who’s this

At work, we get a lot of phone calls, so I answer a lot of calls on any given day (except today – there didn’t seem to be many phone calls today). Some callers are super nice and very grateful for any bit of help provided (even when all I’m telling them is that we have stock of something and/or what the price is), and others are just down right irritable and have no intention of being polite.

When I answer calls, I sort of imagine what the person on the other end of the line might look like. It’s not necessarily a conscious thing that I do, but usually an image of some sort will come to mind.

Someone older, someone younger; someone calling from the quiet of their home, someone calling from their car on their way to the pharmacy (but not necessarily the driver, since talking on a mobile while driving is frowned upon); someone with a baby crying or a dog barking in the background; someone with a foreign accent or someone who speaks perfect English.

And then I wonder if the caller has painted a picture in their mind of what I might look like, and I wonder how far or close it might be to my actual likeness. But I suppose there’s less scope for them to imagine, since the setting over at my end is more or less constant: a pharmacy which could be presumed to be staffed by people of a particular age range and so forth.

And now, as I’m writing this, I wonder if my writing style or the content of my posts give anything away about what I might look like…

It’s strange how there’s this (subconscious) need to attach an image to everything.

sunshine sunday

It feels like this is the first Sunday in a long time that it hasn’t been raining. Perfect weather for laundry.

Speaking of laundry, we got a new washing machine the other day. I wasn’t there to select it and make the purchase (my parents went to buy it) but it was still pretty exciting to come home and see it (although on the night I came home after they’d brought it home, I was sort of too tired to be excited… but it was fun using it for the first time today).

Ok, enough about laundry (never thought I’d be blogging so much about laundry and other domestic things, but perhaps it’s a sign of getting old – I mean, “growing up” (that sounds a bit better))

Today was also the first time in over a month that I ate instant noodles. You might be wondering why/how I keep track of these pointless things but that, apparently, is how my mind works.

In other, neither more or less significant news, I have noticed that I’ve been craving cartoons lately. Not really any particular show, but I just really want to watch cartoons. The disappointing thing is that half the kids’ shows these days aren’t even cartoons.

Was pretty excited to see the 500th episode of ‘The Simpsons’ the other night, though. I reckon there have been funnier episodes, but any new episode of ‘The Simpsons’ is a big thing, let alone the 500th one.

Ok, enough rambling about nothing in particular. I’m going to go and enjoy the last rays of sunshine for today.

flat out

This last work week has been a bit of a whirlwind. Sure, there have been moments when things seemed relaxed and under control, but most of it has been pretty busy and the day – the week is over in a snap.

Today was worst of them all. Started work at 8am and it was pretty quiet/manageable for the first hour (just me and the pharmacist at work). But after that, it was pretty much one thing after another – sometimes many things at the same time.

I’ve come to expect Saturdays to be a bit hectic, but that was insane. Neither of us had lunch until after 3pm~ (The pharmacist had predicted in the morning that it might get quite busy because it’s election day, so everyone’s forced to leave their homes to go and vote and may hence be out and about in general)

But, to be honest, I think I prefer the busy days compared to the nothing days when I end up doing every odd job I can think of to make the day progress .. at all.

I am tired. But not totally exhausted. There’s something about being completely and utterly exhausted that’s actually quite satisfying. Although I do wonder if I might burn out before the year is through.

Nah, that’s crazy talk.

good times

Looks like I’m due for another blog post about now… Wish I had something more interesting to write about than work.

Actually, there is something else…

I recently saw this video on FB courtesy of a friend’s friend (isn’t social networking great?)

Amazingly, I remember watching each and every one of the shows featured in that video when I was a kid. It would almost seem like I’d spent my entire childhood watching TV (which I, in actual fact, did not, thank-you very much).

Good times, though… Good times…

spades

Had a random thought today (was going to call it a “ponderance” but am not sure if that’s a proper word or, if it is a real word, if it is suitable to this context, although it probably would be).

Can’t remember what I was thinking about before I had this random thought, but it was probably unrelated and hence not important. But anyway, I was wondering if it would be possible to raise a kid to believe that things are the opposite of their stereotype (e.g. that pink is a masculine, rather than feminine, colour).

Sure, it might take quite a bit of effort, and it might be pointless and of no real benefit to the parents or the kid, but it’d be possible, wouldn’t it? Stereotypes aren’t things that we just know (or are they?)

Oh wait, I remember why this thought occurred to me. I was looking out the window and I saw two girls and a guy walk past. The two girls looked sort of alike (from what I could tell from that distance), so I thought they might be twins. The guy had the same colour hair, so I thought he could be their brother. But then I thought, “what if they’re triplets?”

And so I wondered what it would be like for a guy to grow up with two sisters as part of a set of triplets, and vice versa, and whether the parents would feel obliged to do away with gender differences to help them all get along better.

Yes, riveting stuff, isn’t it?

In unrelated news: I have now gotten all of my CPD (continuing professional development) requirements for the year – and it’s only March. But, being me, I’m not going to stop there. I’m going to try to get triple, or a least double the minimum requirement. We’ll see how I go.

And lastly, just wanted to mention this song I’ve had stuck in my head for most of today. It’s quite a catchy song, but I have no idea why it just randomly popped into my head today. Ashamedly, I have to admit that I can only remember fragments of it – it’s been so long since I heard it in full.

State High, State High; Long live the sturdy old State High

spin cycle

And here we are again, on the brink of another work week. An 8am start tomorrow means I probably should have gone to bed about an hour ago. Feels like such a long time since I did the “early” shift. And yet it’s only March. This year feels like it’s going fast and slow at the same time.

Sort of wish things would slow down a bit. Need a bit of a breather.

Am quite annoyed that it keeps raining on Sundays when I (and others) want to do laundry. Do not really like rain at the moment. We had pretty good weather during the week, though. Pity I was at work all those days. Typical how things work out like that.

It’s like that feeling .. like when you get on a train and you sit down in one of the backward-facing seats .. after a while, the doors close and the train is preparing to leave the platform .. and you’re expecting to move forwards, but you go backwards instead, and it just catches you a little bit off guard.