I am on the road to study again after free two month. Today I was out of work early and went to St. George TAFE for enrollment of Customs Broker course. during the period, there were pathetic and amazing experience I had.

 

Gosh!! There was a long queue out of the registration room. No choice I just stood at the end of line and moved so slowly like an ant. Which day I can enter into the door? How inefficiently the staff worked there while only a young girl doing signing in and a lady sending enrollment form. BTW, I felt a little familiar with the lady's looking but I can't remember where I met her. Gradually I figured out why the line was going tardly---every time the lady only arranged about 10 person to step in and organised them to fill in the form then confirmed with each one in turn as the rest of others had to wait outside. Why couldn't they add more staff? Our time is valuable as well and it is worthless of being occupied by their disorder management. Bullshit! Got busted! Nothing I can do.....keep patient.....Finally it was my turn to walk in, make out the form following what the lady instructed. It only took me a couple of minutes to finish, afterwards I sit in front of the lady and was prepared for making sure enerything I put down was all right. But she asked me, "Are you working at Ashfield?" I noded, "IPC?" "Exactly." She told me she used to be our client and she recognised me instantly when she saw me . Yippee! what a coincidence! Yeah! She is Sophia Paras. Should I tell Paul who was Sophia's consultant.

 

Leaving registration room, I went to pay tuition and administration fee and then got back to submited the enrollment form with receipt.

 

That's my enrollment, which spent me 2 hours actually I did available thing by 20 minutes.

I've alreay uploaded the pictures about ferry race I shot on Australian National Day. On that day, I just decided to take advantage of this public holiday to lead parent-in-law hang out. Opera House is the best choice as one of famous miracles in the world. To be frank, I had no sense of celebration held around Circular Quay and harbour Bridge before starting off. When we got off train, we were shocked by crowded flock who were wearing or holding Aussie flag, some of them were putting on undie printed with Aussie flag. We almost trouted to Opera House to avoid sinking in huge crowd of people. No doubt, parents-in-law must have a picture in front of this wonder. How hard it was to take a photo without other persons in background. Thereby we had to go through Botanical Garden to Macquire Chair where is supposed to be a best view including Harbour Bridge and Opera House. The more we walked into the garden, the more people we found sitting on the uphill grass. It seemed that Lots of families brought picnic rug some cold meats and a bottle of champagne meanwhile they were looking into the distance. What were they waiting for? About 11:00AM, there were heaps of ferries and boats were bearing off Harbour Bridge and heading for us. OOOOH! It was ferry race and kicked off Australian National Day's series of events with this sort of traditional aboriginal ceremony. By the way, I guessed it was for memorialising British landed Under Earth. Looking at there, I could see the ferries be decorated with sponsors logo such as nab, AAMI and ballon etc and had a huge flotilla of little spectators vessels, harbour-cruise boats, muti-million dollar yachts, kayaks and family dinghys....Who would be the first? Where were they going? I didn't know but I could hear shrieking, screaming, yelling, whilstling....That's kind of Australian ceremony.

I've got several mosquito bits on both legs and am suffering serious itchy even I can't stand it. I did cover with Tea Tree oil, but it might get worse. I had felt more itchy and had to scratch at night, which could not let me sleep. This morning the each small moquito bite had been a big piece with swoln so that Kate and Verena couldn't believe it was from a little bite. I doubt my body has had been more allergic to Australian weather and water. Anyway Kate and Verena teased at me using Tea Tree Oil which is available for prevent from bites not after-stings. According to their advice, I rushed to Priceline to buy some kind of cream for itchy. Arriving at shop, I said to shop staff,"I've got mosquito bites and had serious itchy, could you recommend any cream I can use?" A lady promptly understood my situition and showed me EURAX CREAM which is for itches from bites, stings, hives, prickly heat. It just costed me $7.95. On the way to office, I couldn't wait to rub it because itch got me to want to have my legs cut down. Sitting at the table, I immediately unwraped the box and rubbed gently into the itchy area. I felt a little relief from itching after a couple of minutes. I didn't know it worked or it was just from my mind. Whatever, it is good stuff at least.

 

BTW, all of our office were scared when I was forced to show my itchy area by Kate.

When you get used to using credit card, I am not sure it is good or horrible. I pay private medical insurance, ADSL fee, car rego, car insurance, patrol bill by credit card...renting holiday apartment, booking plane ticket, paying tour ticket, I just make payment  by the way of putting my visa card member and PIN number, press 'ENTER' on internet, then the amount I need to pay will be transferred out and cleaned up. Definitaly easy to complete!!! However, new problem comes out, which is how you can follow up or record what you have spent. At the end of month, you could be shocked and frustrated when opening the payment letter and reading the amount on the paper. e.g. this month I have expended nearly $2,000 on something or stuff I reckon it is very necessary or I have to spend. Shall we overdraw this month? The money has gone but it has not drawn my attention. So far we havent yet been charged for phone bill, renting fee, tuition, books....  Will we be homeless if we cannot afford them? Haha....I am not money waster but I don't know how to do budget or count what percentage of earning I should deposit for anything could happen in the future. One side, I enjoy using credit card, on the other side, I have to face trouble possible after ignoring the bad effect caused overusing it. Damn it!

I will take parents-in-law to Gold Coast from 18th Feb to 22th Feb, so I begun to book 2-bedroom resort, plane ticket. Prior to book plane ticket, I need to get confirmation from hotel or apartment that the room we book will be available. According to Annie's advice, I searched www.sufersparadise.com and pitched on three apartments which has sea view and acceptable tariff, AT THE SANDS HOLIDAY APARTMENT, BAHIA BEACHFRONT APARTMENT and LE CHELSEA. Among them, the first one is the best choice in my opinion, then I filled out booking form and submitted it on Tuesday. I must have thought they would contact with me shortly, but I didnt get any buzz from the apartment, next I had to ring up interstate and was informed they were very busy and the form would be sorted out in the afternoon. OK, I can wait. Unfortunately, no call until this morning, then I rung up again, no answer. What the hell! Bastard! Kick their ass off! It is yet I have no patience. To my best knowledge, client can get confirmation or response to any inquiry shortly after handing in the form. Hi, business, if you really want to improve your performance, should you know customers are more like your lord. Losing clients means losing money and future. Who is grabbing the clients means who will win during business competition. Sorry, I am not frustrated and in sulk thanks to no feedback from AT THE SANDS HOLIDAY APARTMENT, just unhappy and grumbling.....:-(  

 

I lodged the application form to the other two property and waiting for feedback. What will happen next....

It's just 11:40 AM but I had enough and am extremely fed up with my job. The clients passing through in front me break my good mind, heaps of imcoming call has got me losing my patience, boring daily work makes me sleepy, tired even devastated.....Now don't interrupt me!!!!! I am a creature of spunk currently and being in an inflammable temper. How comes? Probably I enter in low-spirit period or it's time for me to adjust myself and have a good rest.

 

I am thinking the question asked by Cindy recently,"why we live in the world?" Ennnnnn....I told her we live just for live. Human being is super animal and they have needs, desire both physically and mentally, which is different to other kinds of animals. I am not sure its good or bad. While most of us have a checklist of things we'd like---the most popular being having a successful career, meeting the one and hetting married, living a fairytale mansion, surrounding by a group of lovely kids....Is that what I really want in my life? What somebody else needs is not certainly similar to what I want. Depending on.  Sometimes I'd rather to be a fish hanging around the sea where is broad and large and can make me feel like a little creature could be ignored easily, but Michille said to me I would be probably eaten up by bigger fish. Where can I stay? Or you could say I've got something that others are going for so Should I be happy and content with my current life because desire I had has been met, such as study overseas, work in a Australian company....

 

I often think I am spastic freak, always easy to be hit down in spirit or influenced as long as anything changed around. So I do believe my EQ is pretty low. I hope I could grow up sooner. Gos bless me!

An elderly Chinese woman carried two  large pots, one hung on each of a pole she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

 

After 2 year of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. " I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to you house." The old woman smiled. "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flowers seeds on your side of thr path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you, being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."

 

Each of us has our own unique law. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You're just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them. So, tell all crackpot friend, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!

 

 

In Australia, there are varous nation of immigrations such as British, Italian, Greek, Middle easterner, Asian and so on. If you are British, you will get high treatment because you are Pommy and come from motherland; if you are from Mediterranean, you are Wog and might be thought to be good at running business because most Italian and Greek are very rich; if you are Muslim, you could be supposed terrorism; if you are Chinese, you are likely to be reckoned low quality. Different countries have different reputation. But don't be scared. Nothing will happen as long as you don't ignite initially. Wherever you come from, you always keep your old tradion and culture but hope to get along with other national persons.

 

However I was told Italian don't like Greek here. Why? Both Robbie and Verena spoke to me Greek are very arrogant. So I had sense of it and kept eyes on it. Today I further knew it. What happened? A female Greek came to our office and wanted to active her status after long-time no use her Job Seeker ID. Unluckily she forgot her PIN, hereby I advised her to try to get her PIN then I could help her active her job seeker account. She rung Centrelink call centre and found her home phone number is right her PIN number. Then I instructed her to put her Job seeker ID and PIN to try to access her personal page. Unfortunately, the screen showed please enter a valid job seeker ID and PIN. How comes? I had to manage to re-register from our system in computer. But it was unsuccessful. Frankly speaking, it was not my job and I didn't need to do anything. Guess what? She doubted what I had done was getting her situation worse and let me look for others to help her especailly pointed to Verena sitting beside me could give her a hand. What???? I knew she didn't believe me because I am a Chinese. Now that I should let her know how professional and strong I am. Afterwards I confidently explained all kinds of possibility we had met and how we sorted out, but her case is exception. She didn't trust me either and call Centrelink again, finally she was told to ring up DEWR IT Helpdesk. I put through DEWR IT Helpdesk and described the whole story, technical support Jame patiently asked me every detail. During the period of talking with Jame, this Greek lady looked to distrust the ability I have to understand what Jame was saying and tried to grab my phone to talk. At that moment, I really wanted to give her a slap. What do you think who you are? Bitch!!!Mongrel!!! Calm down.....Jame couldn't fix the problem and will be going to pass on second-level helpdesk and provided me enquiry code to follow up in case it wont be figured out after one working day. I told the Greek lady what Jame answered. She said its ridiculous. Shit!!!!! You are ridiculous.

 

Thats such a Greek. It reminds me George who was my Greek boss when I was working at florist and what he did broke Greek image in my heart. Gosh!

Just now Verena felt very bored and sit in front of me then begun complaning her salary. She said its definitely peanut and far less than the number earned of her gal pal who is also working in Job Network Member---Jobfuture Plus. She plans to negotiate with Kate when Kate come back. Verena is a lovely girl and has open and straight character and doesn't pretend to do something. If she likes she will tell you, if not, will let you know directly. We have a little in common. I absolutely agree with her at this point, but from another angle, I have to admit nobody forces you to do this job, you can go anytime. Fair enough! Whatever you do, the most important thing is you know what you want and what you can do and what you are going to do. Every single one has his/her own case, his/her situation might not similar to yours and his/her solution might not suitable for you, so go for the way you can do.

 

As to peanut salary, what I only say is the matter of time. Be patient.

I must have thought we would get free hearing regional manager Michael is on one-month holiday and our manager Kate is as well, but immediate news broke our hearts as we were informed previous regional manager Karin will temporarily take Michael's position. Holy shit! She is a witch and doing something that you could not believe it is what your manager has done. She could warmly say hello to you and give you heaps of compliment meanwhile but tell others how bad you are once she turns her head. Exactly! She is somebody only does something at the surface! See, you would further understand as long as you have a look of her appearance.

 

All of our office dislike her and pray not to meet her during this month, unfortunately we got message on Tuesday that she would visit out site the next day. Then we prepared for anything as we cannot be caught by her, putting client's filing under the table, cleaning everywhere, reminding everybody to wear black suit or uniform with badge (Max was joking he is rocking up in his undies:-)).....so we are ready..

 

The whole Wednesday morning she did not show up and no call and we were working as normal. Until lunch time, nothing happened. I finished my lunch and got back desk, opened hotmail...Guess what? Just at that moment, Karin came in and lokced her eyes on my computer screen when noticed it. Gosh! She would say gotcha in her mind...Haha...I should be waiting for being sacked.

 

 

Sitting at the table, begin to appreciate the new suit I am wearing and bought by my dear sister. Its so cut and looks like being made only for me.  I don't mean butter my own bread, but.....LMFAO(Laugh My Fucking Ass Off)...Anyway since I worked at IPC, I have had to put on formal suit which was sort of clothes I most hated when I worked at Lenovo where is the company that all of staff are required to get in dark suit. At that time, I always broke company rule about clothes we shoud have as I thought I was such an old employee that I would be given a chance if somebody was ready for warning me. But now I need to hide my tail in which is a company with different culture and language environment. So I have to work out whcih suit I put on every morning.

 

This morning I sensed that I've already got several pieces of suit in filled wardrobe and I might be suit fetish. Counting the suit I own, balck, white, grey..... Haha... I am not gutter rat, silly fruit bat or cocoo...just only I right get time to think around and am counting down the time and waiting for going home.

 

BTW, I am going to take pictures for all of my suit tonight.

I received this from a friend who had a choice to make. It said that I had a choice to make too. I've chosen. Now it's your turn to choose.
 
The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her five year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and then said, "This is for you, Momma."

The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner.

"Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"

She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Momma, it's not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full."

The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.
 
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years of her life.

Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

 
In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a Golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and GOD. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.