Qutting before you've even started

Today was interview number three with Pumpkin Patch. This time with the Regional Manager. He seemed really pleasant and easy going - would be a nice person to work with I think. Without blowing my trumpet too much, the interview went brilliantly and I'm pretty sure I'll get a job out of it.

So in light of that tomorrow was meant to be my first official day with 1st Choice Liquor. I say official day as I've been doing online inductions over the weekend. Can I categorically state that online inductions suck. Considering that I've been a retail trainer for the last 6ish years, answering some of those questions was ridiculous. The way they were worded meant you could have given more than one answer to a multiple choice question so I kept failing the bastards. I was ready to bash the bloody computer in the end. I was thinking if I'm that bloody frustrated and I know the answers off the top of my head, how the hell where people less experienced meant to answer them. I don't know - maybe I've been thinking too much into them.

So after pissing myself off trying to answer these questions and having a brilliant interview at Pumpkin Patch I started toying with the idea that maybe I really don't want this 1st Choice job. By the time Brian had come home from work I was fully convinced that no, I don't want to work for 1st Choice even if I don't get the other job. So decision made - I've quit 1st Choice before I've even started.

Finally the photos from the wedding of the year

After waiting, waiting, waiting I finally got my hands on Nic and Ants wedding photos. I know that there have been many people wanting to see them, so without further ado:


Yes, to all the surprised onlookers, I do actually iron if necessary


Mandy helping Nic with the finishing touches



All spruced up and ready to go


Everybody is ready and waiting


Here we go


The ceremony


You may kiss the bride


Zoolander Fail


The obligatory group shot
NB: Anyone notice that it's only the oldies wearing sunnies - except for my husband LOL

Whoo hoooo!! Kid free lunch

Today I caught up with Linsday for what was meant to be lunch at at Westfield. I say what was meant to be lunch because by the time we met, wandered, ate and coffeed (if that's even a word) we'd been there for 5 hours. The only catalyst for going home was that Brian was taking the kids to the movies. I had a brilliant day for two reasons. Not only was it great to catch up but to wander around a shopping centre and eat lunch without hearing "Mummmm, can I have this?", "Mummmmmmmmm, can you buy that?", "Mummmmm I'm hungry" and Mummmmmmmmmmm, I want a drink" was euphoric.


So when I finally got home, Brian pretty much hightailed it out the door with the boys to get to the movies leaving Gigi and I up to our own devices. So while cuddling together on the couch I notice something hanging out of her nose. I grab a tissue thinking it's just snot only to pull something kind of oval and yellow out of her nose. I'm looking at it trying to work out what it is and I'm thinking it looks kind of like the inside of a corn kernal. Hmmm, we haven't eaten corn for maybe 4ish days so now I'm paranoid thinking "OMG, she's had corn stuck up her nose for days". So now I'm wondering where the outside of the corn kernel is. I ended up having to put the poor thing in a head lock to stop her struggling so I could so and yep there was something else in there. No amount of trying to get her to blow her nose was budging this thing so back into the headlock with a pair of tweezers was the only remedy. Thank God for tweezers is all I can say. And that piece of corn was bloody huge too. Bloody child and stuffing things up her nose. Hopefully this phase stops soon.

Ever had those life impersonating TV moments?

I have. This was this TV moment, just last week. (Sorry for the lame-o sound bite, but m unfortunately I can't get a video stream anywhere)

"I'm Breaking the Window" - Modern Family sound clip

And this was mine, just today.

I was running a little later than usual to pick up the boys from school because I had to wake Imogen from her sleep. Having just woken up she was a major grumpy ass and had decided that she wasn't getting in the car. I let her hold on to my car keys just to stop her crying and to convince her to get into her carseat. PARENTING FAIL 1.

So I quickly shut her door, and as I'm running around to the other side of the car I hear the unmistakable electronic noise of all the car doors locking. Holy Shit! I run back to Imogen's door and here she is happy as Larry clicking the lock button on the keys over and over. Try as hard as I might no amount of instructing, begging and pleading would get her to press the other button. So I do what any normal person would do under the circumstances...start crying hysterically and call my husband rather than the emergency services. PARENTING FAIL 2. Of course the first thing he says is get off the phone and call 000.

So the 000 operator is great. Talks me through what's happened all the while I'm still trying to get Imogen to press the right button. I'm still crying the whole time. She tells me not to panic and the police, fire and ambulance are all on their way. DON'T PANIC??? I'm starting to think that the embarrassment of having a convoy of emergency services vehicles is almost equal to or greater than the panic of your child being locked in a car.

Suddenly I hear "click" and I grab the door handle and yank the door open. I'm yelling at the 000 operator "It's okay, it's okay. The door is open, she's fine." I thank her profusely while yanking Imogen out of her seat and into a ginormous bear hug. I'm still crying and Imogen's saying "Hi Mummy, Hi Mummy" totally oblivious to all that's been going on.

I just cannot believe that after laughing so hard at Modern Family last week, that I did this today. What an imbecile.

Heatwave

Whoo hooo! Heat wave today. Who would have thought that I'd be excited by 18 degrees.