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Preston Markets

Published August 26, 2019 by helentastic67

Preston Markets

This is about my fifth blog post I’ve written in a sitting, over ninety minutes, so it might give you an idea of how the old filing cabinet that is my brain works and I haven’t had a day to sit and write for maybe a month, so I’m way behind.

But I just wanted to circle back briefly to my adventures to the Preston Markets on the Saturday mornings with the then boyfriend.

While I was working in the area, I would prefer to go after work on a Thursday or Friday night to get “just a few things” and carry them home on the train. Early evenings were really quiet and it was a nice way to finish the day after work.

However, as you might recall, going on a Saturday, I had a strict time schedule that I wanted/needed to go because and this is the main reason. I think the boyfriend did not like going and that is because he hated the ‘wogs’.

What? Shock horror! That sounds racist. However, he was not from Australia, he was from the States and he didn’t understand “wogs”.

Preston and other areas around Melbourne have a long history of wogs (Italian/Greeks etc) and while the ex was tall, he didn’t cope with the masses of Nona’s pushing their way in and around him and their shopping carts into him.

He would often let out a noise of displeasure in a fruit and veg stall and I would look over at him. A Nona had pushed her trolley into him as if he wasn’t there. He was just in their way and they didn’t much care.

He obviously just needed to give them the European stare. Yes!

Saturday

Published March 9, 2018 by helentastic67

Saturday

Saturday

I like to imagine I’ve mentioned it but just in case I haven’t or you missed it. I go off the grid on a Saturday.

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That means no mobile phone, none. No emails, hell no, no emails and no social media.

Despite the fact I’m ‘retired’, not bragging, I’m unable to do any of the things that used to pay me and I couldn’t manage what most consider ‘work’, so I am retired, but poor.

Retired

Yet I’m still busy with the phone calls organising things, the emails and the keeping tabs on other people’s ‘social media’. Damn I will never get through Facebook news feed, which I might look at twice weekly and hate myself for it later.

Doing admin

However, Saturday’s are the days I allow myself to do one of several things, I eat, I sleep and I watch some TV.

Eat sleep TV

And I repeat.

Today, I’ve mixed it up a little. After I watched ‘whatever’ show while eating breakfast, I decided part of my new routine should be to read a comic.

Read Comics

This is generally something that makes me tried anyway and I am five years (you heard) I repeat, five years behind on my comics, so I read a comic.

Everyone celebrate and do a little dance, because I can’t dance.

Celebration dance

And now sleep…

Last Friday, I went to the butchers, I don’t do it often admittedly and I normally save time be calling my guy “Jim” (OK, it the owner but still). This time I just decided to go get a ticket, stand and wait to order like everybody else.

Big Mistake…

Butcher

Apart from the full body slam from behind I received from some bearded hipster dude because, I mistakenly stood near the ticket machine, I didn’t get what I asked for and of course didn’t know until I unpacked it later. The full body slam, I confess to say was the highlight of this experience, since it’s been some years since I’ve had that level of full body contact.

I know, but from a chick who chooses to be celibate, but misses all the ‘smoochie’ stuff.

Smoochie stuff

What? I’m only human…

The celibacy thing, I’m sure I’ll cover that another time, but in short if I’m single, I’m celibate and now I guess that’s done for now…

Anyway, back to the meat. I don’t know if it’s my slight facial droop or that the woman wanted to sell a more expensive product or she was just deaf but, I was sure I said – “Can I please have four snags and a half a kilo of diet mince!” And what do you think I got? I got four snags – check and half a kilo of diced beef.

four sausages

Minced beef

 

 

 

 

 

 

Diced beef

Guess I’ll be rethinking how I use it. Which includes defrosting in time for a carer to cut it smaller and perhaps a nice salad with Portuguese spices.

Stew

mmm…. Now I’m hungry…

Hungry

Off the Grid

Published February 12, 2018 by helentastic67

Off the Grid

Off the Grid

Today is Saturday and it’s a day I let myself go ‘off grid’. It’s a way to survive, I’ve broken so many of my own rules today.

  1. I turned on my mobile phone.
  2. I put on a bra (not really).
  3. I left the house.

I walked ten minutes to the tram and caught the tram to the city. (it takes thirty minutes) Had about four conversations by the time I got to the city. WENT TO MY FIRST EVER RALLY.

Taxi rally

It was a Taxi rally, or a rally for Taxi drivers to be paid appropriately for their Taxi licences. Oh Yeah!

  1. I checked emails.

Emails feel like work, without the luxury of sitting at a desk in an office.

These days, I maintain two emails. One for personal “stuff” and the second for blogs. (The ones I follow and the one’s that follow me.)

Emails need to start only taking four hours or less a day. This is why even when I’m on a tram between appointments, I’ll cull emails.

Multitasking, Multitasking, Multitasking.

Multitasking

I should mention the Pedometer on my phone normally tells me I collected twenty-six steps, which must have been from midnight and 2am when I take my phone to bed to charge.

Today, 2,810 steps and I don’t carry my phone on my person, so all the steps I did doing laundry, chores and baking after getting home.

Pedometer

Think I’m going off-grid tomorrow instead. Going to be sore tomorrow. Yeah you are….

Nearly thirteen years ago, I was doing a job that apparently required a certificate IV in work place training and assessment. While I had been and admin assistant, I did the work of a TPO (Training Placement Officer).

Admin assistant

I had twice attempted the course while I was in the role, but while I passed the practical I hadn’t had time to do the written.

After three years in the role, I was seriously shafted. Bullied by other staff who were incompetent and just didn’t want to do their job. Turns out putting your head down and getting on with the actual ‘work’ didn’t prove enough that you weren’t the problem.

Office work

In HR terms, I was the easier person to get rid of and worst of all, I was dumped out into the market place at a time no one in the industry was employing, because contracts were up for renewal. I managed to score a job with a TAFE with their work for the Dole area and they had me ‘Culling files’. The staff running around the office like chooks with their heads cut off and I could tell they were struggling however, they didn’t trust my knowledge of the contract. (How their business operated) so they wouldn’t give me any responsibility. They kept me as a casual until they knew what ongoing contracts they had.

I had to interview for a position back in the region I had spent three years working for the first orgainisation and I could manage the clientele very well.

Client management

The clients were all ages and the bulk of my workload was the “You don’t understand! I’ve been a student for the last fifteen years, I need to take a year off.”

Yeah! Damn eighteen-year old’s who think High School was going to be enough to set them straight. Never fear, I had a few clients that were the complete opposite, remembered not by name, but by the black Doc Martin boots she wore with purple laces.

Doc Martens

She had, had a job getting up at 4amworking with horses. She would do a job again with that kind of start time. That job gave me a half a day of conflict resolution training by someone who trained people at Quantico in the States.

There were some clients in that region when they left the office, we would sigh with relief, clean up the destruction they left in their wake and mutter to each other “That one! Clocktower with a rifle! Next week!”

Bad clients

Slight exaggeration, but still. The sentiment was not far off.

I made a little fib about ‘having’ my Cert IV for that job! They put me in an office without net, that was not fully set up. No networked computers. I had dial-up internet and I was on ‘graphics-heavy software’ and I was often the ‘Helpdesk’ over the phone to untrained staff at another office.

To make my point, everything was slow. My printer was also a fax machine and my phone.

For safety purposes, I should not have ever opened the door for anyone. I did for clients and I had to hope for the best obviously. More experienced staff who never came to my office rang for contacts I had maintained from my previous work.

Safety reasons

Once they had my knowledge and expertise, they got rid of me. Sorry, that was so long and painful, however trust me, that was the short version.

Termination

Next, stay tuned for a lesson on how to correctly wash dishes… No really.

how to do dishes

Hot off the Press – 18th December 2017

Published December 18, 2017 by helentastic67

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Hot off the Press

Monday, off to the city to get shrunk! Ok, I see my psychologist, but it sounds more entertaining to use the other term. I’ve been seeing her for years and still not fixed!

We all know, good mental health is about maintenance. There is no fixing it. It’s ongoing,
scored a great book for free, just because I asked about it. I was informed they couldn’t sell it. So, I was gifted it.

T world

Had a few brief stops to gather more goodies for a parcel I’m sending to Texas, to a blogger friend.
Medicine while getting shrunk! My comic shop, much catching up to do. Tram home and my bag was so heavy I was co pulled to weigh it five kilograms! I don’t understand how I don’t have a fully blown second disc-bulge. Have some symptoms of anxiety and no idea why. Since, I live with a level of anxiety all the time, I just don’t know what I can do to alleviate these symptoms.

Bulging discx

Tuesday, a quiet day at home massage, followed by a kip! Some admin and phone calls and then caught up on some TV.

I hope you saw my Wednesday foodie post? Ended the day with more medicine before my last appointment and this thing…

Chocolate thingy

Made it home and found my carer didn’t take the full bucket of water in the kitchen sink out to water the plants on my balcony. So, I had to, in stages. It was 40 degrees in the shade today and my first hot chocolate Calla Lilly has arrived. So, after watering the plants I had a kip for about an hour, but I just couldn’t make it. After my kip I smashed through all the rest of my chores and admin. Ironically, a friend said a while ago while we were discussing Banksie/life/the universe “back when Banksie was living with him!” What! He told me he went by a different name, let’s say “Fred!”  because it’s been a while. It’s a very small world!
Banksie

Thursday, finally got my shed put up in the car park and funded by the NDIA. So, it has power and get back out on the road. Well, the footpath……..but still. I went up and down so many times to take the handyman down to B1, and collect the woman with the agreement for me to sign. Then had to go let my carer Sana in so we could do some prep work for my bread and butter pudding. Sana arrived in time to help relocate some gardening and cat supplies to the shed, clearing the last of the thing from my balcony and the main bathroom. Things can actually settle now. Thankfully.
Hellonwheels rides again!

Rides again

Friday! Please let this week be over! Have had a little migraine niggling behind my left eye the last two days. Finally got a commitment from mum for the days I would go up to her house for Christmas and when I would come home. Mum has to drive Three and a half hours each way. So, I could finally contact the three service providers to put my services on hold. By the end of the day, I already have to reinstate some of those services. Still trying to get everything done before Christmas! Snuck in a visit to Wilbur today. Bella has been hard to find. But Wilbur is usually sleeping, quite contented on the counter.

Wilbur

The bread and butter pudding has already started going out the door.

It’s already Saturday and I’m not yet off-grid. Not happy! Must quit! Actually, had my phone on over the weekend, but on silent. Megi, my old neighbour visited, and bought presents. Now I have to find someone to re-gift chocolates to. I did the sleep/eat/TV weekend. Very happy I didn’t attempt to do anything more.

Saturday

Starting the week with a rib out and it’s one that will not tickle when my Chiro puts it back in on Wednesday. Counting down to Christmas and going home. There are two fur-kids there of the cat variety. I will share some pictures for Christmas, it I might take a break from my Hot off the Press Monday posts so I can burn off some of my handwritten older posts. Feel free to offer constructive feedback. Definitely hit me with a Like. Have a great week!
Cheers,
H

New week

Hot off the Press – 18th September 2017

Published September 18, 2017 by helentastic67

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Hot off the Press

And another week begins.
Monday morning and my friend Phillip was gone before 5am! Not envying him at all. My day started at 9am, while I walked to the tram and again racked up 1,000 steps to get to the tram I paid for it.
Who knows what you get when you over work muscles that have been dormant and unused for the weekend? Yes, that’s correct my thigh muscles were on fire! Itchy!

Monday

While I didn’t get out until about midday I got to Osteo and was tortured (my carpel tunnel) and I was given a lift home by 6pm making it feel like I’d been out all day!

Tuesday, cold and wet so as my carer arrived on time I committed to going to my one appointment. Caught a taxi and had a great massage with the milo/Remedial student from RMIT. She even suggested I might have a little something called Thoracic Outlet Syndrome. Like I need to have another thing on my list, but if it’s an answer to anything I’m adding it to my list to discuss with my GP. Did just over 2,000 steps today and was struggling to stay awake past 8.30pm. But never fear, crawled into bed at 1.30am Wednesday morning. Don’t tell Ms Jillian.

Tuesday

Wednesday, did not want to get up! (No idea why…….shaddup!) more cold and wet today but it wasn’t raining when I had to get out so smashed out 1,000 steps just to get to the tram. Encountered an old Greek lady on the tram. Was out-Nona’ed by the Greek Nona. FYI: if you are unsure, a Nona is an Italian grandmother however I don’t know what the name for a Greek grandmother is)
Standard Wednesday foodie post……Meh! Paid some bills.

Wednesday

Standard Punchy/shabby day and as predicted my Chiro did tell me I looked tired. Had a laugh about the Greek Nona. The woman had rearranged the colour of my jacket and had been touching my purse inside the side of my bag. (She was attempting to fold it over to have it be safer and less at risk of theft) ironic she didn’t have any appreciation of my body-space and that she was in it. My Chiro has Greek ancestry her parents having migrated from there back in the 40’s or 50’s. Same era as my father from Italy. Managed 3,000 steps today, but promise to make up for that excessiveness tomorrow when I don’t leave the house.

Greek YiaYia

The highlights of Thursday were the other lovely Fijian carer I’ve had a few times now in recent months. An afternoon kip that was ruined by the doorbell at 4.30pm that when I went to see who was there, there was no one! Managed to pull the rest of the day together and after a chat on messenger with my Texan friend got into the kitchen to smash out dinner. Roasted veggies, including beetroot and some frozen peas, with a Chicken Kiev.

Thursday

Friday morning another rude awakening at 3.33AM, by the doorbell. I had only gone to sleep at 2am making me one very grumpy girl. Who the bloody hell does that? I didn’t get up so I don’t know if it was my doorbell or Unit 2 (we share a roof cavity as my Wog landlords built cheap and not to legal safety requirements) so I often hear their doorbell.

Friday

Friday resumed after only a few more hours sleep around 9am and after my afternoon carer, I smashed out a few more hours in the kitchen. A chicken soup bottled, yummy dinner and a serious effort with the bench top dishwasher so my Saturday carer doesn’t go out on stress leave from the remaining dishes needing her attention and another late night on the couch catching up on admin and emails before another lazy off-grid Saturday!

Ah, received some interesting mail today. Really want to chant “Yes! Yes! Yes!” But if you are not in OZ you do not know of the political debate about how to best waste, oops, sorry. Spend tax payer’s money to decide if same-sex marriage should be made legal here?

Same sex Marriage
Now, I’m a single bitter barren spinster (ok, not bitter) and I’m voting Yes! I want my gay friends to be able to marry if they want. This postal vote won’t even be legal! Even I’m surprised how backward we are on this topic!

Perfectly lazy weekend. Even did a little mindfulness colouring.

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Keep in mind I’ve only got half the eyesight in each eye so do not enlarge!

Previous weeks efforts…….

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Single girl date night passed again binging TV………..I’ll mention only note-worthy shows. Some help me pass the time. You will always be able to tell the difference. Three more comics this week.
Had a big flashback this week of accessible bandaids…. I know. Weird Segway, however I’ve badly injured a fingernail on my left hand and as I can’t feel it I don’t know how much damage I’ve done. So, I’ve been sporting a bandaid as protection. Even my carers are struggling to open the packaging.

Band aid 1
Remember those days of Johnson and Johnson bandaids with the little red string across the top and down the side? Now bandaids are childproof and adultproof! I just want to perform a little first aid………..
And spring has finally sprung in my front Yard! this is the view from my bedroom window.

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Lastly, Sunday night into the kitchen to smash out a pasta bake for someone newly out of hospital after her second disc bulge surgery. All while singlehandedly making my own dinner. A pretty decent pork and diet mince hamburger patty with lettuce, beetroot and mayo on a wholemeal bun.
Meanwhile there are people in Florida without power or a roof over their heads. Sending good thought to you all. Two world leaders playing a simple game of mine is bigger than yours and they need to stop. It’s not a game! Please stop!
To a peaceful week and less stress on the Homefront.
Cheers,
H

Great week

When does it end?

Published June 2, 2017 by helentastic67

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When Does It End?

The week is over, it’s done, yet why am I not in bed asleep?

staying-up

I just finished edits to upcoming posts and quit doing emails and it’s 1am. Making me think this post should be called 1am.

Grumpy cat

My mind is still buzzing and I’m in need to ‘single-task’ so I can wind down.

Single task

It will be done.

Saturday, bring it on…

Saturday

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