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My persecution of the steel fabricator

I have recently realised the complete aSteel fabricatorsnd utter folly of my ways, and am working in earnest to try and rectify the grievous mistakes of my past. I have realised that it’s more than likely that some of my zeal over the protection of the planet has been misguided. Not the heart of my mission itself. No, I truly believe that making my life sustainable and promoting environmentally friendly behaviour in those around me is of the utmost importance. What I have realised over the last few days, however, is that slandering another person for their choice of lifestyle is not a morally righteous pathway.

In my ignorance, this is the path I have been following. It was only over the past few days that I have seen the error of this way.

One of the innocent people I have mercilessly hunted down has been the steel suppliers in Melbourne who work in the building next to mine. As a part of the finite resources industry, they perpetuate a culture of unsustainable conduct that has led to and continues to lead our planet into a state of incurable warming. This, clearly, is a terrible thing, and the reason why it continues to be undertaken in today’s day and age is a mystery to me.

However, having said that, it is not the fault of the poor steel fabricator, Melbourne is an interesting city after all. He is merely a symptom of the disease, not the disease itself. It’s not his fault that he trained in what is becoming a redundant field in a time when he didn’t know the negativity of what he was creating. It’s not his fault that he has kids and a mortgage, so doesn’t have the time or the liberty to retrain. Or at least, that’s what he told me when I bombarded him with accusations of destroying his children’s futures last week.

I guess I hadn’t quite thought of it from his perspective before. I just assumed he knew exactly what he was getting himself into. I think what I’m trying to ask is: is it wrong to persecute someone from just doing their job?

There is nothing more sacred than the freedom of choice given to each creature by good mother earth.

Filling the void with an Alfa

AllAlfa Romeo Service my life, I have strived to be a staunch naturalist. What I mean by that, is that I have never subscribed to the modern premise of capitalism. I have always tried to live off the land – use that which I can grow myself and or can pay for through trade with others. Perhaps living in the country helped further this agenda, but it’s impossible to know for sure. All I do know, was that I had reached a pinnacle of contentment – that I was complete and fulfilled within myself.

That changed when Karen left. I knew that I was quite a lot older than her, but I also believed, falsely, that we shared a real love. She ran off with a man I hadn’t seen since university who had unexpectedly walked into one of my classes about six months beforehand. Naturally, I was devastated, but in retrospect, I handled it poorly. I decided to fill the void with an Alfa Romeo. Little did I know that an Alfa Romeo would not service my soul.

It wasn’t just the Alfa. I moved to the city, abandoning my small farm in the country. I used the savings I had amassed from an early success in my youth to fund a spiral of consumer-driven madness. I lived in an apartment in the city, owned too many objects that had no value other than their price tag. Perhaps, in a distant part of my suppressed subconscious, I knew that I was receiving none of the spiritual nourishment I so desperately craved, but as was now my habit, I ignored it, and focused instead on my Alfa. The Romeo restoration project I had embarked on became an all-consuming obsession. It occupied hours of my time and hundreds of my dollars.

Now I have moved back to my home, my true home, in the bush. It’s a safe place, where I can pick up the pieces of my shattered psyche. However, I find myself at a loss as for how to accomplish such a feat. How does one return to their lost selves after such a cataclysmic and fundamental change to their life?

Take a chance on the wind and let it carry you away, to a better life and a better tomorrow.

Talking to a Computer?

call centreI feel like I’m in need of mystic advice. I don’t really like to take advice from anyone…not since the incident in which the SatNav told me to drive into a bus shelter and I chose to do so, destroying a prize pumpkin and causing a kitten to have a heart attack that ruined his career in the show ring. That was a dark time in my life, and you can understand why I might not want to revisit it so soon. Still, while I’m done taking orders from technology, the mystical ways are still open to me. At least they don’t give me mental images of disappointed kittens with broken hearts, watching from the sidelines while their peers win awards.

Really, I just love to answer calls. I used to work for a call answering service around Sydney, and I’m thinking of getting back into the game. That doesn’t change the fact that live call answering has advanced far beyond my understanding. I hear you can even get answering machines that pass a call onto an entirely different agency, so they deal with the overflow while you blissfully chat to whoever it is you’re chatting to. It’s a way of getting more business done, and everyone says I should use my skills as a verbal communicator to answer phones because SO many people just hate the thought of talking on the phone and I get where they’re coming from. I’m a great communicator. But I’d be surrounding myself with technology, and not only that, it’s technology that could potentially do my job.

Maybe I should go back to ruining the dreams of innocent kittens and sometimes hopeful pumpkin farmers. But call answering services are here to stay. I could work with them, or against them.

My crystal ball is clouded, possibly by dust. Please come back later. – Joanna

Planning my sister’s wedding

Organising an event is never straight forward so when I heard I was in charge of organising my sister’s wedding I was very apprehensive. Everything needed to be planned and organised right through from venues to marquees. I was unsure at first what dimension of marquee to choose, one which would not only fit in a back garden but also fit in with a relatively tight budget. As the wedding function was planned for September i knew Melbourne weather could not guarantee a dry sunny day so a marquee hire seemed to be my only choice. I ended up going with a local marquee hire Melbourne situated company who assured me the could offer all the party hire Melbourne requirements.

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I organised a meeting with many different marquee hire Melbourne company’s all of which assured me affordability but not necessarily quality. I wanted my sister’s wedding to be a once in a life time event. I spent the rest of my morning and evenings researching Melbourne marquees and what exactly would fit in with the theme i had in mind. My perception of wedding marquee hire in Melbourne was that it was relatively expensive however i soon managed to find an affordable marquee hire which could also guarantee the highest of quality wedding marquees.

The setup of the marquee took almost two days but when they had finished erecting the marquee’s it all looked truly amazing. The freshly cut lawns contrasted with the fresh white marquee, and the fairy lights seemed to glisten in rival with the starry night sky. I felt so proud of what I had organised or should I say what the marquee hire guys managed to set up, everything seemed to fall effortlessly into place. I would strongly encourage anybody contemplating on marquee hire in Melbourne to do so without hesitation. Marquees seem to offer a different dimensions to an event creating an unforgettable atmosphere.