Paging Dr Fun

Please report to Hips Magee immediately, she is in dire need of medical attention in the fun department. And the excitement department. And the happiness depar.. oh and the interesting department. Well you get the picture.

Well i have finished four temp days so far. Man that place is a tomb. I know that being a temp people dont waste time getting to know you but they don't even chat amongst themselves. It's all sit at desk and work and type and thats it. The girls that finish at four practically sprint out the door as if they can't wait to get away from there. Can't blame them, the office is dull. The engineering bit is dull. The staff is mostly middle aged men and the few females that are there have little to no personality. Honestly compared to them I am the life of the party. I could not live like that, or more correctly work like that. Sitting at a desk watching the clock in the corner of the computer screen. Oh god it has only been 5 minutes since i last checked. This day is taking forever. That kind of thing. I have one or two days left this week, officially its only one but i may be kept on another day; i will know on Monday. Think of the money Hips, think of the money. I swear if it all gets taken out in tax i am going to spac it. I worked 30 hours in 4 days and by my calculations earned around $600, way more that what i got in my full time job. Add to that the days this week and it should increase. I don't know how temp work is taxed so i am worried i am going to end up with like $400. So not worth it. Better then the centrelink handouts but still.

I have another interview this week for a temp role that is about two months. I am processing a lot of thoughts and feelings about this. I was so glad the current temp job is a week, that's what kept me from running out of there. Suffer for seven days, get paid and you will never have to work there again. Now i am wondering if i would be able to survive 8 weeks. Granted the role looks far more in depth and complicated so i would be kept busy however i can picture myself sitting in an office at a desk. I don't like it. I am already setting mysef up for failure i know but still. Speak to me Oh gods of inspiration, tell me the path to take to a better life and career. If i am stuck in a job i hate my life will be downhill no matter what.

Whew! I thought i was just hearing the rumble of thunder which could mean logging of the internet however its blue skies outside and the rumble went on to long which means its probably a truck or something that is careening over the many potholes that adorn our local streets.

The final Twilight movie trailer was released yesterday and the blogs are abuzzing with it. Its only like a month until its release in the States, i think it is 2 months until it comes down under. Anyways i watched and it has me hooked again. Damn book and its fictional perfect hero. Fuck. I was going good for a while where i seemed to have got over my obsession with it but as of yesterday i am back thinking about it, and edward and robert pattinson and the hype. Oh what i wouldn't give to be looked at like that. To be held like that. To be loved and adored like that. But alas i have resigned myself to the fact that it will never be. Why? Because there is no such man in the real world. Just like there is no real Mr Darcy, there is no Edward so pining for someone like that is a futile attempt. So i just lock it away. I look at the guys out there and i realise that they are nothing like what i want. Who wants a meathead, a chauvinist, a sexist git; guys are just so juvenile, so stupid. I have felt this way even when i was young which led to the previously mentioned drought in my teens. Its why i have never been on a date with anyone. I can't just do it with someone i am not interested in, attracted to or challenged by. So i wonder if perhaps i am a lesbian. But i know i am not due to my crushes on so many hot and unattainable guys that exist (usually on the other side of the world) and who don't even know that i exist. Think about it. Whilst i swoon over Gerard Butler and Robert Pattinson, surf the web looking at pictures and reading about their lives, they have no idea I exist. But thats probably a good thing because I don't have anything to offer them; it's not like they would take one look at me and fall in love with me. Hmmm what would hurt more being in love with someone who doesn't know you exist or being in love with someone who knows you exist but is not interested in you. Ouch. Either way I end up with nothing but heartache.