Today I found out that I didn’t get a job that I would have liked quite a lot.

Applying for jobs sucks, my last 2 jobs that i did for several years each involved no applications, interviews or rejection phone calls. Back door employment is my kind of thing. So if you happen to think I would be a great asset to your workplace, invite me to work for you rather than making me go through some depressing application process.

I think I’m defiantly at a stage now where I need to just find any old job. I really didn’t want to get to this. I’m kind of stubborn about not working for money but rather working for something that uses my skills to make a difference and if I get paid for that then what a bonus.But I’m starting to feel that may be a luxury and that I may need to do a job i’m not interested in so that we survive until something more meaningful comes along.

Here are some things I would like in a job, I don’t need all of them and they are in no particular order just thing I would like.

• A job that lets me work from home a day or 2 per week so my son doesn’t just see me on weekends.
• A job that involves educating or supporting people to make some kind of positive difference to the world
• A job that allows me to be creative, humorous and spontaneous
•  A job that doesn’t involve wearing a suit
• A job with a christian organisation or institution or church
• A job that actively enforces TOIL
• A job that involves working with others in different parts of the country
• A job where the company goes out of its way to avoid exploiting humans
• A job where workplace computers are macs
• A job where I don’t have to push a product or service on anyone
• A job that involves many different aspects not just one repetitive task
• A job that God has put me in
• A job that is close to good food like gozleme
• A job where exploring new things and thinking outside the norm is encouraged

So I might be a bit picky, now all you have to do is call and offer me a job!

This afternoon after Oscar woke up form his afternoon nap it was decided that he and I should go on an adventure. I say decided it was more the response of a groaning noise jenny made when I said ‘What are we doing now?’. The groan was interpreted as ‘can you please take him and yourself away for a few hours’.

So Oscar and I ventured out into the blistering sun while jenny sat in the air conditioned bliss watching crappy home renovation shows on DVD.

We caught the train to Milsons Point with the intention of going on a ferry but Oscar had other plans, he wanted to go to ‘Una Park’.  Seeing as I have an annual pass I got a wristband and decided to take the little man on the ferris wheel or as he calls it ‘big balls’. (as a side I find it hard not to chuckle every time he says ‘big balls’).

The line was pretty long but Oscar loves the ferris wheel so I went around to the exit first and asked if I could put the pram behind the fence, the friendly man said no worries and wheeled the pram right up to the exit platform of the ride.

We ended up standing in line for about 30 minutes, it was super hot, I was dripping with sweat and had to hold Oscar the whole time as he didn’t want to get down. We made it through the turnstile and where the first in line for the next ride. Just as the ferris wheel was about to stop there was a running water noise and dripping sensation down my leg. At first I thought it must the sweatiest I have ever been and that my man parts where trying to cool down with some excesive sweating, but then quickly realsised that Oscar had done a big wee and that somehow his nappy was on strike. My whole left leg was wet, my foot was wet and I was standing in a small puddle. I had 2 choices at this point

1. abandon the queue and retreat to the exit where spare nappies and wipes are sitting under the pram then line up for a second 30 minutes
2. pretend it ddint happen and let the little guy enjoy the ride with me

The problem with the first option is that Oscar wasn’t at all upset and he was excited about going on the big balls.

The problem with the second option is that it would be about 20 minutes before I would have access to the pram even though it was about 3 metres away from me becasue it takes about 10 minutes to load the wheel then 10 or so minutes of it going around and around. The other problem with the second option was that I didn’t know if anyone else noticed.

I went with option 2.

Which created a new problem, the whole time in the ferris wheel Oscar wanted to sit on my lap, he refused to sit on the seat or stand up which caused a rather large wet patch on my shorts in a position that made it look like the ferris wheel was a little to intense for me. Lovely view though.

When the ride did eventually stop I stood up and picked up the O man walking very quickly to the pram so it could be in front of me and hide my wet pants.

I changed his nappy on the grass under the bridge and put on the spare shorts jenny put in his bag then sat in the sun for a bit to dry my own pants before getting the train home.

Even though both of us got covered in wee I think I made the right choice becasue we had a grand old time.

I didn’t agree with most of what Howard did as PM but there is no denying that he acted on his convictions and definitely had emotion and showed his emotion, the same is true for Rudd but unfortunately I can’t see it with Gillard. We have a national crisis unfolding in QLD and our prime minister can’t make eye contact with news cameras, she is heavilly scripted and showing no emotion. In times of disaster and public panic we need strong leaders but we don’t need robots, we need to see that passion and drive and most of all we need to see the weariness and concern that an event like the floods brings. I think Julia if she does actually feel overwhelmed and weary needs to show us, without emotion there is no real connection.

Oscar just woke up screaming and calling out for us.

I went in and picked him up and we looked at the stars on his ceiling and I rubbed his back, he suddenly cheered up then told me the turtles were sleeping with their eyes closed and asked to be put back in his bed.

quirky kid.

I want to be like B, so here is my most played artists of 2010 as recorded by last.fm

not too embarrassing thankfully

I had a little phone interview on Friday for a job I applied for.

They want me to come in on Tuesday for a real interview.

I’m going to dress up all pretty and stuff.