Bad Poetry

I was churning out lyrics the other day.
It was mostly fragments and ideas to work on.

I ended up with this sequence.
It reads like really bad poetry.

Maybe you’ll get a laugh out of this.
If it makes you turn away in disgust, I apologise.

If it’s not what it appears to be
Then it might be a stone nimbus
A porous pious man
Feels uncertainty blow through

If you burn out
Will they sing and remember you?

Hollow out my eyes
For they are ignorant
I hung my head up
When they were impolite

If you don’t know the answer,
Don’t ask the question

It spoke to me
And beckoned the desert
It welcomed me
With open arms

A desolate land
Fresh with life

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Another work thing

One of my work colleagues had been thinking of resigning for a while.
He was quite over how our company operates and treats floor staff, but he hadn’t resigned yet as he was waiting for a better opportunity to come across.

About ten days ago he wasn’t in a great mood at the start of the day. He’d seen an email advising what our Christmas party was and that the staff would be paying for part of it if they chose to attend. To say he was disappointed would be a bit of an understatement.

I wasn’t excited by the announcement myself but I was less vocal about it.

Anyway, a couple of hours before lunch, one of the employees for the client we work for had come in. As far as I’m aware, he’s never introduced himself to most of the floor staff so not many people know who he is beyond his name and title and no one really cares either.

When he’s in the office, he’ll hello to everyone. It is said with enough obvious indifference in his voice that it overrides the gesture entirely, revealing how little he appreciates us.
It’s part of the reason as to why no one really cares about him.

When the client guy was last in, he came and said hello to everyone.
My colleague that had been thinking of resigning was facing his computer trying to finish off some work related to a call (when a call is taken we’re meant to get work related to it completed quickly as it generally takes priority) he had just finished, so he ignored the guy.

Client guy noticed this and wasn’t quite happy with it. He said ‘hello” directly to my colleague. My colleague didn’t respond. Client guy leaned towards him and said “hello” a bit more forcefully. My colleague didn’t respond. Client guy leaned in further and said “hello” with more aggression in his voice, as though he was angry that someone was disobeying an order he was giving out. My colleague didn’t respond. Client guy then leaned in further again and said “you”. My colleague didn’t respond.

Client guy went back to standing straight and in a rather insulting manner said “Are you going deaf?”. He was quite angry at this stage and wasn’t attempting to hide it. My colleague said “no”. Client guy then said “You don’t say hello to people?”. My colleague said “I don’t say hello to strangers”, or something to similar effect. Client guy then stated his position as though it would immediately command respect. My colleague didn’t respond. Client guy then walked off.

A bit closer to lunch, my colleague was called into the meeting room with two managers.
After a few minutes you could hear him yelling which, considering how some of the managers act and the things they say, was quite understandable. Then the meeting room door was slammed.

All I know about what happened in the meeting room was that my colleague ended up saying that he resigned and the managers said they didn’t accept his resignation.

The thing I don’t understand is how much of an asshole do you have to be to complain about someone not saying hello? Was client guys ego that badly hurt by someone choosing to focus on their work?

Anyway, my colleague left after talking to another colleague. His resignation was processed the following day.

Client guy hasn’t been in since.

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A Challenge from Ewe

A few weeks (or possibly months) ago Ewe said I should write about him reading my blog because it would be mind blowing, or something to similar effect. I thought it was a good idea.

I’m now thinking “how the hell do I write about Ewe reading this?”, as I have absolutely no idea as to how I can pull it off.

Hopefully I manage to stumble uppn some truth in this.

I’d like to believe that when he’s reading my poor writings, he likes to recline until he is in a position of comfort and gets so involved in what he reads that he treats it as a linguistic adventure. I’d also like to believe that he prints out everything I write and then binds it together so it feels more like a book.

Sometimes he reads this whilst talking about it to me whilst I’m writing a piece that he will read and talk to me about, influencing the trajectory of my fingers on the keyboard. My mind remains direct though.

I think he recites my writings in ancient Hebrew whilst skillfully playing chess against a Grandmaster whilst creating the greatest performance of a cash register ever seen on stage. The performance is so great that he feels it only fair to no longer be a cash register afterwards as it would dishearten any other actors attempting the same feat of being a cash register on stage.

As he thinks of things quite visually, I imagine he manages to quite easily visualise a lot of the things I write about. Scenes are graphically painted on the canvas of his mind and played out with liquid motion as the Sun melts into the seas of land and water, before rising out of it’s nightly prison to rend asunder the darkness that engulfs our beloved mother planet.

The last time I went food shopping with Ewe, he wanted to buy some sauce. I think it was a certain sweet chilli, but I can’t remember.

There was a bit of trouble finding it. Eventually confusion began to take over as it was not in the two sauce areas.

He began to scan the aisles closely, his eyes flickering back and forth. His breathing, footsteps and heart beat began to sound in unison, creating the rhythm that he found himself struggling against as he moved forward, unable to locate his prize. Sweat formed on his forehead and trickled down his face as his lips began to dry and crack. He found himself under great pressure to succeed where failure was certain.

Then we noticed an unexplored aisle and the sauce was there.

There was rejoicing. Then the supermarket exploded. We were already outside at that stage though.

We rode a marlin home. Its name was Harlan. Harlan the marlin.

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Why are you Comparing yourself to the Managers?

I don’t like writing much about my workplace, mainly because there’s not much that I can say about it that could be considered interesting.

I’ve been with my company for a while now and whilst it would be hard to see it has having a positive reputation, I’ve enjoyed the positions I’ve held there.

However, there’s been a couple of things that have happened recently that have left a far more sour taste in my mouth than usual.

Today I’ll be focusing on what is (for me) the most major issue.

About three weeks ago I was told off by the compliance officer of my workplace for having my mobile phone on my desk as we’re meant to have no electronic devices in the work area.

I asked the compliance officer if he was going to advise the managers to put their phones away as well, to which I was advised that he wouldn’t as they are exempt.

I know for a fact managers aren’t exempt.

This went back and forth for a while until the compliance officer advised me he would, by the end of the week, provide me with the document advising that managers were exempt.

The end of the week came a few days later and I was not provided with the document.

About three weeks ago, the same thing happened.

Apparently the code of conduct had been updated and I would find information about managers having exemption in there, but I was only told to look on one of the company pages.

A coworker of mine who is in a higher position that, until recently sat in the same pod as me found the document the compliance officer was referring to. It wasn’t the code of conduct though. It was the information security policy and it had nothing about exemptions.

My coworker emailed the compliance officer after coming across this. They responded by telling him not to encourage me.

I emailed the compliance officer as well, pointing out that there were no exemptions listed. Shortly after this, he came to me and said that the HR person and the boss of one of the higher managers told him that there was an exemption. I asked him if it was written down. He told me it wasn’t. I responded by telling him that as it’s not in the written policy, then there isn’t an exemption. He told me it didn’t need to be. He also referred to an addendum we had for Australia that would list managers being exempt, but I was unable to locate it. He ended up telling me that I could confirm with the HR person.

I emailed her and the first thing she asked me was what the issue was. I explained that there was no issue, then pointed out my concern with the policy not advising manager exemption.

She came to the floor I work on about thirty minutes later and we went into the meeting room. She asked me again what the issue was. I started telling her that again, there was no issue. She interrupted me and said “why are you comparing yourself to the managers?”. It was at this point where the way she was talking to me became somewhat aggressive. I told her I wasn’t and again tried to say what I was saying previously, getting up to voicing my concern that there was no validity behind managers having exemption from the company’s global policy of no mobiles on the floor unless it was in writing . However, I was interrupted again.

She told me that there was no document and word was good enough.

She also asked me how people would contact the managers if they were sick or late. I told her that people would call the hard phones on their desk (as all the managers have one for purposes such as calling in sick or calling about being late, as well as for making non-recorded calls). She then asked me about what would happen if a manager wasn’t at their desk. I started to say that someone would leave a message. However, I was yet again interrupted and quite patronisingly told that managers understand the risks of what they do and the importance they hold which is why they are in their positions.

After all of this, I said that I was going to go back to my desk as I felt I was being attacked and started heading towards the door. The HR person then asked why I felt that way. I started explaining as to why, starting with the comparing comment and how she was continuously interrupting me. Once more I was interrupted. I put my foot down at this stage and asked if I could finish repeatedly until she stopped talking. I then told her how I didn’t appreciate being interrupted when all I had done was ask a simple question for a document to confirm something of which she had advised me there was none. She then told me that there was a document but she didn’t have enough time to look for it. However, I was welcome to try to look for it if I wanted.

I said at this stage that I felt quite uncomfortable and was heading back to my desk.

The following day I was speaking to the compliance officer about what happened and that I was considering going to Workplace Relations in regards to how I was treated and the selective application of a policy. He told me that I might have a case in regards to the former but they would laugh at me in regards to the latter.

I asked why. He told me that there was no breach because I had been advised. I asked for it in writing again. He told me it wasn’t in writing and it didn’t need to be. I told him that if it wasn’t in writing, then it wasn’t true and was against the policy.

I suggested that an application be put forward to head office to add an exemption for managers. The reason why I suggested this was that after the meeting with HR, my coworker told me that they could put forward an application to allow managers to be exempt to head office, but they won’t because it would most likely be knocked back, so I thought it would be a good idea to bring that up as an option. I was told that wouldn’t be done as “it would open up a whole can of worms”.

He told me that it’s universally accepted and other places where he has worked allowed it without issue. I tried talking again and suddenly I found myself being interrupted.

I put my foot down again and told him to let me finish. I told him that he was being aggressive when all I did was ask a question and I was getting tired of it. He then told me he wasn’t being aggressive; he was exasperated because I wasn’t accepting an answer. I told him that the answer was bullshit. He went silent at this point.

I told him that it was a rubbish way to treat someone who is asking a question. I said I was quite over it and that I would be going to Workplace Relations. The compliance officer accepted this and we parted ways.

My problem not what had happened. If the policies are to be enforced, then I can accept that. My problem is that it shouldn’t be selectively enforced. Either everyone should follow it or everyone should be exempt. If the policy said that managers were exempt, then I would be fine with that. However, it doesn’t and I’m quite dissatisfied with how my company has handled my query.

My apologies for how poorly written this is.

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Dinner with my Ex (and some other things)

I’m quite good with these innovative and game changing titles.

I spent a short period of today listening to some of the most droll vocal recordings I’ve heard in a long time.

I wanted to spend that time outside, cycling or swimming or doing something stupid.

Or, or, or, or, or…

I had an interesting weekend, at least for the evenings.
I attempted to write another post. I would’ve done this particular one a few weeks ago when the events it is about were still fresh, but I didn’t and am now slowly working on it. Hopefully I’ll have it completed tonight.

A friend of mine who lives near Melbourne showed up unexpectedly as he was up to attend an event that had to do with a wedding.
We went out for a couple of drinks and dinner. We also had a really intense, detailed discussion about council approval for property development, wearing a helmet and ebola. That was Saturday night.

I had dinner in Newtown with my ex on Sunday night. Despite a bit of awkwardness, it was sweet.

It started with a long hug before we ordered food.

She had bought me a toy kiwi that I named Pistachio as well as some peanut butter cups (which I consumed yesterday).

I brought along a key chain figurine that looked like Sackboy for her, as she had left it at my place when her moving out happened.

After dinner, she asked if I wanted Froyo. I told her I couldn’t afford it (due to the possibility of moving). She asked if I would have some of hers if she bought some. I said I’d try a bit.

Once we were walking along King Street, chatter picked up a bit more. It was mostly my ex talking with me listening (I didn’t mind), whilst holding and stroking Pistachio and thinking about whether the scene looked strange or not.

My ex had to get money out and so she ducked into a pub quickly whilst I sat outside and began to think about how I was just a man holding a toy kiwi and whether anything would come out of the night. I was enjoying the company of my ex, but I felt really uncertain about what was happening. I knew she was a bit anxious about having dinner but she was still being a much better conversationalist than I was and my being quiet probably contributed to how I was feeling.

I’ve had frozen yoghurt once, maybe twice before in my life.
I don’t remember it being so sugary.
It was certainly delicious though.

We started heading back afterwards, interlocking arms for a little while. As we past Tamana’s (an Indian restaurant) my ex suggested that we eat there next time. Knowing that there would be a next time made me quite happy, but I played it cool.

Well, I attempted to anyway.

After a little while we ended up holding hands for a brief period as we walked and talked about life and other things.
I admitted that I missed her; something that I’ve said over messaging but thought it was more appropriate to say in person. She reciprocated.

we decided to walk through Victoria Park and noticed some portable toilets. I decided I wanted to tip one over, so I ran over to where they were. My ex joined me.
However, we didn’t end up doing so, with my reasoning being that I didn’t want to get shit on my shoes.

After spending a bit more time there, we started heading home.
As we got closer, we ended up holding hands again; this time interlocking our fingers. It was nice.

I ended up telling her about how I couldn’t get her out of my head and how I had tried multiple times. I told her I tried to get with other people but she’d come back into my head despite my attempts. I continued for a little bit more and after I finished, my ex told me she thinks about me a bit as well.

It took us a long time for us to say bye to each other.
We hugged each other a lot. I don’t think either of us wanted to part, but maybe I’m wrong.
I asked if she wanted to crash at mine but she declined. It was fine though.

I went to sleep able to smell remnants of her perfume she was wearing. It was a nice way to drift off.

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A dull Weekend ends with a Sunday

Today was actually quite dull and slow.

I was planning on recording. That didn’t come to fruition though. Neither did my plan for an early morning cycle followed by a swim.

My legs are still sore from Thursday evening.

Today was spent gaming, cleaning and shopping.

We had a cupboard full of consumables we didn’t need and another with a lot of pots, pans and bowls haphazardly thrown in.

Cleaning those out weren’t fun, although the latter was easier than expected, considering the last time it was cleaned properly was more than a few months ago now.

Shopping was for a few things I didn’t pick up yesterday. A bit of a waste of tine I guess but it got me out of the house.

Apparently there’s going to be a thunderstorm tomorrow. I wanted to cycle in the morning but it would mean cycling through the storm in the afternoon.

My legs will probably still be sore in the morning anyway.

Well, sleep time for me.

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Pirrama Park at Sunset

Here’s another picture I took whilst doing parkour on Thursday.

It was a bit earlier on in the evening,  whilst we were still at Pirrama Park.

The sunset was a fair bit stronger than it appears here. Once again I found myself wishing I had my camera as ot would’ve captured it much better, but I’m still happy with the shot.

I just found out the cruise ship is called Pacific Jewel. It was moored at White Bay Cruise Terminal.

Also, there are two bays that are visible.  The closest is called Johnstons Bay and the farthest is White Bay, not that much of it is visible.

I guess that’s enough miscellaneous information.

I hope you all enjoy it.

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Purgatory: Part One

Whilst I was doing parkour last night with Drew, Justo and another friend for the first time in a while (I have still been doing body conditioning), I saw this and made a bit of a connection due to familiarity. I’ll show you all why another time. For now, here’s a picture I took last night.

I hope you enjoy.

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A Whinge about Sydney Cyclists

I was cycling home on Wednesday when my front tube decided to deflate quite suddenly. I was about halfway across Sydney Harbour Bridge when this happened.

The area around the base of the tube valve had torn. It was quite annoying as I replaced the tube last week.

Luckily enough I bought two spare tubes last week and had them on me.

So here I am, on the bridge trying to remove the tyre from the weel so I can remove the tube and all the cyclists going past weren’t stopping to see if I needed help.

Well, one did shortly after I begun but I thought I was doing okay at the time.

Eventually someone else asked if I needed help but by that time I was pumping up the tube.

I was working on changing the tube for 29 minutes and out of 30 to 40, only two people offered assistance. Most just went past ignoring me. Some stared as they were passing.

The best part was as I was about to get back on my bike, some lady went past and rather disdainfully said “oh god”.Heaven forbid I might have had an issue with my bike that needed attention.

This is part of why I don’t like cyclists in Sydney.

Many are quite willing to complain about being put upon and being treated poorly by everyone else but are almost completely unwilling to assist each other or even show concern or interest.

They also seem to feel they are validated in their belief of their own superiority because they are cycling, based on how they behave on the roads and cycle tracks.

It appears there is a developing class system here, where a good portion of spandex wearers with expensive bikes will look at and treat others who have anything less with contempt.

I understand how great those generalisations. I know there are a lot of good cyclists in Sydney. However, I don’t have many fun experiences with cyclists here (especially compared to to cycling in othet places) and I get to see a lot of stupid things happen.

Oh well. It doesn’t stop me from enjoying cycling.

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Weird dream

I had another weird dream last night.

I was watching a film clip of U2 performing a song off their new album. It had some name, but I can’t remember what it was. It sounded really familiar and in a short period I realised that they were doing a complete rip off of “Reborn” by The Living End.

They were claiming it as an original of theirs instead of a cover. I was pretty angry.

The next thing I know, I’m at a festival and Paul Oakenfold was DJing when, between songs, he announced he was going to play a true Australian anthem by The Living End.

He picked up a guitar and started singing and playing a semi-clean, slow version of “Make the Call”. Then eventually a backing band started to kick in around the chorus and just as they did, Paul Oakenfold did a front flip with no hands and kept playing without missing a beat.

It was at this point that my mind decided the dream was too sensible and I woke up, quite confused about what I had experienced.

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