B-log

It was my last day of work today. Today is halloween…for those of you who don’t already know, halloween isn’t celebrated much here in australia…nobody goes trick or treating…no one dresses up, there are hardly any costume parties, which sucks because halloween is one of my MOST favourite if not my MOST favourite holiday. but anyway, i just started this and already i digress.

I had bought some lollies to hand out at work…i made two makeshift candy jars out of paper and had trick written on one and treat on the other…i had gummy snakes in the trick, and minties in the treat. People looked at me funny all day long when i offered them the jars and said, “wanna trick or treat?” sheesh. oh well. so anyway, i was telling some of the residents that i had gotten to know pretty well that it was my last day there and it was a good feeling for me to hear them saying what a joy i was to have in the building…one girl even said i was the only ray of sunshine in the building. that was really nice. i even got a call by one of the residents whose daughter i had just spoken to not ten minutes earlier, who told me that she would be happy to have a coffee with me when i got back…and that was so sweet because this woman was very sweet, and very cool for her age. the woman who owns the cleaning company that cleans a few of the apartments in the building gave me a piece of chocolate cake…i feel so good…

which brings me to the point that you indeed get what you give. i loved that job, not only because it allowed me lots of time (heaps of it) to read and do uni work, but it allowed me to do what i like to do…interact with people…and in this job i met all sorts…this job taught me what a smile can do to other people. i like to smile, i think life is waay to short to be frowning and miserable–and even when people would be rude to me, and some of them were, after i was done ranting about them, i returned to being my happy self. this job was such that it is easy to remain detatched…i know some collegues who still don’t know some of the residents names…but it is just as easy to become friends to the residents. you get what you give. i got many good wishes today, and gave many back in return. i got people telling me to come back to the building, i got people telling me that i would be missed, i got people offering me jobs for when i got back. i think being nice to people has its rewards. i think smiling has its rewards too. its nice to feel appreciated for work you have done for people. the great thing is that the boss tells me i may have the job back when i return to sydney!

i’m on holiday mode now…only two more weeks till i head to the phils for an extended holiday…i can’t wait. already i am losing sleep over it…

i can’t wait… : )

a near heart attack.

This made the planning for his birthday all worth it. See, i threw him a surprise party. Now, i’ve never thrown a surprise party before…from the very inception of the idea my heart started beating in triple time wondering if i could pull it off…challenged by the thought….

I went for it. I went about the task of informing people…first and foremost his dad…and then the rest was e-mailing his friends asking them to e-mail other friends, more friends. Its fantastic how people pull together…i was worried about food and asked them to bring food for the barbeque…we ended up with so much food we probably don’t have to shop for meat for another two weeks…

But anyway thats another story alltogether…this is what made it all worthwhile…my heart was racing on our way home from the gym…i was worried that he knew…which i was to find out he didn’t…as we pulled into our parking spot i started talking incessantly…and LOUD. i continued talking loud throughout the stairwell, and into our front door…and through the hallway…i was trying to talk loud but all i could hear was my heartbeating…and boy was it beating fast…walking down the hallway he was focused on an almost empty glass of coke standing on the counter and was probably thinking….”this isn’t mine!”…and all the while he didn’t notice the 20 or so odd people standing in his living room….that is, until they yelled “SURPRISE!” And he promptly jumped out of his skin and yelled “FUCKING HELL!”, and a flash went off and the corresponding picture tells the whole story.

what’d i give my boyfriend for his birthday?

a near heart attack.

he didn’t talk to me for about an hour after that just because he was dirty that i had got him so good! but ah was it worth it.

there’s no topping this one.