crypticgirl: Inara and Mal from Firefly in a shot from a dancing scene (romance)
( Jul. 19th, 2009 10:42 pm)
It's been a while since I've written, but new relationship foo plus holidays to Daylesford plus more new relationship foo plus work have made me lazier than usual. Difficult, I know, but there you have it.

Relationship wise, things are going well. Skippy and I have been doing a lot together. Much of it is stuff I've not done in ages or never done before: bowling (I still suck), movies, going to the football and playing various games with his friends. This includes the beginnings of teaching me to play Magic, which I'm enjoying but finding a little difficult to follow because it relies pretty heavily on knowing what cards other players have out on the table. Since there's a huge number of cards (we're talking tens of thousands), memorising the decks is not a good strategy. I'll work something out.

The games stuff in particular has been with a group of his friends who all play together. I haven't introduced him to many of my friends yet; my circle of friends is (a) all across the damn country and (b) not really a cohesive group even when you get down to the people in one city. So that will be a slow process.

Daylesford trip and miscellaneous )
Today I had my last day volunteering with what will soon be my paid workplace. In the afternoon we had a meeting which gave me a much clearer idea of just how big the gaps in my knowledge are. In my current job, I'm expected to be across a range of issues for one disability group. This task isn't easy, but it's made more simple by the fact that I happen to have that disability; my experiences aren't the only valid ones, obviously, but they do provide a starting point or a point of reference.

In the new job I will be expected to be across the same breadth of issues for a much wider range of disability types. I've had contact with some of these disability types before through friends or family members, but that's not the same thing as lived experience. In some cases I've never even encountered someone with that disability (that I've been aware of). I'm certain that it would be a rare thing indeed to find someone who combined all the disabilities we cover and who was able to do the job. I'm just also aware that the level of responsibility I've felt giving voice to a community I call my own is about to ramp up significantly. Will I be able to do it? What if I can't?

Oh well. There's no way anyone could accuse me of settling for a comfortable life. Unless you wanted to get really smart-arsed about it and say that discomfort is my comfort.
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( Nov. 27th, 2008 10:16 pm)
Today has been craptacular from a work perspective. I'm chasing a deadline for something really big, which is why I'm sitting here writing this entry instead of working on it at home after hours like I told myself I would. As you can see, motivation has been a bit lacking. More accurately: the closer I get to this deadline, the less I wanna. This is not at all typical. Usually by this stage I'd have so much adrenaline running through my system that you'd think I was being chased by a lion with poison tipped teeth, severe hunger pangs and a grudge against people who scream at a high pitch.


On the other hand, I got caught in a massive downpour coming home tonight. It had been drizzling lightly right up until I got to the crossing on my street. Just as the light to cross turned green the rain started splashing down in big gushes. By the time I got across the road and walked the twenty metres or so to my apartment building I was drenched and grinning from ear to ear. Even with the paranoia about getting the implant wet, I love being out in the rain like that. It's as if I suddenly woke up from the hazy dream that had been the rest of the day and found myself in the cold, shivering and utterly gleeful.
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( Sep. 28th, 2008 10:32 am)
This week has been many things, but 'relaxing' isn't one of them. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were work days full of meetings in Canberra and Sydney. The meetings - especially the ones with politicians - were really cool and a great learning experience, but as the people with hearing impairments reading this will tell you, any meeting is a huge drain on energy levels, especially if you don't know everyone concerned.

Then it was off to my sister's place for a few days to catch up with her and the kids as well as my exceedingly excellent mother. My boss sent me a text on the first day to say she hoped I was having a nice rest. This made me laugh uproariously, because clearly she has never spent time in a confined space with a sixteen year old, a twelve year old, a ten year old and a five year old ALL AT ONCE. That's without taking into account that the sixteen year old has an intellectual disability which means he has a mental age of about five, and the twelve year old has suspected ADHD. Alll of these kids have varying levels of developmental delays; the middle kids are in special education classes and the five year old will be repeating kindergarten next year because she's just not coping. Spending time with them is always delightful in many ways, but restful isn't the way I'd describe it.

Yesterday we scattered Dad's ashes and I left for the city to catch up with a friend. Said friend and I had a lovely afternoon walking around the Harbour and drinking cocktails, but this person is going through a very rough time of things at the moment (yes, even relative to what I've been through recently) so I spent most of my time listening and reassuring. We did talk a bit about my stuff too, but the balance was very heavily going the other way this time. This isn't a problem in that I love this person and being there is important, but it did leave me with a huge case of the sooks this morning because I wanted someone to be taking care of me for a fricking change.

The solution? I've poured myself a nice hot cup of internet at a local convenience store because even though I know I'll be able to use my own net connection tonight at home I need to feel like I'm in touch with people. When I am done here I have plans to duck into the Perfect Potion shop in the Queen Victoria Building, where I will try not to buy out the whole place before I meet up with Miss Maybe (whose identity should be clearly apparent to those of you who know her just from the moniker) for lunch. Normally I find Miss Maybe a little difficult to be around because it takes a lot to draw  her out on the heart of a matter; how she feels is kept very much under wraps. Today that makes her the perfect person to be with.

It will be so nice to get back to my own space tonight. I'm sick of hotels and mattresses on the floor.
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( Sep. 12th, 2008 08:57 pm)
Yesterday my co-workers (from both jobs, natch) surprised me with a box of chocolates, a shiny new shawl and a big bunch of pink tulips. I was so touched to be so cared for in a place where, well, I hadn't quite expected that much. The gifts are all good choices: chocolate never goes astray, the tulips reminded me in a nice way of my Dad's Dutch heritage ("Oh, we totally planned that." "Uh huh."), and shawls are one of the few decorative things I love to wear. All of the shawls and scarves I own have been gifts, and at the risk of sounding extremely corny, wearing them feels like being hugged by people who care for me. In the case of the scarves it could be strangulation, though that's really not my cup of tea...

So it was a good day. The next couple of weeks are going to be nuts though. I have to complete vast chunks of our annual report over the weekend, a major submission by next Friday, another major submission by the end of the month and our report to our funding body by the end of the month as well. In the meantime I am spending a day next week in Hobart and there will also be an overnight stay in Canberra. The week after I fly back to Canberra with my boss for a day before tromping off to Sydney for other meetings and then a few days of leave with family and friends.

I was outlining all of this to $Boss who simply said, "Yeah, but you know you love it." And she's right, I do. Being under the pump work-wise is something that I thrive on, especially when the things I'm doing seem interesting and worthwhile. It's beginning to feel a little bit like I'm ready to jump back into the chaos.
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( Aug. 13th, 2007 05:32 pm)
The last few days have been fairly quiet around here. Friday night was drinks with some people from work, which was good. Except for the bit where the person acting as shot-mixer extraordinaire decided that giving us each a shot of Bailey's and a shot of lemon juice and telling us to down them combined was a good idea. It's seriously like making cottage cheese in your mouth, and if anyone ever suggests it to you Dear Reader, I suggest you run for the hills. Fast.

I've got today and tomorrow off so I can spend some time with Matt before he's kicked into private sector IT work hours (read: 9 - 5) again. We'll be within a ten-minute trip of each other on the days I'm working in the city, so hopefully we'll get to have lunch or dinner together every now and again.

Today we went shopping for doggy toys. This was mostly prompted by Miss D's 3rd birthday party next weekend, but we couldn't help picking up a couple of things for Ashton when he eventually arrives. It still doesn't feel real; I can't call him 'my guide dog' yet, and I probably won't feel comfortable with that term until I've had him for a few months and the training is well and truly over. Just for my own benefit, below are some questions I need to ask the Guide Dog Emporium:

1. I know they'll provide something in the way of a bed and feeding bowls for home, but what do I do for my two workplaces? I'm happy to pay for stuff, I just don't know what's appropriate.

2. Is it better to leave some 'slightly out of the ordinary' tasks like going to the movies and restaurants until after we're through the training period? He might be more settled if we leave it for a while, but on the other hand it could be good to get into good habits from the start.

3. What do we do if we're going to a movie? Does the dog need a water bowl for a 2 - 3 hour stretch in a cinema? I'd have thought so, but then the question is what sort of arrangements do I need to make?

4. What's the best way to educate restaurants, hotels, taxis and other businesses about the fact that guide dogs are legally allowed on their premises or in their cars? I don't think there's any consistent national means of education/identification (this came up in a staff meeting recently), and I'm not sure what to do. I don't really want to go around waving the relevant sections of the Disability Discrimination Act in people's faces...

5. What does Ashton like? What are his habits? Does he have preferred toys and sleeping spaces?

6. Is there a 'good' way to introduce him to other animals?

7. It's better to leave him at home if I'm going out drinking, yes?

*sigh* That's all I can come up with now. Again, if anyone on my friend's list can answer these questions, I'd love your input. Otherwise I'll just refer back to this post when the time comes to inundate the instructors... bwahahaha.


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