Job #4 – Bio Concepts

1998 (for about 4-5 months)

Mum got me this job as she worked here (and still does!) as well. I also used to work here over the school/uni holidays with my friend Cicely. We were the envelope stuffers! It was fun working with Mum, and it didn’t take me too long to start calling her by her first name, instead of “Mum” but she had a hard time not calling me “darling”. It was quite funny! I think I left this job due to health reasons (headaches that turned out to be nothing exciting – I’m a bit precious!!)

Job #3 – Community Aid Abroad

I worked at the MYER Centre shop as a volunteer shop assistant and then they offered me some paid work too. I worked Friday nights from 5pm til 9pm and Saturdays 9 til 5. I worked with lovely, crazy, hippie people and there were a few perks to the job as well. Can’t remember why I left.

Job #1 – The paper run

In all fairness, Mum should have gotten paid, not me. I refused to deliver to the houses with scary, barking dogs (I made my brother do them). When it rained, you’d not only have to fold the papers, but also put them in bags.
To be honest, I can’t even remember how long I had this job! Definitely less than a year though.


There’s this thing called National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) where you blog every day for a whole month. So since you’ve all been so patient, (or you’ve completely forgotten about my previous promise), I thought I would entertain you… ahem… INFORM you all of my job history during the month of November. Then once I run out of days I’ll make stuff up.

So here we go NaBloPoMoNo!

The epiphany toilet

When asked “what character from Scrubs are you most like?” I have ALWAYS considered myself to be an Elliot. Although I’m not a blonde bombshell, I AM flighty, clumsy, insecure, obsessed about having a baby, and very likeable. I also gain confidence in myself when others believe in me.

But this morning, I realised I’m much more of a J.D. Okay, so I’m not a guy and I don’t ride a scooter, but I DO have full conversations in my head, I narrate my own life, (think Jamie Oliver while he’s cooking) I analyse things way too much, get very involved in people’s lives even when I shouldn’t (though, not so much anymore) and am desperate for the approval of people around me. I’m a people pleaser.

Or maybe I’m a combination of both. J-delliot?

Okay, so it’s not a HUGE epiphany (are there degrees??). I mean, it’s not like the time when I realised I was in love with Hubs when we weren’t even together, and knew without a doubt that we would spend the rest of our lives together. That was REALLY cool.

Which Scrubs character are YOU most like?

Hockey 1, hockey 2, hockey 3!!

Just a quick post to mention that I played hockey for the college this “season” and had a blast! I was the oldest player on the team (by about 6 years) and probably the most unfit too. But the girls were heaps of fun and very encouraging to an old gal like me!

College sports are generally played in September and October, and you only play about 6 games if you play all the way through to the grand final. Which we did! Both the Newman Boys and Newman Girls played in the grand finals this year which was terribly exciting. Unfortunately, after VERY close games, we both lost. (Boys 1-0, Girls 2-1). It was a little disappointing, but the girls will be back next year to try and end Ormond’s 11 year winning streak!

Here’s a team photo after the game:

Paranoid hypochondriac

A Whine

I’ve always been a bit of a hypochondriac. And I’ve always been a little bit paranoid when it comes to my health. I mean, what if I just ignored a particular ailment, only to discover that it’s really serious! Too late!? So I’ll often listen to my body, and visit the doctor when I don’t feel right.

On Friday morning, I woke up and didn’t feel quite right. My joints were really achy and I had a rash on both of my legs. It wasn’t a terribly alarming rash, it just looked like a heat rash to be honest. But getting out of our futon bed was really difficult and quite painful. My first thought was that I had been bitten by a spider or something, but I couldn’t find a bite mark. So I sucked it in and got on with the day. I was due to go out dancing with my friend on Friday night and since it has taken us 3 months to find a night we were both free, I really didn’t want to cancel.

So out I went and danced up a storm at the Turf Bar to some of the cheesiest music from the 80s and 90s. It was fabulous! Trying to walk from the tramstop home, however, was not so fabulous. EVERYTHING was hurting. In the mean time, I wasn’t getting much sympathy from Hubs, as I wasn’t actually FEELING that sick. I just felt funny and achy. He had commented a few times during the week that I was acting strangely, but I just thought I was being a woman. So on Saturday morning I trotted (rather awkwardly) off to the doctor’s surgery.

I was called in by a Russian-sounding female doctor (which made me think of Nanny) who, after looking at the rash, feeling my glands, taking my temp and hearing about my aches and pains, gave her medical opinion: Rubella. German Measles. What the?…. I’d been vaccinated! Apparently, you can still get it, but it won’t be so severe. I just had to try and keep my distance from people for the following 5 days. No easy task when I live and work with 250 people.

So when I got home and told Hubs, I FINALLY got the sympathy I deserved. He put me to bed (after we dyed my hair – another story) and brought me cups of tea. I did about the same on Sunday and by last night the aches and pains had started to ease.

All I can say is I KNEW I wasn’t quite right. And it might explain the big bowl of crazy I dished up to Hubs over the few days before. (That’s what I’ll blame it on anyway!)

An amendment

It was terribly remiss of me to forget to mention my lovely breakfast visit in Brisbane on Saturday morning with the ever delightful Kate and her gorgeous, clever, talented son Liam, who also happens to be my beautiful Godson! We had a lovely play with scrambled eggs and vegemite on toast, and as always, it was wonderful to see them.
(I had to add this in, otherwise Liam would never have forgiven me for forgetting him!!)