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Is she a candidate or just a novelty? Did you get sufficient insight? Did you win her heart and soul?

See, come on man, put effort into your transmission.
 
I hope you don't walk away in silence.

Speaking of which, I am. The guy I liked and I thought something was there... well, he just got a job in Sydney, he's moving in a week or two, we just had coffee and... I don't think he was ever in to me at all. I thought we were having actual dates but he just seemed to talk to me as a friend and I just saw everything crumbling while being with him, it felt awful. He said he still wants to come down here a lot but I just don't know where we're at, we have fun together and stuff but I just felt like something was inevitable but it never eventuates, and now he's going, I just feel like a fool for ever thinking there was going to be something.

PS Sorry for downer
 
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That sucks massively Bonnie :( I know that feeling too, when you've got something going on and in your head it's really exciting and going somewhere, and then comes a realisation that you had gotten a bit too up about it, like a slap in the face. Really sorry.
 
Man, that sucks Bonnie. Maybe he has a weird way of showing feelings? I mean he sounds like he still wants to see you despite moving...
 
Cheers guys. I was wondering that, Ashley, he said he wants to come down when I have an exhibition at the end of October so it seems like we're definitely going to keep in touch, just sort of was hoping I knew what was going on before he leaves... I just feel like we're on two different levels right now. Like I'm just one of the friends he wants to see before he goes rather than anything more than that.
 
Let's be honest, people are fundamentally unreliable.

I'll spare you the rest of my pessimistic views. I'm no comfort to myself, let alone anyone else.
 
Sorry to be a buzzkill.

Anyone around? "A" quiet beer has turned into numerous quiet beers and you folks may make better company than revising my genocide lecture notes.
 
I'm poking my head in and out.

The past two weeks at work, I've literally done 30 minutes of work for each eight hour day. At 2pm today, they threw a project at me that probably requires 80-100 work hours to complete - building demographic data for publishing companies in South East Asia. It's interesting and beats sending emails to people or staring at a wall, but it's going to be difficult to get done timewise.

Oh, and they want done by the end of next week, which considering I work 37.5 hours a week and not a second more, isn't going to go nicely.

So yeah, I'll be poking my head in and out.
 
Don't let yourself get screwed.

Also I actually don't know what you're working at. But it must be nice to have a real job.
 
Not a buzzkill at all mate! I'll tell you what is though - my housemate. God she's a cunt.

Decided I'm gonna move back home for a little bit. I don't have time to find a new place cos she's such a bitch. Passive-aggressive emails. Constantly asking me if I'm moving out or what I'm up to, knowing that I've been extremely busy and stressed. Thinking this whole situation is my fault. Anyway. I'm gonna move back him this week and live there for a while and take my time to try and find a really, really good place in Brunswick. Bit stressed for Teresa again, as I'm gonna take her home tomorrow and put her in the bedrooms area at home, get a latch for the sliding door so other cats and Jack can't get in there, but it will be better than having her locked in my room here all weekend and then I'll just move home early next week.

Right now I'm watching The Footy Show, then I'm gonna drink and listen to Gliss Riffer, so I'll be up for a while.
 
Don't let yourself get screwed.

Also I actually don't know what you're working at. But it must be nice to have a real job.

I mean, I'm on a fixed term contract, and I'm getting fucked on money, but it's a reference. Does that mean I'm already screwed?

I'm working at McGraw-Hill Education, so I guess I'm contributing to the problem of rising costs of educational resources and being an awful scumbag? But I guess that's what happens when you're a company that sells for billions of dollars and is run by bottom line chasers.

It's nice, but unfulfilling. I got the itch to go back to academia for the first time two nights ago.

It wasn't very pleasant.
 
Not a buzzkill at all mate! I'll tell you what is though - my housemate. God she's a cunt.

Decided I'm gonna move back home for a little bit. I don't have time to find a new place cos she's such a bitch. Passive-aggressive emails. Constantly asking me if I'm moving out or what I'm up to, knowing that I've been extremely busy and stressed. Thinking this whole situation is my fault. Anyway. I'm gonna move back him this week and live there for a while and take my time to try and find a really, really good place in Brunswick. Bit stressed for Teresa again, as I'm gonna take her home tomorrow and put her in the bedrooms area at home, get a latch for the sliding door so other cats and Jack can't get in there, but it will be better than having her locked in my room here all weekend and then I'll just move home early next week.

Right now I'm watching The Footy Show, then I'm gonna drink and listen to Gliss Riffer, so I'll be up for a while.

Gliss Riffer is still pretty brilliant. When I Was Done Dying :drool:

Gotta say, though, hearing of all of your problems with your cat is making me ever more steadfast in not getting animals. People can be such pains in the arse about them. I love animals, but it's not worth the hassle.

A friend of mine who lives in a high rise apartment in the CBD recently got a cat, and mentioned that apartments in the city centre are becoming more and more viable to have pets in, in Sydney at least. It might be worth looking for somewhere in that corridor between Brunswick and Carlton for that reason?

(then again, it's probably really expensive.)
 
Not a buzzkill at all mate! I'll tell you what is though - my housemate. God she's a cunt.

Decided I'm gonna move back home for a little bit. I don't have time to find a new place cos she's such a bitch. Passive-aggressive emails. Constantly asking me if I'm moving out or what I'm up to, knowing that I've been extremely busy and stressed. Thinking this whole situation is my fault. Anyway. I'm gonna move back him this week and live there for a while and take my time to try and find a really, really good place in Brunswick. Bit stressed for Teresa again, as I'm gonna take her home tomorrow and put her in the bedrooms area at home, get a latch for the sliding door so other cats and Jack can't get in there, but it will be better than having her locked in my room here all weekend and then I'll just move home early next week.

Right now I'm watching The Footy Show, then I'm gonna drink and listen to Gliss Riffer, so I'll be up for a while.

I can't believe how ridiculous this is. Sounds to me like the sooner you're out of that situation the happier you'll be really, even if having to head back home may not be the flashest option. Good luck man.

I wish I had a cat though. But yeah, rental difficulties and probable cat allergy make that a no go. Somebody downstairs in my building has the most adorable cat EVER. I'm totally in love with it.
 
Yeah when I move home that's one of things I'll be thinking about doing. Ideally I'd love to take over the lease of a really nice place, spacious bedroom, natural light, good shower, good kitchen bench, cats allowed and then I host interviews and pick who I want to move in.
 
I mean, I'm on a fixed term contract, and I'm getting fucked on money, but it's a reference. Does that mean I'm already screwed?

I'm working at McGraw-Hill Education, so I guess I'm contributing to the problem of rising costs of educational resources and being an awful scumbag? But I guess that's what happens when you're a company that sells for billions of dollars and is run by bottom line chasers.

It's nice, but unfulfilling. I got the itch to go back to academia for the first time two nights ago.

It wasn't very pleasant.

References are references. I take anything just to put it on my CV, which means I'm hideously overworked at times but that seems to be what a working life is all about. Why am I in this game again?

Don't fucking come back to academia though. I don't know why I think I can make this work. Bloodymindedness, perhaps.

I feel really awkward when my talented students ask me for career advice. Like, yes, you're brilliant and would make a killer academic. On the other hand, you deserve better.
 
Ah I'm sorry that this is getting you down man. Sucks that academia as a field is fucked but there's a million jobs as a developer and all the jobs underneath that where 60 people have ridiculous, meaningless job titles and only contribute to red tape.
 
Oh, I think I know the answer to this!

Because you know that nothing else will be as satisfying?

Because I'm fucking hopeless at everything else! We joke in my department that we're all there because it's the only thing we can do.

I've realised I'm really fucked if I can't make this work now!
 
Because I'm fucking hopeless at everything else! We joke in my department that we're all there because it's the only thing we can do.

I've realised I'm really fucked if I can't make this work now!

Someone asked me for advice on Tuesday re: academia, whether they should do it, as people were pressuring him to do a Masters in theology.

I responded that people don't do postgrad because they want to, but because they need to, and there's nothing else they can do. Which was meant as a joke, but...
 
Ah I'm sorry that this is getting you down man. Sucks that academia as a field is fucked but there's a million jobs as a developer and all the jobs underneath that where 60 people have ridiculous, meaningless job titles and only contribute to red tape.

If we could get some increased government funding we might have some jobs. It'd be nice.

I'd take a ridiculous, meaningless title and contribute to red tape if it meant stability. Except maybe not. Because Liam's right. There's this stupid fucking fire that burns in me to write history and I feel weird when I'm not doing it. Yet at the moment I'm doing it stupidly sluggishly. Eh.

What are you drinking? I just had a red Coopers for the first time last night, holy shit, what have I been doing with my life.

I'm sure Bonnie can answer the latter question! I found some White Rabbit in my fridge. I wish such discoveries occurred more often. But with just one left I may need to progress to the whisky.
 
What are you drinking? I just had a red Coopers for the first time last night, holy shit, what have I been doing with my life.

DID SOMEONE SAY COOPERS

I'm actually drinking SA's worst, a tin of West End, right now. Dad did a gardening job for a mate and they paid him in a carton of the red stuff, he hates it (he's a VB drinker for some reason!) so I've been helping him with getting rid of it.

Anyway, Coopers Sparkling, or "Sparklers" as they're known to the truly rekt, are a true gift, they can mess you up pretty quickly but boy are they tasty, good taste m8. :up:
 
SSRIs and alcohol do not play nicely together.

Oh. Well.

I think most of my quips here would be deeply unproductive.

And that's all I have at the moment, quips. I guess cynicism too.

I'm fine.
 
I really want another cat but I don't have enough certainty about my future to look after a critter, I'd hate to leave it behind if I had to move overseas, which is an eventual intention. Have strongly considered looking after a geriatric one from a shelter, even then it might last another ten years though!

Gee, Birds of Tokyo are a bit average.
 
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