A listy list because I can…

29 01 2009

1. I am… thankful, busy as fuck, and alive.

2. I think… I can’t wait for the weekend. Weddings (not mine), home movings (not mine) and relax-time (mine)

3. I’m singing…nest – bhora. i have no idea why. it’s been stuck in my head for two days.

4. I’m sighing at…my itunes. which has gone belly up and refuses to do anything but stare at me and say “screw you, I shall not play any more ABBA to keep your spirits up chick”

5. I’m concerned about…people who steal. People who steal from good people. Really good people, who give and care. And then they get fucked right over. You, you person I trusted and loved and gave everything I could to, you disgust me. You wittled my faith and took away something very, very precious to someone I care about like family. Quite frankly, fuck you.

6. I love…my daughter, my sent-straight-out-of-heaven friends, my insane-crazy family.

7. I want…another chocolate brownie. (hehe, thank you Sue)

8. I wish for…there to just be an ounce more fairness in the world. Just an ounce would go a far way.

9. I’m getting over…virgin flipping mobile. Refund me, you bunch of incompetents.

10. I’m learning…to forgive you for once again, neglecting to realise what that means.  I can’t always expect you to know, when you really had no desire to do so, and still don’t really. I don’t think you ever really will, and really ever have.

11. I’m listening…to some sweet ass silence in the office for a change.

12. I’m headed for…my login page to get some work done.

Later, peeps.

(yes, thats a 12, and gluggie, well, you know what I’m gonna say :P )





Always, Always

29 01 2009

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Always, always. The light in the dark and the kiss at the end of my day.





gratitude

28 01 2009

thank you.

you know why.





thankful for (with private jokes in between)

23 01 2009

1. my job. it gets horribly busy and awful and i feel laden up sometimes. But, I love it. You know this.

2. most of all i love the people i work with. okay, some of them. you already know who they are.

3. my home. as chaotic and crazy as it gets. without rules, it is seamless. yeah, we draw on the walls. so what? that’s what handy andy is made for!

(ed’s note – well, some people think that… :P ).

4. good, good friends. who get excited with me over little things and laugh without boundary.

(ed’s note – i’m just saying: “take two tins…” hahaha)

5. life lessons. like “never assume that the person on whom you’re about to waste your insurance excess is, in fact, the right person.

(ed’s note – yes, please call first and confirm … hahaha)

6. being woken up by my daughter who, with her finger in one of my eyes says “mommy, you look beautiful sleeping”

7. knowing that you exist. just knowing that you exist.

those are my seven for today.





Still I Rise

21 01 2009

For days when you feel beaten. For days when you think you cannot go on. For days where you feel futile. And for days where you feel gone.

Whilst you may think me weird for posting this, because it’s obvious context is not entirely applicable to me, it resonates so much more than it’s context.

I hope, one day, my daughter reads this on a day she needs it most.

And rises.

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust,
I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise I’m a black ocean,
leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.





then again…

19 01 2009

heartbreaking.

i’ve had a lot of that type of news from people today.

i raise my cup of tea to them today.

no, my heart is not broken (“does cath actually have one?”, should be your question…)

but, the sticky tonguedness and weird static that surrounds heartbreak seems to be in the air.

so, for you, my friend, i hand you one cigarette and a lighter and we’ll pretend this never happened. i’ll even let you make fun of my feet. i’m sorry your heart is breaking. even when you thought it would not.

and, for you, someone more family to me than alot of you have ever noticed. i know she was the girl of your dreams. maybe, sometimes, dreams are better kept that way. the hardest part is to watch it die. so, don’t feel wrong to close your eyes through this.

and, for you. for you, i have  nothing but pictures and photos for you to pore over. i know you do, click by click, slowly against the tide. i can’t bring anyone home for you, but i sure am here for you when you pine.

as someone quite special said to me once…(and i’ve said it to someone quite recently too…)

Cry. Cry until your eyes won’t run any more.
Scream. Scream until your voice falters and does not cooperate.
Be sad. Be sad until your feeling is ended.
Write. Write until your hand falls off.
Loathe. Loathe until you feel numb from it all.
Go robotic. Go robotic until your auto-pilot clocks out and Mission Control has to take over.
Feel. Feel everything right the way through until it’s as thin as rice paper.
Do not apologise for any of it.

But, don’t. Don’t let it get the better of you.





QOTD

19 01 2009

Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new

Albert Einstein.





random sotd.

17 01 2009

both sides, now – joni mitchell

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now

From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way

But now it’s just another show
You leave ‘em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away

I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It’s love’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say “I love you” right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I’ve looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed
Well something’s lost, but something’s gained
In living every day

I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all
I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all





Yes, but, Cath, when will you get a real job?

16 01 2009

Before I begin. Before I begin I want to thank four people. There are a million other people beyond this blogpost and planet that I am thankful for, but these four people in the space of three days, have asked me a simple question, and for the first time, I am able to answer it. Properly. For myself.

Maybe it has something to do with perspective, maybe it has something to do with “all that fresh air”. Maybe I’m just lucky to be surrounded by inspirational people. The simple question they asked me was: “but, Cath, what do you really do?” My gratitude overwhelms me. Those four people are:

  • My eternal support and number one cheerleader. He believes in me when I cannot go on, and he is the first to applaud when I get it right;
  • My friend and hugely well-named confidante;
  • A friend on a dark day when I didn’t think I wanted to carry on and;
  • The most synchronistic compadre of all time.

Thank you, you lot. You already know who you are.

Without you, I wouldn’t have the perspective I have this afternoon, sitting on my balcony, watching the sea and typing this. Before I continue, however, this is not some cheapshot touchy-feely-catch-you-unsuspecting advert for what I do to put food on the table and make a little difference.

This isn’t about promotion and it’s not about ego. It’s just that, for the first time, I can see, for myself, what I do and how it lives and breathes beyond my monitor. I always believed it was there. I just never knew the dream had a face, feet and thought I was doing a good job.

My job title? Information Technology and Quality Assurance Manager. If you think sounds like a lot, you’d think correctly. But, seriously, folks, you don’t want to hear my Director’s scope. And, if you think about it, somebody working on the streets picking up rubbish could have the title “Chief Crap Fixer”. You wouldn’t want that job, would you? Didn’t think so. Sounds like a lot, doesn’t it? Yep, I thought you’d agree.

So, titles out of the way. What does that mean? Information Technology. I’m the girl who fixes the printers and makes sure you get your forwarded joke of the day that got sent to forty people before you. I’m the girl that makes sure our website is updated and working and improved to make your experience with it more user-friendly. I’m the girl who virus scans your memory stick when it picked up a virus from your uncle’s Windows 98 machine that runs Solitaire and he still thinks he prefers playing it by hand. I’m the girl who worries at 2am if that proposal really did go through and pings mail servers in Austria, just to be sure.

I’m the girl who learns all the time. Who wants to learn all the time. About new things and how they can help. About new technologies, new ideas, new gadgets to play with that will somehow help someone. Somehow change somebody’s world. That sounds so egotistical to say, but it’s not.

Think about it. I don’t think about changing the world, all it’s continents and politics and plane crashes. I’m thinking about how the man who just found out his wife is dying and he doesn’t know what to do. I’m thinking about the child who has no mommy or daddy and nobody to talk to. I’m thinking about the Director of a company, sitting in his luxury vehicle, crying, because he did something stupid on a business trip and can’t figure out how to fix it. I’m thinking about a little girl sitting on the side of a road, with nowhere to go to feel safe. I’m thinking about how technology can help those people.

So when you see me get excited about the possibility of something…it’s probably not because it can play me a video in high resolution, it’s probably because I’m thinking about that girl and how it can help her. I’m thinking about how someone who seems to have nothing, can have everything they could possibly need, with our help.

Quality Assurance. You see, we run this database. It’s not designed to sit there and hold information. It’s designed to help people. It was not created for the sake of us to look at it and say: Oh look, it just made a beeping noise and flashed it’s little red light at us. It’s designed to help someone who does not know where to begin. That database holds information on over eight thousand (yes, eight thousand) people and places that can help someone in need.

And, my friends, it does not just sit there. It grows every day, faster than flowers in spring, and you can touch it or look at it in just about any way you want to nowadays. You can read it, you can hear it, you can touch it, Most of all, you can use it to help. To help you, or help anyone that you think needs it. We do it to help one person connect the dot on the map from themselves to someone who knows what to do. We do it to enable that little girl to ask a question. We do it to allow someone who does not feel anything but confusion to get a little clearer on what to do next. I could go into doing my advertising talk, but I won’t. You can read it here.

Quality Assurance, then, Cath? What’s that about? Well, information is only useful if it’s good. Information is only useful when it helps someone.

One thing that I do to make sure that information is useful, is read it, verify it and make sure it answers one simple question: Does it help? Does it help that Director and does it help that little girl? If my answer is yes on both counts, then it stays and we use it and make it accessible to people who need it.

So many times, over so many years, people have raised their eyebrows at me. They’ve asked me the same question: why do you do what you do?

And my all-time favourite: but that’s not a real job. When are you going to grow up, stop trying to save the world and get a real job?

Well, my answer is simple. My answer is… My answer is…Never.

Your cubicles may hold your egos in safe places, but I don’t care about mine. You can tell me I’m wrong and I’ll take it.

Your lunch breaks with clients may fill your belly and help you close that mammoth deal. But I’d rather have my sandwich and listen to someone’s story of their day.

Your investments and shares could help you build your twelve-bedroomed mansion. But I love my home and don’t want yours, thanks.

Your dreams of being the king of the world are not mine.

I don’t want to be king.

I want to be me.

And if I can help just one other person be themselves, and whatever that means to them, then I have changed their world.

And that is enough for me.





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