are relationships the leading cause of obesity?
I’ve noticed a disturbing trend – whenever I enter into a relationship, I tend to gain weight. I know I’m not alone in this – but can’t help but wonder why it is??
Perhaps it’s because I’m not going out as much – and a good evening usually involves cooking some friends a decadent dinner or going out to restaurants.
Also – there’s the fact that men can usually eat whatever they want without having to worry about weight gain (well all the ones I’ve dated). FD’s physique is quite literally perfection – mostly because he’s an exercise junkie – and he can eat as much of whatever he wants without it having any effect. Watching him tuck into pastas and burgers while I pick at my dressing-free salad is depressing beyond belief.
With all of this in mind – I need to try and change what I can... and with a new job will come a new exercise regime! Rock climbing doesn’t really do much good aside from a little toning... the muscles that do the most work are my forearms – which isn’t exactly the part of my body I’m hoping to target.
So it’s off to gym for me! I’ve always been happiest on a treadmill, but reckon it’s time to don the spandex (not really) and give the group classes a bash. That together with regular gymnastic love-making sessions (I read an article that said that 21 orgasms per month lower men’s risk of prostate cancer, so it’s for FD’s sake) should get me into a better shape by the time summer rolls around.
Perhaps it’s because I’m not going out as much – and a good evening usually involves cooking some friends a decadent dinner or going out to restaurants.
Also – there’s the fact that men can usually eat whatever they want without having to worry about weight gain (well all the ones I’ve dated). FD’s physique is quite literally perfection – mostly because he’s an exercise junkie – and he can eat as much of whatever he wants without it having any effect. Watching him tuck into pastas and burgers while I pick at my dressing-free salad is depressing beyond belief.
With all of this in mind – I need to try and change what I can... and with a new job will come a new exercise regime! Rock climbing doesn’t really do much good aside from a little toning... the muscles that do the most work are my forearms – which isn’t exactly the part of my body I’m hoping to target.
So it’s off to gym for me! I’ve always been happiest on a treadmill, but reckon it’s time to don the spandex (not really) and give the group classes a bash. That together with regular gymnastic love-making sessions (I read an article that said that 21 orgasms per month lower men’s risk of prostate cancer, so it’s for FD’s sake) should get me into a better shape by the time summer rolls around.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Does shacking up always lead to breaking up?
Before anyone gets the wrong idea, FD and I aren’t currently having the ‘moving in together’ conversation – but after watching the collapse of several of my friends’ relationships, it’s gotten me thinking...
FD stays over six nights a week – we always spend Mondays apart. We stay over at my spot 99% of the time, purely because of traffic issues and the fact that he doesn’t need to be at work at specific time while in my current job (only for the next two weeks though) I have to clock in (yes, literally clock in) at 08h00 each morning (my feelings on this could take up an entire post in itself).
Despite the amount of time he spends at my spot – all I’ve given him is one drawer in a hard to reach spot amidst my six cupboards. So FD has to sit in traffic each morning and practically live out of a suitcase and I’m aware that this sounds a bit heartless and cruel, but I think it’s important that we still distinguish between his place and my place.
There seems to be a massive difference between someone staying over almost every night and actually taking the leap to moving in together. Even though you’re probably spending the same amount of time together, something in the relationship dynamic seems to change dramatically – leading to most of my friends ending their relationships – or at least having regular and enormous arguments with their partners.
Having never done it myself, I have no idea what causes it – but it’s made me very hesitant to ever take that step. I’m a bit old school in that I’ve always believed that post-engagement is the best time to shack up. That way you’ve still got some time to feel it out before you tie the knot. But maybe the sooner the better – rather know that you’re incompatible right from the start – right?
FD stays over six nights a week – we always spend Mondays apart. We stay over at my spot 99% of the time, purely because of traffic issues and the fact that he doesn’t need to be at work at specific time while in my current job (only for the next two weeks though) I have to clock in (yes, literally clock in) at 08h00 each morning (my feelings on this could take up an entire post in itself).
Despite the amount of time he spends at my spot – all I’ve given him is one drawer in a hard to reach spot amidst my six cupboards. So FD has to sit in traffic each morning and practically live out of a suitcase and I’m aware that this sounds a bit heartless and cruel, but I think it’s important that we still distinguish between his place and my place.
There seems to be a massive difference between someone staying over almost every night and actually taking the leap to moving in together. Even though you’re probably spending the same amount of time together, something in the relationship dynamic seems to change dramatically – leading to most of my friends ending their relationships – or at least having regular and enormous arguments with their partners.
Having never done it myself, I have no idea what causes it – but it’s made me very hesitant to ever take that step. I’m a bit old school in that I’ve always believed that post-engagement is the best time to shack up. That way you’ve still got some time to feel it out before you tie the knot. But maybe the sooner the better – rather know that you’re incompatible right from the start – right?
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
So that big thing...
It’s happening.
This may be an anti-climax for some of you, but I’m changing jobs.
This is epically huge in my life for several reasons – a) The job I’m currently in is my first since finishing my studies and b) I’ve been doing it for three years.
Another reason this is a huge deal is that I’m making the leap from business 2 business to consumer publishing – working at a popular women’s lifestyle mag. So exciting!!!
The whole thing kinda snuck up on me. I saw the job advertised on bizcommunity a little while ago and decided to send in my cv, without really expecting anything to come out of it. So much so, that I didn’t even bother checking the email address I provided them with. A few days later I remember and logged on, only to see an email from the editor requesting I come in for an interview... sent three days prior to me actually seeing it!!
I freaked out and quickly emailed back and luckily they were still able to slot me in as the last interview the next day. It went okay – but didn’t come out feeling overly confident. I then had to do some writing for them and I spent days trying to come up with ideas and polishing it up before I submitted it. FD, C, my mom and dad all had to read through it a gazillion times making corrections and suggesting changes.
A day later I got another call from the editor asking me to come in for a second interview. This time I was seriously nervous and came out feeling like I had messed it up completely! I spent the next day checking my email and phone every 30 seconds – until it eventually rung and heard the editor’s voice saying that I had gotten the job.
I resigned from my job on Friday... and had a mixed bag of emotions – with some people taking it better than expected and others taking it much worse than expected. My young jedi burst into tears – I felt so guilty!
Now my managers are being a bit shady and definitely regarding me with contempt – but who cares – I’m going to be working at a fabulous magazine from August 1. It’s the change I’ve been longing for – woohoo!!!!!!!
This may be an anti-climax for some of you, but I’m changing jobs.
This is epically huge in my life for several reasons – a) The job I’m currently in is my first since finishing my studies and b) I’ve been doing it for three years.
Another reason this is a huge deal is that I’m making the leap from business 2 business to consumer publishing – working at a popular women’s lifestyle mag. So exciting!!!
The whole thing kinda snuck up on me. I saw the job advertised on bizcommunity a little while ago and decided to send in my cv, without really expecting anything to come out of it. So much so, that I didn’t even bother checking the email address I provided them with. A few days later I remember and logged on, only to see an email from the editor requesting I come in for an interview... sent three days prior to me actually seeing it!!
I freaked out and quickly emailed back and luckily they were still able to slot me in as the last interview the next day. It went okay – but didn’t come out feeling overly confident. I then had to do some writing for them and I spent days trying to come up with ideas and polishing it up before I submitted it. FD, C, my mom and dad all had to read through it a gazillion times making corrections and suggesting changes.
A day later I got another call from the editor asking me to come in for a second interview. This time I was seriously nervous and came out feeling like I had messed it up completely! I spent the next day checking my email and phone every 30 seconds – until it eventually rung and heard the editor’s voice saying that I had gotten the job.
I resigned from my job on Friday... and had a mixed bag of emotions – with some people taking it better than expected and others taking it much worse than expected. My young jedi burst into tears – I felt so guilty!
Now my managers are being a bit shady and definitely regarding me with contempt – but who cares – I’m going to be working at a fabulous magazine from August 1. It’s the change I’ve been longing for – woohoo!!!!!!!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Brrrrrrrrrrr
You know what... I’m actually impressed with the things I’ve become capable of doing since I’ve started FD. This past long weekend was a sterling example...
We spent the weekend camping in the freeeeeezing cold Free State town of Harrismith. We’re talking subzero temperatures here. Furthermore, the reason we were there was rock climbing.... These are both things I would never have dreamt of doing last year this time.
Despite this, we had a really good time. I insisted on schlepping along my king sized down duvet, as well as a thick and enormous camping mattress and a hot water bottle. I also bought myself huge fluffy boots for walking around the campsite in. Yes.... I live in Sandton.
Some of FD’s climbing friends were there too, so we ended up all braaing and drinking together into the night and climbing rocks together during the day. FD was completely in his element. Usually he suffers from what I refer to as a ‘grass is always greener’ affliction. Basically, what ever he’s doing, regardless of how much fun he’s having, he starts to imagine that the thing he didn’t decide to do would have been a much better option. This forces him to constantly question his choice of career, activities he does for fun, even where he’s sitting at a restaurant. Amazingly, the only facet of his life this doesn’t seem to apply is his love life ... thank goodness for me.
And now I’m back in reality... but something big could be brewing. Wish I could tell you all but I just can’t! Hopefully soon though...
We spent the weekend camping in the freeeeeezing cold Free State town of Harrismith. We’re talking subzero temperatures here. Furthermore, the reason we were there was rock climbing.... These are both things I would never have dreamt of doing last year this time.
Despite this, we had a really good time. I insisted on schlepping along my king sized down duvet, as well as a thick and enormous camping mattress and a hot water bottle. I also bought myself huge fluffy boots for walking around the campsite in. Yes.... I live in Sandton.
Some of FD’s climbing friends were there too, so we ended up all braaing and drinking together into the night and climbing rocks together during the day. FD was completely in his element. Usually he suffers from what I refer to as a ‘grass is always greener’ affliction. Basically, what ever he’s doing, regardless of how much fun he’s having, he starts to imagine that the thing he didn’t decide to do would have been a much better option. This forces him to constantly question his choice of career, activities he does for fun, even where he’s sitting at a restaurant. Amazingly, the only facet of his life this doesn’t seem to apply is his love life ... thank goodness for me.
And now I’m back in reality... but something big could be brewing. Wish I could tell you all but I just can’t! Hopefully soon though...
Friday, June 13, 2008
Good vibrations
I’ve got a feeling that things are about to get a lot better.
First of all, all FD-related paranoia has completely disappeared. I told him about it and he thought it was absolutely hysterical. He’s also banned me from reading Eat, Pray, Love before going to bed because it’s messing with my mind.
Secondly, I’m feeling much better healthwise.
And thirdly – I went to a cocktail function for the gorgeous five star Pezula Hotel last night and won a business card draw for a weekend stay at the hotel for two, including flights and spa treatment. WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FD and I will actually be staying in a room that looks like this....
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So that’s the news for now – and I was tagged by Angel – so here’s the meme ....
1. What is in the back seat of your car right now? Two jackets, lots of magazines and printed out directions to various spots around Jozi.
2. When was the last time you threw up? After dinner at Rodizios about a month ago, not the best advertisement for the restaurant, but it was mostly because of the Jagerbomb + extra strength sours that was also consumed.
3. What’s your favorite curse word? Don’t really have a favourite.
4. Name three people who made you smile today. FD, C and that’s all so far, but it’s still early
5. What were you doing at 8am this morning? Walking into the office
6. What were you doing 30 minutes ago? Making coffee and chatting to C
7. What will you be doing 3 hours from now? Eating something greasy and delicious I hope.
8. Have you ever been to a strip club? Yep, used to be really intimidated by them so decided to check it out with some gal friends – such a laugh
9. What’s the last thing you said aloud? I’ll do your splurb… journo speak.
10. What is the best ice cream flavour? Haagen Daz Macadamia Nut Brittle…mmmmmmm
11. What is the last thing you had to drink? Black coffee
12. What are you wearing right now? Casual Friday, so jeans, T-shirt that says ‘Rock Groupie’ and long sleeved black top under
13. What was the last thing you ate? Woolies low GI seed loaf toasted with Simonsberg cream cheese, yum.
14. Have you bought any new clothing items this week? Nothing, but need to buy devil horns and tails for FD and I later for the Friday 13th party we’re going to this evening.
15. When was the last time you ran? Too long ago.
16. What’s the last sporting event you watched? I have no idea, I speed past those DSTV channels as fast as possible.
17. Who is the last person you e-mailed? My boss.
18. Ever go camping? Very often since I met FD – actually going tomorrow, going to be COLD!!!
19. Do you have a tan? It’s a distant distant memory since winter came along.
20. Do you drink your soda from a straw? Not really.
21. Are you someone’s best friend? More part of a best friend circle where we love each other equally
22. What are you doing tomorrow? Going climbing and camping!
23. Where is your mom right now? Playing tennis I think.
24. Look to your left. What do you see? An empty seat where my colleague usually is.
25. What colour is your watch? Can’t wear a watch, I’m allergic to metal.
26. What comes to mind when you think of Australia? My bro, sister in law and little nephew
27. Would you consider plastic surgery? Possibly later in life
28. What is your birthstone? Emerald
29. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? Usually drive thru if it’s an option.
30. How many kids do you want? Probably two
31. Do you have a dog? Nope and I miss having one terribly but I’m just not home enough.
32. Last person you talked to on the phone. FD
33. Have you met anyone famous? I met that dude from Deep Blue Sea and Stander but can’t remember his name
34. Any plans today? Work, then shop then Friday 13th housewarming
35. Ever go to college? Yebo
36. Where are you right now? At work
37. Biggest annoyance in your life right now? Work
38. Last song listened to? Some random song playing through the office sound system.
39. Are you allergic to anything? Metal and saffron
40. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time? Pair of slops bought from a surf shop in Somerset West in Dec – makes me think of holidays.
41. Are you jealous of anyone? I’m not going to say FD’s ex… although I do tend to lose the plot when she’s mentioned.
42. Who is your favorite actor/actress? I love Ben Stiller
43. What time is it? 10h46
44. Do any of your friends have children? None of my close friends
45. Do you eat healthy? I do try to, but it tends to go to crap over the weekends.
46. What do you usually do during the day? Work
47. How old will you be on your next birthday? 28…. Scary.
48. Have you ever been to Europe? Yip, lived in the UK for a year, then went on a Contiki tour of Europe, then skiing in Austria and a work trip to Paris last year.
49. Name one thing you’d still like to do. Watch the Red Hot Chili Peppers live in concert
50. Favorite colour? Green
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Losing it...
Boy oh boy am I just a completely pitiful specimen of humankind right now or what!
I’ve degenerated into a blob of unrivalled insecurity and crankiness – all glued together with the mucous currently clogging up my sinuses. (wow, that’s a lovely image)
AND I’m cold ALL the time.
Not really sure how I’ve reached this condition, because I actually had a good day yesterday with some interesting developments (other than the mucous) that I’ll fill you all in on in due course.
But somewhere during the course of it, I started getting totally paranoid about FD’s mood on Sunday (so much for my breezy statement on the last post). I don’t see him on Mondays, so there was no further development that fuelled the paranoia in any way other than a completely overactive imagination. By the time I went to bed, I was convinced he was on the verge of breaking up with me – and as soon as I opened my eyes this morning the delusion continued. Only now am I starting to realise how completely ridiculous I’m being, and that if I actually voiced any of this paranoia to FD he’d actually think I’d completely lost it.
The only explanation for the paranoia is that he received a sms from his ex girlfriend over the weekend – a simple “Hi FD, just wanted to find out how you are doing”. I started off being very blasé about it, simply asking whether FD was planning to reply or not – but gradually worked myself up into more and more of a frenzy as the conversation continued. I SO wanted to be completely cool about the sms – why is it that ex girlfriends have the ability to reduce an otherwise calm and composed woman into a completely hysterical mess?
Anyways – I think I’m going to medicate with some ginger flavoured Panado Medsip and stop inventing imaginary relationship crises for now.
I’ve degenerated into a blob of unrivalled insecurity and crankiness – all glued together with the mucous currently clogging up my sinuses. (wow, that’s a lovely image)
AND I’m cold ALL the time.
Not really sure how I’ve reached this condition, because I actually had a good day yesterday with some interesting developments (other than the mucous) that I’ll fill you all in on in due course.
But somewhere during the course of it, I started getting totally paranoid about FD’s mood on Sunday (so much for my breezy statement on the last post). I don’t see him on Mondays, so there was no further development that fuelled the paranoia in any way other than a completely overactive imagination. By the time I went to bed, I was convinced he was on the verge of breaking up with me – and as soon as I opened my eyes this morning the delusion continued. Only now am I starting to realise how completely ridiculous I’m being, and that if I actually voiced any of this paranoia to FD he’d actually think I’d completely lost it.
The only explanation for the paranoia is that he received a sms from his ex girlfriend over the weekend – a simple “Hi FD, just wanted to find out how you are doing”. I started off being very blasé about it, simply asking whether FD was planning to reply or not – but gradually worked myself up into more and more of a frenzy as the conversation continued. I SO wanted to be completely cool about the sms – why is it that ex girlfriends have the ability to reduce an otherwise calm and composed woman into a completely hysterical mess?
Anyways – I think I’m going to medicate with some ginger flavoured Panado Medsip and stop inventing imaginary relationship crises for now.
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