Thursday, 30 June 2011

30 June 2011

It’s the end of another Financial year here in Australia which means I have much busier doing work stuff than normal.  I think I worked about 12 hours on the weekend.  Luckily only one job has June 30 as the end of the financial year.  The other one uses a calendar year.  Which is much better for me.  Of course despite 30 June being the end of the financial year you don’t actually finish the financial year off on 30 June.  You have to get the staff their Payment Summaries out by 14 July and then a file to the Australian Taxation Office in August.

A long time ago the best thing about End of Financial Year was working in a finance area which had End of Financial Year drinks.  Our office would close up for the afternoon, go out to lunch and then party on.  Okay, seriously the partying wasn’t very long.  Generally by  6 I‘d be on my way home.  But it was the whole once a year let your hair down thing that I enjoyed. 

I think people who knew me actually found it odd that I really did  let my hair down then.  I didn't actually dance on the tables but I do know that as non smoker, discovering me smoking cigars was quite disconcerting to my colleagues. 

So it everyone who has been working hard doing end of financial year stuff, I know you aren't actually finished today, but enjoy whatever celebration you have.

Also I’ve finished another NaBloPoMo.

We can now:

dreamstimefree_3341882 -party word

Wednesday, 29 June 2011

Write On Wednesdays #4 - Two Fat Ladies...

The Write On Wednesdays Rules: First of all, I am not a big fan of rules. Feel free to get creative with the writing exercises - there is no right or wrong. But please try to visit the other members of Write On Wednesdays and leave a comment. You can grab the button for Write On Wednesdays from my sidebar if you fancy doing so.

Write On Wednesdays Exercise 4: Two Fat Ladies (88!):  I am sticking with the timed theme. It is much easier to find a spare 5 minutes than a big chunk of time to write.  Grab the 8th book from your bookshelf. Open it to page 8. Scroll down to the 8th sentence. Write this sentence at the top of your page. Set your timer for 5 minutes and write the first words that come into your head after your writing prompt.  Stop when the buzzer rings! Do this exercise over and over if you wish. It will be interesting to see where all our different prompts take us.

The line in the book I got was:  I promised I’d come down and tell you, so here I am.

I don’t want to talk about it but if it will help then I guess it’s okay. You see there were flashing lights.  And a weird space in the sky.  No, don’t laugh I’m not joking.  And no I’m not on drugs.  There were flashing lights.  Oh for Christ’s sake don’t make any jokes about probes.  Now I know why i never bothering mentioning it before.  I didn't want to be labelled the crazy one.  I don’t know why I bothered coming down here.  You are juvenile.”

He got up and walked toward the door.  He looked over his shoulder and grimaced at them .

“Thanks for nothing bozos.” 

He walked out shoulders set, his posture radiating anger.

“So guys? What do you think?  Did he really believe in the whole alien abduction set up?” 

“Dunno.”

“If not, he’s a damn good actor.  And he’s pretty pissed at us.  I’d hate to be around when he realised it was a set up.  To screw with his head…..”

Um…interesting.  The first book I picked up is called Undead and Unemployed by MaryJanice Davidson.  It’s the second book in the Undead series.  The line I got was written as part of a police interview.  So it wasn’t even straight dialogue.  I almost got another book because I wasn't sure how I’d go with it. I found that I basically just did dialogue and had to add punctuation in later to help it make sense.  I have no idea where a faked alien sighting came from.

Take 2 is from the The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper

He was beginning to be really frightened now.

It wasn’t just the thought of the unknown but more the effect that it could have on him and his family.  Why is the unknown so scary anyway?  Is it just because we have no idea how to react to it?  Because we s humans have no concept beyond those in our minute little minds? 

Although frightened he stood tall to face his tormentors.

“You don’t scare me.” he ground out through clenched together.  “You can’t hurt me.  You are just part of a dream.  A nightmare.  And I will wake up.  Then you won’t be able to hurt me any longer.”

In bed he rolled over.  The edges of the nightmare lessened as he touched the soft object.  He grasped it with both hands. The nightmare faded even more and his breathing settled from it’s frantic pace slowly.  Slowing down to normal.  He grabbed the soft…..

I think I liked my first one better. With the second one it’s as though I swapped between the character and the tormentor in the first paragraph. That kind of disconcerted me.  Then somehow I went back to the characters point of view but I feel I’d changed the age of the character in the mean time.

Feel free to comment and critique as desired.  Smile

I look forward to reading everyone’s stuff tomorrow.

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

I am Mother, Hear me whisper

Yes I know it’s supposed to be Hear ME Roar but in this case there is no roaring. I am just whispering.  As a mother when one of my children are threatened my my first instinct is to protect them.  Fairly standard I think.  But what happens when your child needs protecting from another child and that child’s parents are standing there doing nothing?

What do you do when you have seen that child lash out at their parent and adult’s response is “Mate don’t do that”? Or when that child lashes out at their  sibling and the parent does nothing at all?

This is the dilemma I currently have.

There is a child at school who is gets away with all sorts of things name calling, kicking, hitting, swearing you name it it’s probably been done.  why is this an issue for me? Well,  a few days a week this child often hangs around in the same area  after school with as we do.

This child (let’s call him P) has problems relating to others.  Not just other children, adults as well.  Recently  P has teased Girl Child and called her names, pushed her off the play equipment so she banged her head and dug his fingernails into her so that there were red marks left on her skin under her shirt.

P’s parents do nothing. When P hits their profoundly disabled sibling there is generally no response from the parents.  When P hurts other children there is no response. Only occasionally is there a response.  Generally that happens  when P is hitting a parent and swearing at them and that’s when the comment “Mate, don’t do that” is trotted out.

There are a few of us who don’t know what to do.  Our children are being hurt by another child in full view of the parents and there is no response from them at all. P doesn’t get asked to clam down or stop hurting or hitting or whatever. How would you deal with this?

It seems most people are afraid to say something because P’s sibling M is disabled. Because P’s parents have M who is unable to do basically anything themself. I have chatted to P and M’s parents so I know that M’s needs take up a lot of time. But I’m concerned that P’s issues are being ignored and therefore other children, my child is getting hurt and teased. I find the longer this goes on the less I want to interact with P’s parents.

Would you approach the parent of an unruly child? Would you change that approach if you know the parents are worn down from caring for their other child?

I want to say something to P’s parents. I want to say I don’t like P’s behaviour. I don't like it when P hurts Girl Child and you ignore it.  Ignoring P’s bad behaviour is not making this situation better.

I want to say: Telling M that people won’t like M because of P’s behaviour is not appropriate either. Nobody has an issue with M.  P’s behaviour doesn’t reflect on M, it reflects on you as the parent!

Please help me.  Someone needs to say something.  There are at least 3 parents who watch this child hurting others and nobody does anything.  I am just as guilty as the rest. Prior to now I have been worried about ruining the relationship I was building with P’s mother.  Right now I don't care about that. My child has just as much right to play safely after school as everyone else does.

Is there any tactful way of saying “Your child is a brat. Please stop P hurting my child”?

Monday, 27 June 2011

Am I an old fuddy duddy?

Even writing fuddy duddy makes feel feel old and …older.

Maybe times have changed a lot since Mr E and I hooked up over 17 years ago or maybe it’s just that my thoughts on this are completely different to OMG I can;t believe I’m typing this the younger generation. Wow, typing the younger generation makes me feel like a fuddy duddy as well.  So maybe I am one.

The scenario is:

A couple have been in a relationship for a few years.  They break up as one partner basically wants more freedom (think move interstate, travel, change jobs every 3 months, those kind of things).  They have property together.  They decide to sell the property but until they do  they continue to share the property. That they are remaining friends and there is a spare bedroom.

This is where I feel odd about the whole thing.  The now former couple are still sharing the same room.  In fact, still sleeping together in the same bed.  Now I get the whole friends with benefits (FWB) scenario.  Hell, it sounds like a great deal if you can keep your emotions separated (which I couldn't) and no one gets hurt (which I would – because I’m a sucker like that!) BUT according to the one party I have spoken to in this, it’s not a friends with benefits scenario.

Apparently it’s more like this:

Image from http://mattressvancouver.wordpress.com

Why?  There is a spare room, a spare place to sleep.  I just don’t get it.

See for me – if someone had basically said you are the millstone hanging around my neck stopping me from enjoying my youth (okay major poetic license there), after the tears and the anger and the more tears I think I would barely be able to be civil.  Let alone share a bedroom.

Now if I was the dumper in this case, if you were dumb morose enough to still want to sleep in the same bed with me, I’d be happy to cop a feel all night, every night. I guess I won’t care about the dumpees feeling at all.

FWB I can cope with. Basically giving away your self esteem for human touch makes me wonder how much self esteem you had in the first place.

Um… I’m very Judgy McJudge Judge this morning aren't i?  Can someone explain this in plain English to me?  Because all I can see is two people getting hurt more than they currently are.

Sunday, 26 June 2011

Thank goodness June is almost over!

I have been doing work all day in order to get the company file ready to go to the accountant tomorrow and completely forgot that I am doing NaBloPoMo and therefore should be blogging.  Oops.

So, it’s almost midnight,I’m cold and tired, with nothing to say except:

If you are still up – GO TO BED!

Night all.

 

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