We Are Travellers

Standing in the platform, waiting for my train, slowly sipping my takeaway cappuccino to warm and wake me up. The hot shower just jolts me to a new day, but it's the coffee that boost me or it should.  I watched my fellow commuters filling up the platform.  I am traveling to another state to get away and to visit a friend to cheer her up, she had an unfortunate accident trying to break the fight between her two male dogs, they have savaged both of her hands.  Or maybe it's just the excuse I needed to get away.  I wanted to go home to my homeland but let's not go there.

I settled in a corner by the window and the carriage was filling up fast with commuters, some weary some bleary and some are perky.  Then the warmth of the coffee and the cosiness of the corner made me snoozed a bit.

Finally the announcement blared that the next stop is the Central Station.  I gathered my luggage and my shoulder bag,  as I wearily stumbled onto the platform, retracting the bags handle I tank god for whoever invent the wheeled luggages.  

Customer Service

You have an appointment at 12pm you arrived on time and made them aware of your presence.  You understand that the officer that arranged the appointment is caught up with another customer.  So you walk around and inspect their displays and stood around a bit more.

You saw 4 others inside the office just chain wagging not doing anything.   Then you stood some more for about 20 minutes then sit your car for about 10 then decided to just drive off.

All up you were waiting 30 minutes,  then 10 minutes after you get home you get a call would you go back?  I didn't go back, to start with somebody else in the household drive off in my car.  Maybe another day I might go back if I get desperate for their goods.  But I doubt it I've seen better and better customer service that won't ignore you for 30 minutes.  Then another call after , offering to drop the goods in my house to test it? Hmmmm ... I said thanks, but no thanks, it has already dampen my enthusiasm.

Now I know how our customers feel.

We better work on our customer service. Because, the most important person in our business are the Customers.  After all without them we won't have a business .

Hobby vs Business

It's none of your hobby I mean business , I feel like saying to madam no 2.  

I was talking to her about starting a small hobby that involves fashion and girly things.  I consider myself a simple woman, I stick to safe and classic styles. And I can live in jeans, cardis and heels and a good cut jacket is a must.   But I like collecting fashion for other women.

I get so excited choosing stuff for my friends and most of them like what I choose for them.  One friend said I got a good eye for detail.  Then I putt thinking cap on and thought ,  I'll start a hobby of buying stuff for my friends for a little profit.

Anyway, back to my conversation with madam* she insisted I should get an ABN .  I explained to her, no I don't as its only a hobby at this stage.  And I'm not conducting it in a business manner yet.

They say I Do!

Wedding is always a joyous occasion. Two people in love say their vows and seal their love. To honor, love and obey, 'til death do them part.

Yesterday I attended a beautiful wedding by the cliff. The bride was my girls's
best childhood friend. Her mum and I were pregnant together. Anyway the wedding went through without a hitch. The weather was perfect, just a gentle breeze from the ocean. The woods provided a shade to otherwise scorching afternoon. Everybody looked beautiful especially the beaming bride.

The wedding was originally to take place at an old cathedral and the venue was suppose to be at a historic army barracks the same venue as my friend's wedding last year, I was a bridesmaid at.

But the young couple decided to save money and went low key. So, they settled for the cliff wedding and reception venue by the beach at the surf club. And they just invited the closest friends and family on both sides. It was a good move they saved at least about $10k that way. It can go towards a deposit to a home of their own...very practical.

Simple can be very wholesome and very beautiful.

It's a splurge of practicality and lots of Love and warmth. Congratulations to Bree and Luke, the newly married couple .

Bags and relationships.

I have a love hate relationships with bags. I had them big, small and medium. I'm sensible and don't spend a lot of my hard earn money on these items. The big ones just swallows everything. I'm forever rummaging for my keys, and things inside it. It seems to swallow stuff. The smaller bags...just not enough space. Anyway my girlies bought me a Guess bag for Christmas . And guess what? I hate it now .  The love is gone. I want to get another one. My real relationships are much stabler than that of my bags though.

Lots of ladies buy second hand bags.  I'm not sure about pre-loved bags.  I tend to question what happened to the previous owner. They say a bad owner leaves bad energy on any of their properties. why I'm hesitant to buy second hand. We just don't know the energy of the previous owners. But how about a bad bag that ruined it's owner?

There was this bag I've grown fond of. It keep saying choose me I choose you. I was ready I thought, then I pondered over the previous owner, why it didn't worked for them? Is it the compartments? Then after a short while of inspecting it and revisiting it at the shop, it clicked on me, the zip keep trapping me. Then I went home check my cupboard, and found I still have my old bag, over the years, still work and hold things in properly, the zip doesn't bite my hand. It's a bit worn but it's okay. The question is should I get a new bag or keep this one?

I did have a brand new bag, it was perfect, I loved it and it seemed to love me back, but I lost it, somebody else owns it now. But like they say, if you love the bag set it free. If it comes back it's yours, but we know the bag will not come back the current owner would not let it go that's for sure. I just hope she didn't ruin the zipper.

There's another type of bag that I hate it's under my eyes.

The cat's in the bag too? Which bag?

Space

We need space for everything. In a vacant space we can put a house in it. Inside the house there's space. Then we fill it up with furniture, appropriately placed for it's purpose according to the room it's filling in. We also need some empty space to move around. I particularly like my empty floor , I like the feel of it under my bare feet.

Inside us we also have space. I focus more on my heart space and even more so in my head space. I have to declutter
both. I have let too many occupants there over the years. And much like a house space I have to de clutter. It's essential for self-preservation .

Lost and Loved

I always believe in second chances.

There he was, sitting all alone and lost, helpless, hopeless and unloved. I was looking, checking and then our eyes meet.
I decided to take him home. There in the passenger seat not making any noise just surrendering to me.   He was bewildered .  All I could do is just channel some love and reassurance that everything will be okay.

I fed him and made him comfortable in his new home. Then my girls walked in, duet of, how dare you not even consult us if you could bring this thing home?  Look at it, all scraggly and dirty and looks wild and unkempt. I replied I know I made the right decision. In time you'll learn to love him and with proper care he will flourish and be healthy and happy.  How could you love such a thing? clone number one asked. I replied, its easy. just open your heart.

That was over six months ago.   Now he has grown healthy with lush feathers, beautiful colorful tail and crown to match all perched up there. He's one spunky cockatiel and likes looking at himself in the mirror.

Everything do thrive with love and care.  Come to think of it my girls was gonna release him into the wild, because he looked different. He would not have survived.  I lectured my girls about, looking deeper and searching within our hearts, not just taking things at face value.  I hope they learnt the lesson. 

Give everybody a chance, love them, look after the lost, give them something to perch on.

Now what to call our spunky one.

I'm an X with two Ys

I'm talking about generation . I belong to X generation. born between early 1960's to 1980's . And I have given birth to double YYs, the generation age from 18 to 32. Also as in why they don't listen, why they just want to party all the time. Why are they pushy and impatient. Why they think they rule the turf, which by the way they treat the place like a hotel. You know housekeeping,is the hotel's responsibilities.

And an incident the other night where one of the Ys need to move her car as I need
to get out my car of the garage, I could have moved it myself if I knew where the keys were. I called out from downstairs requesting her to move the car, but no reply so I went upstairs and started calling with urgency. To which I was branded rude as she was starting to doze off, all those late nights partying has caught up with her.

I proceeded to my short trip for an errand and I had texts of complaints for my action. To which, I replied with parental authority. It escalated to heated argument back and forth to which I did not bow down to. I was accused of not a supportive parent, which I replied along the lines of , is free rent, free run of the joint, free car repayments, laundry food etc etc ...not a support? I have 5 replied to her one text. I closed it with I'm the parent and the matron of the joint and she should show respect. And I think she replied something like ha! And I left it at that. It was getting late. At least we were not screaming at each other. And we didn't disturb the neighbors, we did text fight. I don't have to be their friend in situation like this , I have up be a parent. When we meet again the next afternoon after work we kissed and made up and she knew she crossed the line.

But hey I consider myself a mixture of X
and Y