I had to rescue this from the Wayback Machine from when I was the bisexual writer of Spreegirl.net.

(For those wanting to ask the obvious question – yes I am, but I am also happily married and I spent many moons writing for Dykewrite explaining why it was perfectly normal.)

Anyway, it tickled me to see some of the stuff that I’d written because not a lot survives – which is kinda sad since I’ve been writing/blogging  since 1999.

June 16, 2003 – 10.57am

The word for today is “Apathy”.
Who likes that Aerosmith song, “Janie’s got a gun”? I used to sing it at the top of my lungs whenever I heard it. But you sorta can’t do that in the middle of an office at 9.30am. It’s too early for my sort of noise.

I’m not going to be lame and post the lyrics here. You want the lyrics, go look ‘em up yourself. Heh.

I’m feeling so inane this morning. Too tired to deal with the phones and everything else. I hate this job. Hate this city. I love Melbourne, but not when I have to work in the middle of Assholelawyersville and have to deal with their trumped up, glorified secretaries on power trips (P.A’s) every few minutes and then have stress attacks because they will not fucking listen to a word I’m saying.

For instance, last week we had a problem with a particular office. The place is run by PA’s who seem to think they are top shit (as usual) and don’t actually need to do any actual work until their bosses realize that, hey, no work is getting done! And then all Hell breaks loose when they (the PA’s) don’t get what they want – which is everything the day before they actually order it.

On the Friday before last, this chick rang up and said that she’d keyed in a matter that she wanted to chase up. It was keyed in the day before. In otherwords – “No way, no how.”

But she was not to be deterred.

Her: So I won’t be getting the certificates back today?
Me: No.
H: Not even the online ones?
M: *sigh* No.
H: What about early next week?
M: Like, on Tuesday?
H: Yes!
M: No.
H: Oh. Well, that’s not good. I need these certificates by Wednesday.
M: The applications are being sent out today. It’s a long weekend. Chances are that the authorities won’t even be getting them by Wednesday at the earliest.
H: Why? You’ve got an online system. Why can’t you do this for me?!
M: *explaining the whole rigmarole from beginning to end, knowing that the client knows exactly why she can’t have her certificates when she wants them, and finishes off the schpeil with a suggestion that she let me cancel her application so she can apply directly.*
H: I don’t think that’s really worth doing. We’ll let it go through the system and see how we go next week. (Or, in non-bullshittry, “That sounds like work to me, and I’m too busy reading Vogue and painting my nails to do that!”).
M: *getting frustrated as we are not allowed to say “no” to these clients outright but simply try in vain to dissuade them from doing the inevitable* I cannot guarantee that we will be able to chase these certificates up… (…another schpeil about turn-around times, etc, etc, etc and other stuff she’s not listening to anyway)…
H: Well, I need these certificates by the end of next week, so we’ll see how it goes. (meaning – “I don’t care what you say, I will do things my way and you will help me get these certificates or else I am complaining to your boss and will threaten for the umpteenth time this month to go with OurCompetitor.”)

Sure enough, on Tuesday, MP got the call from the boss of this secretary (who is another PA – yes, PA’s have their own PA too!) who decided to go ape-shit and demand all her certificates. Not only that, but three other girls from the same office called about the exact same matter and had three out of the four available hotliners chasing the same thing for the better part of an hour until I realized what was being done. Needless to say, there was much swearing heard from everyone.

It’s frustrating.

And today, the system is down, so of course people are angry again. Not good for first think on a Monday.

In other news, Jo was evicted from Big Brother last night! I’m happy. I didn’t watch the show as I was too busy sobbing over the fact that I wasn’t at the last John Farnham concert last right at the Rod Laver Arena. Grr. Fortunately, Channel 7 telecast the event semi-live because they knew a shitload of people would be wanting to see it too. I consoled myself with the fact that I probably had better seats in my loungeroom than I would have at the actual concert… but I still wanted to go.

And it was his last big venue concert. Ever. *sob*

He puts on a great show though. And he finally did “Sadie, the Cleaning Lady” at the end, which was very, very cool. I’m buying the DVD next week.

I guess I better go and do some work now…
*trudges out of blogland*