Posts Tagged ‘stress’

You want me to do WHAT?!?

Day 09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days

I had an interesting and fairly unusual situation with a child and their parents at work this week.
I’m not legally allowed to write here what happened, but let’s just say that I’m more than happy with the way I handled it and the final outcome.

My workplace thought I was fantastic too, which is always a bonus.
So much stress, holidays still just that little too far away..

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30 Day Challenges..

I’m so stressed at work lately, and with life, that I’m finding I have a lack of motivation/inspiration to write anything good, so here is another challenge, so at least I will maintain posting something while I’m going through this drought!

Here it is below.

Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself

Day 02- The meaning behind your blog name

Day 03- A picture of you and your friends

Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have

Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to

Day 06- Favorite super hero and why

Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you

Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why

Day 09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days

Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad

Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends

Day 12- How you found out about blog and why you made one

Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently

Day 14- A picture of you and your family

Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play

Day 16- Another picture of yourself

Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why

Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have

Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them

Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future

Day 21- A picture of something that makes you happy

Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else

Day 23- Something you crave for a lot

Day 24- A letter to your parents

Day 25- What I would find in your bag

Day 26- What you think about your friends

Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge

Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?

Day 29- In this past month, what have you learned

Day 30- Who are you?

This was the Me of February

before things started to look up. It’s always a journey. I’d just like some good luck for a change.

There must be something wrong with me.
I get so tired, I can’t sleep.
The voices in my head are haunting my dreams.
No matter how I try,
To kill the thoughts inside.
I cannot, I cannot, hide.

The mirror staring back at me.
The cracking lines along my face.
The times I try to get things straight, but could not.
I know how hard I try,
To keep myself alive.
But I don’t know, I don’t know why:

Funny how,
When the darkest of nights falls down.
Worry that I will never see.
The sun is shining again.

The world goes round,
What was up is again back down.
Wonder if I could stick around,
Feel the light of the day:

Sometimes I feel like I am,
Dying, down here.
I feel a raging storm,
Inside of my skin.
The dial tone is there
But no one’s calling…

I feel the weight of time,
Wonder when I will die.
But I don’t know, I don’t know why

If only…

When things go badly wrong

State Regional Surfing Camp was this last weekend.
It was a long weekend, and running one of Perth’s clubs who were invited to attend, meant a long drive ahead.

The problem was Soundwave was on this weekend on the Monday. Initially I was going to go to Soundwave, and some of the groms were too. So even though the camp finishes on Monday, we would leave on Sunday.

I later decided not to attend Soundwave (as predicted temperature was late thirties), but did score a ticket to The Get Up Kids on the Sunday night, which started at 8. So we were aiming to get back by 6pm.

Back to the beginning. Friday.

It’s normally a 5 1/2 hour drive on a good day to get to Geraldton. Friday was an exception because there was a HUGE fire. So an hour and a half additional detour driving was added on.
The fire looked like the hour from LOTR.
It was red, below and in the sky, burning. HUGE.

We eventually arrived at the campsite which was this school.

8.5 hectares of land. NO POWER.

Had to set up our tents in the dark, realised I’d left my swag poles behind. the joys.

The Saturday.
The day filled with amazing drama.

Got up at 5am to go surf at headbutts about 30km south of Geraldton and a fair 4wd drive along the beach.

Some real good waves, annoying to paddle out. Some awesome barrels. Good formation.
It was RD Boz, Caleb, Local boys Shane and Tim, and myself and my grom Daniel.

Headed back about 9ish and the plan was to get breakfast, but had only enough time to pile the girls in the car, before heading out to the spot.
This was access via Greenoch Rivermouth, and required some 4wd.
Turns out, Shane decided to take his little red Daewoo on the trail, and got bogged. There was a 4wd car in between us, and I had to reverse out of the trail about 1km.

I got to the flat hard beach, and my clutch was feeling shoddy.
Drove a little and it died. We figured it had overheated and needed some resting so we went for a surf.
Some real fun ones out. Took the ol film waterproof camera out.
Nearly lost it in a huge wave. Caught a wave in an attempt to catch floating away camera. Grabbed it with one hand, but didn’t have time to steer out of the way from riding straight into grom Daniel. ha ha ha.
The look of fear on the poor boys face.

Gave the girls some lessons on duck diving.
Caleb got some body surfs in.
Good run.

Then we proceeded back to the car. It’s now 47/48 degrees celcius, and we are on a beach in the middle of nowhere. Closest town is Gero which is a good half an hour away.
The car starts, but the wheels won’t turn.
The clutch has burnt out.
We wait… and wait… and wait…..

Time passes. I’ve run out of water.
We wait some more.

I spot a 4wd and flag them down. I convince them to tow us to the rivermouth. They do this.
I then leave the kids with caleb in my broken down car, and hitch a ride with said strangers to a call booth in the middle of nowhere.
All I have is a wallet with bankcards and a dollar fifty in change, and my mobile phone which has no reception.

The call box is broken and won’t take coins, only cards. I have none.
I try reverse call charging the few people I know who are also on the surf trip in Gero.
They are all out of reception and surfing.
I try roadside assisstance. NOTHING.
Insurance place is closed.
My towing place won’t pick up and I can’t get hold of anything.
2 hours later… and there is finally a light.

Some familiar faces arrive with some warm water for us.
I pull my calf muscle.
We eventually manage to tow our car to where we are staying. Roadside assistance still nowhere to be found.

So now we are 6 hours north of where we live, with no car, and I had to have the groms back in Perth by 6pm on Sunday.
Every other person was heading back on Monday, so we couldn’t even hitch a ride.
By now it’s after 4pm on a long weekend, and I’m in a country town trying to hire a car.
I have no idea what rental companies are even up here, and attempt to call all sorts.
Everywhere I call sounds like this… “Thank you for calling, we are open between 9 and 5 eastern standard time, please call during office hours”. It was about 7 stupid EST.
UGH.
At around 4:15, I get through to the Gero Airport Avis, and get the answering machine.. I leave a distressed message about urgently needing a car…
At 4:45, I’m still trying to call places, and I get a call back.
It’s avis.

Here’s my miracle.
Apparently all car rental places in Gero close at 2 on Saturday. This lady however for some reason checked her voicemail and called me. Even though she was at home, and had been for almost three hours already.
She drove to the airport, to meet me at 5:10 (I hitched another ride), and opened up the ENTIRE AIRPORT, just so she could rent the car to me. The airport also closes at 2pm on a Saturday.

It cost me 600 all up. YUCK. But at least we could now get home.
Nothing like a suped up 6 litre Ford Falcon in black to drive the 600kms.

Now does anyone remember the red Daewoo??
Well… it was bogged, so the owner Shane, left it there, and jumped into a 4wd to go surf the spot.
He managed to dislocate his shoulder whilst surfing, and it took friends 15 minutes to get the screaming Shane and his board, back to shore. Big waves and reef ensured this was tough.
Two guys had to pop his shoulder back in, and they drove him back to his lil red car.
Someone had smashed in the rear window and stolen his skateboard, his shoes, his backpack and more.
WORST.

So the next day, is the trip back for my car.
I discover I have heat stroke. I can barely keep my eyes open, want to throw up, have a raging migraine and have to drive for 6 hours. No, make that 7, because that raging fire we had to detour on the way up, was still uncontainable, and now 3 times the size.

We then run into a traffic jam somewhere near the swan valley, and were travelling at 5 km an hour for 20 minutes.
Let’s just say if I’d be wearing a moodring, it would have been black.

Lots of detours later, I get back to my house just before 8.
Still need to shower, and unload luggage and get rid of headache, and print out ticket for the Get Up Kids headlining show which starts in the city at 8.
I live nowhere near the city.

Mad rush, lots of stress, uncertainty about how I was going to return the rental that night and somehow get home was worrying me. I hadn’t showered since Friday, didn’t know what to wear, or where anything was.
I also covered melted lollies into the back seat compliments of the groms – which I cannot scrub out. UGH!

I hurry, and have to drive along the freeway with all the windows down so my hair can dry, on the way to the city.
I get there for the end of Set Your Goals.
RELIEF.
My hair is semi dry and slightly wild.

Show review in another post. 🙂

Now it’s after midnight, I have to return the car to the airport (a 40 min drive from my house), and figure out how I’m going to get home.
Eventually suss a ride at bout 1pm. Drive to the airport, return car, and sleep in my bed for the first time since Thursday.
AH. Bliss.

Could anything more go wrong?

Stay tuned!

It’s ugly face rears once again

Stress.

I’ve had so much of it lately – in the form of paperwork and documentation.

In order to teach in Australia, it is compulsory to be registered with your relevant State’s Board.
Ours here in WA is WACOT.

Failure to do so, will result in one losing their job and getting fined 10 000 if they attempt to teach without being registered.
Mine was due to be renewed and there was a whole bunch of documents to fill out, copies of id documents, driver’s licences etc to be copied and certified, police clearances to be obtained etc.

So I gathered all of this information (I had to use my id book instead of my passport as my current one has gone missing and is full and about to expire next week) and posted it off (they would not accept faxes).

About a week later I recieve a reciept in the mail from Wacot regarding my appplication.
Here’s me assuming everything is good.

Then last week I get an email from them, as a final warning, saying they are cutting off my registration as I haven’t renewed my rego.
I called up and they told me they never recieved my documents.
I mentioned how this could be the case when they had taken money out of my account based on my mastercard details inclosed in my paperwork.

They have no idea.
Still this week they have not located my paperwork.
My principal then pulls me aside (he’s never been a fan of me that much as he is very conservative and I am more free thinking) and asks if I’m aware of the consequences.

Not only do I lose my job but all accumulated long service leave, sick leave/payments/annuation etc.
I’m half way through getting my long service leave.
And that’s so not fair.

So I’ve had to redo all the paperwork, get more certified copies, photocopy the receipt of me paying Wacot in the first place, and post it off, hoping they get it right this time.

As if a teacher doesn’t already have enough stress.

THEN I tried to sign up for medicare.
They need certified copies of passport (OHOH big problem), drivers licence, evidence of permanent residency/visa, as well as filling out forms.

So I get there with everything and a printout of the email from immigration informing me I am now a permanent resident with my case and file number, type of residency etc.. and medicare reckon it’s not enough.

Seriously? It’s good enough for the government and immigration and airorts but not for medicare?
They want me to provide the receipt of the application fee I paid when I applied for my residency.
That was back in June 2007.
I never got a receipt.

So now I’m trying to get a copy of my bank statement for that month.
You cannot access your bank statements online before 2008.
So I go into the branch, they cannot either.
You have to order a particular statement.
This costs money, and I’ll probably only get it next week.

In the mean time, I’ve lost my spectacles, and am on my last pair of contacts.
If my contacts expire or a lose them, I’m blind, and won’t have a back up.

I’ve been told I need my eyes retested, and this is why I need medicare.

So I come home, annoyed, stressed and start going through my old paperwork. I track down bank statements from as early as 2002. Here is where it gets annoying.
I find the one before the one I need, and the one after.
The one I need is nowhere to be found.

And so I wait.