Work has been relentless. R.E.L.E.N.T.L.E.S.S. I was promoted again and it's been non-stop ever since. Despite the workload it has been exciting (if by exciting you enjoy dealing with insane requests and working til all hours of the night) - my team is fantastic and we've grown into one little happy family as we start our world domination.
Pranks are so hot right now. Wrapping computers, phones and keyboards up with bubble wrap, putting sticky tape at the bottom of optical mice, switching desks around so everything is opposite and holding other people's food ransom are some of the things keeping us sane.
Soju is evil. I am never drinking that shit ever again. Never. Ever. EVER. Unless of course I feel like passing out whilst vomiting on the toilet again, then maybe I'd reconsider.
Friday brownies and champagne are a great pick me up.
Note to self: next time you walk on the street after it rains make sure you walk away from the gutter to avoid being splashed by oncoming traffic.
Note to self #2: avoid walking under monorail tracks after or during rain, you will only get wet again. When will you learn?
I can't believe so many people were played, including myself and all of my friends who also work in advertising and marketing.
Gah!
We were all sucked in because we were all looking through YouTube for wedding stuff and stumbled across it. Obviously we passed it on to everyone we knew because the woman in it was completely mental.
Probably one of the most successful viral campaigns in the last year or so.
Last week my promotion was officially annouced. It's a bit strange as I am doing basically what I was doing before but with a new title and 3 people to manage.
Everyone says to delegate, delegate, delegate. But I find it hard to let go, especially when I've very pedantic about things and like things done my way.
Oh well, they're there to make my life easier and given the 7th circle of hell that I was in during the last few months of last year I should really start letting go.
My good friend Evita is back from China for a month for the Christmas and New Year period. She's been working over there for almost 2 years now and last night reminded me how much I miss her.
We used to have a ritual of weekly dinners at the Sushi Train next to George St. Cinema's and instead of carrying on with our cheap (but ever so yummy) tradition, I decided to take her to Kobe Jones on King St. Wharf.
Even though she got slightly tipsy after a few sips of her cocktail it was a great night. I had forgotten how much alike we are. We talk about being old (she just turned 26 and I turn 26 in March. Eeek!). She told me how she wants me to start having babies so she can have something to play with, and how I need to make sure that I get married when she is in the country so she can plan my hens night and kitchen tea...I guess it's always good to have a friend who is prepared? Heh.
The food was to die for, we were both practically licking the plates to make sure we got every last piece. However by the end of dinner my skirt felt 2 sizes too tight and she needed to un-do the button of her pants. Both of us are totally classy ladies.
Kobe Jones Number One Special Crab Salad with avocado wrapped in snapper and baked with KJ's cream sauce
Volcano Roll Oven baked scallops layered on top of KJ California roll with sesame seeds and shallot sprinkle
Sizziling Sashimi Carpaccio Scallop sliced thinly, drizzled with an infused olive oil
Calamari Fritto Kobe Jones Style Calamari Panko with a California twist
Anko Green Tea cream brulee
Yokan Chocolate sabayon on a hazelnut biscuit with a vanilla anglaise
Given the many late nights I've had at work I've become accustomed to taking a taxi home. The trips home are always filled with entertainment thanks to the many eccentric drivers; however the one I had last night takes the cake.
Last night was slightly more disturbing than usual as the cab driver was having a very heated argument with his wife whilst on this mobile phone. Ordinarily I wouldn't have minded, but the fact that he was driving while holding his mobile phone in the other hand was a bit concerning. Especially as we were going about 80km/h and he was veering into adjoining lanes whilst yelling in Arabic to someone on the other end of the phone. They must have hung up on him several times because he was mid conversation and then he'd stop and groan.
This carried on for the majority of the trip, he eventually hung up and proceeded to rant and rave to me about how his wife was the one on the phone, and that marriage is the worst thing you could even do to yourself. He went on and on about how it's better to be free and that he's only been married for 2 years and it's been the worst 2 years of his life.
And to make matters worse he started crying due to the sappy songs being played on the radio, Mix 106.5 Love Song Dedications. He turned it up so loud when "My heart will go on" started and then I saw the tears when Meatloaf's "It's all coming back to me now" started.
I felt sorry for the guy. I hope he works things out with his wife. And if not, find happiness elsewhere. It was very strange seeing a complete stranger cry while listening to the radio.
Last Friday I indulged my inner teeny bopper by seeing John Mayer live at the Enmore Theatre. He was absolutely amazing. We found ourselves right at the front, and despite need to pee for around 2 hours and putting up with the massive posse of screaming teenagers around us - we were treated to an awesome show.
John Mayer, you still rock my world.
I'm quite tipsy writing this as it's the afternoon of the Melbourne Cup and we've been drinking since 12:30, so if you want to read a more eloquent entry read my other half's more comprehensive post.
* Work has been incredibly busy which has left me exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. The 15 hour days are taking its toll but it comes with the territory.
* I was given a brand spanking new Nokia N73 from a client – it's not often I get freebies so was pleasantly surprised when I found it on my desk with a thank you note. I like how it has an inbuilt application that lets me post pictures I've taken directly to my Flickr account.
* We had a hypnotist come into work the other week, one of my workmates was hypnotised to act like a lap dancer – only he was a guy and was told to find another guy in the audience to lap dance on. I filmed this on my new phone and am itching to post it onto You Tube but I don't want to be mean...
* I went to the Dashboard Confessional concert last week and I truly felt my age. I also realised how clone like they were all – I saw enough black footless tights, keds and denim skirts to last me a lifetime. If anyone ever sees me in footless tights please shoot me.
* Also I just want to say a big FUCK YOU to the security guards at The Horden Pavilion. After the concert it was absolutely pouring down with rain – everyone was waiting under the rafters just outside the Horden for the rain to ease because they did not want to get wet. However, despite the torrential rain and lightning overhead, the security guards told everyone to move off. And they didn't do this in a polite way, they were rather rude about it and it pissed me off. It made me think that if the majority of the crowd was in the 25-40 year old age bracket they'd let them stay, but because the majority of the crowd was aged 16-25 they basically treated everyone like shit. I have video evidence of the security guard pushing and then punching a boy who was probably 16 or 17. Disgusting.
* Nothing beats a lazy weekend doing absolutely nothing. Snuggling in bed, getting up at 2pm and just watching movies is my ideal way to spend a rainy day. If only there were more like them.
Death Cab for Cutie were awesome last night, I am so glad they played songs from their older albums as well as from Plans.
The demographic was quite diverse, from the 18 year olds who only like the band because of their mention on The OC to the older, more mature fans who've probably been fans since they boys came out here 3 years ago to support Something for Kate.
They played at one of Sydney's newest live music venues, Rebel Rebel, or what most of us know as Home bar at Cockle Bay wharf. It was a great place for them to play, very small and intimate with a crowd of only 1,500 – we had a good spot upstairs on the sofa’s which saved us from standing for 4 hours. I hope more artists play there, it beats the larger venues where you can barely see the band members faces.
I'm currently obsessed with the song I will follow you into the dark (watch the video, it's cute), despite the predictable lyrics it makes me feel sad. Hearing it played live last night was definitely a highlight.
So, it seems like FCUK Australia screwed up on their website last night. They refreshed the site to upload their Spring Summer 07 collection – however they made a huge mistake by accidentally listing a skirt for $1.00.
A member of the Vogue Forums discovered this 'bargain' skirt and posted a link to it to share it with her fellow Voguette’s in order to make sure her shopaholic sisters could also get their hands on this bargain.
You can imagine the hysteria that ensued with a gaggle of girls finding out a skirt only cost $1.00, with some girls buying up to 25 of the skirts.
This morning however, FCUK discovered their mistake and swiftly sent emails out to buyers advising them that there was a typo on the FCUK website and that the skirt is really $199.00 RRP instead of the $1.00 listed last night and if they wanted to still receive the skirt they’d have to pay the correct $199.00 price.
This has caused a lot of controversy on the forums, with many girls threatening to take FCUK to the Office of Fair Trading after doing their research. And given the fact that the transactions were completed to their entirety, including receiving a receipt and confirmation about the purchase, it seems that they could have a case on their hands…will be interesting to see what happens.
