Last week I enrolled in an online course in freelance writing.
Yes, I can hear the sighs; something else he has enrolled in that he won’t finish, as always! It is apparently a Gemini trait, if you believe in all things astrological, for those born under that star sign to leave things half finished. It’s not exactly true in my case. I barely get started most of the time!
I thought that this time, writing being something I like and being a bit more mature in age nowadays, that I might find the dedication that is welling deep inside me, to finish this course. Time will tell.
There were two options for the course. The first option was that you could do it completely online, paper free and the second was having the majority of the work sent to you by mail and just required assignments to be done online. I chose the latter as I like to have the physical, written words of the lessons in front of me to read and to be able to call upon for revision if required.
So, I had been waiting anxiously for my first consignment to arrive and had just started to get a little peturbed by it’s absence as it is a week since I signed on, when, while doing a little bit of cleaning around the house this morning, I found a note from TNT proclaiming that they had tried to leave a package on Tuesday and nobody was home.
Tuesday! I’m glad I was lucky enough to find the note this morning or my package may have been getting hauled back to Courses Direct before I even got the chance to look at it! There will be some communication with my housemates about the importance of passing such information on.
TNT’s note decrees that you must log on to their website and pick your desired method of collecting your parcel. I duly chose to pick it up but it appears that I can only get it tomorrow at the earliest. Here’s hoping all’s well that ends well!
Other than that it has been a glorious week weather wise here in the ACT. Although cool in the evenings and mornings the days have been bright, sunny and tending towards warm and pleasant. Such days enrich the soul and make you feel happy to be alive especially when you can walk around the magnificent ranges that enclose our suburb.
Unfortunately depression settles in after 2pm when one is consigned to the intolerable cruelty of the Bar Code Sorter as I was yesterday, a machine which the operation of is akin to having your arm hairs plucked out for two hours. A machine that I’m sure the Spanish Inquisitors would have enjoyed consigning their unfortunate victims to, in order to make them reflect on their morbid sins.
My morale after being assigned to the aforementioned machine yesterday, plummeted to similar levels as are being experienced by Julia Gillard in the polls at the moment, and I’m sure anyone who follows Australian politics knows that isn’t healthy! The earlier joy experienced in the day is sucked into a black hole of mental creation where no gaiety or spontanaiety or happiness can escape. Such is life.
So today is another terrific day and not nearly as cold as the rest of the week has been. I am getting off the computer and taking to the pavement yet again, getting my fill of sunshine and happiness before the enjoyment of the day goes into it’s regular, terminal decline after lunch and I once again greet the sad, frustrated faces of those who inhabit CMC, eeking out their existence in melancholia, wishing and hoping that the inquisitors would have their fill and leave us be. No such luck I fear. Until next time.
Yes, I can hear the sighs; something else he has enrolled in that he won’t finish, as always! It is apparently a Gemini trait, if you believe in all things astrological, for those born under that star sign to leave things half finished. It’s not exactly true in my case. I barely get started most of the time!
I thought that this time, writing being something I like and being a bit more mature in age nowadays, that I might find the dedication that is welling deep inside me, to finish this course. Time will tell.
There were two options for the course. The first option was that you could do it completely online, paper free and the second was having the majority of the work sent to you by mail and just required assignments to be done online. I chose the latter as I like to have the physical, written words of the lessons in front of me to read and to be able to call upon for revision if required.
So, I had been waiting anxiously for my first consignment to arrive and had just started to get a little peturbed by it’s absence as it is a week since I signed on, when, while doing a little bit of cleaning around the house this morning, I found a note from TNT proclaiming that they had tried to leave a package on Tuesday and nobody was home.
Tuesday! I’m glad I was lucky enough to find the note this morning or my package may have been getting hauled back to Courses Direct before I even got the chance to look at it! There will be some communication with my housemates about the importance of passing such information on.
TNT’s note decrees that you must log on to their website and pick your desired method of collecting your parcel. I duly chose to pick it up but it appears that I can only get it tomorrow at the earliest. Here’s hoping all’s well that ends well!
Other than that it has been a glorious week weather wise here in the ACT. Although cool in the evenings and mornings the days have been bright, sunny and tending towards warm and pleasant. Such days enrich the soul and make you feel happy to be alive especially when you can walk around the magnificent ranges that enclose our suburb.
Unfortunately depression settles in after 2pm when one is consigned to the intolerable cruelty of the Bar Code Sorter as I was yesterday, a machine which the operation of is akin to having your arm hairs plucked out for two hours. A machine that I’m sure the Spanish Inquisitors would have enjoyed consigning their unfortunate victims to, in order to make them reflect on their morbid sins.
My morale after being assigned to the aforementioned machine yesterday, plummeted to similar levels as are being experienced by Julia Gillard in the polls at the moment, and I’m sure anyone who follows Australian politics knows that isn’t healthy! The earlier joy experienced in the day is sucked into a black hole of mental creation where no gaiety or spontanaiety or happiness can escape. Such is life.
So today is another terrific day and not nearly as cold as the rest of the week has been. I am getting off the computer and taking to the pavement yet again, getting my fill of sunshine and happiness before the enjoyment of the day goes into it’s regular, terminal decline after lunch and I once again greet the sad, frustrated faces of those who inhabit CMC, eeking out their existence in melancholia, wishing and hoping that the inquisitors would have their fill and leave us be. No such luck I fear. Until next time.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 