First things first … hasn’t time flown? So I’m guessing relativity doesn’t work the way I thought it did – you know, where fun times fly and rubbish times drag on forever until your eyes bleed and you’re crushed from the sheer weight of the crud .
When last I shared my thoughts I’d just lost Cory, puppycat extraordinaire and master of sleeping through really cool law lectures. I can’t believe how tough it was getting through the first couple of weeks, I’d planned on getting my mining law assessments finished before the new semester started but I literally couldn’t find words … unbelievable. I mean I like to think I’m a really practical person and let’s face it, as far as longevity goes Cory did pretty good so while his passing was a little bit unexpected it wasn’t really unexpected in the greater scheme of things. So the first couple of weeks of the semester were tough because words and I were not friends.
I definitely thought things couldn’t get worse and I started working out how to get through what looked like a really overwhelming semester – 4 units with a big workload, including the research paper which needs 8000 words of wisdom on the law. (I won’t bore you with the topic but I will give you one guess what I’m writing about bahahahaha ). With a slow heartbroken start to the semester I had a wee bit of panic set in. What if I mope the whole semester and really blow it? I mean it can happen, it’s been a rough trot for the last decade or so …. oh who am I kidding? Every week I can say, at least once, it’s been a crap day in a crap week in a crap year in a crap decade in a crap life. I often wonder what the hell I did in my last reincarnation for Karma to follow me around with a crap bucket all the time just waiting for me to get comfortable in my shoes before tipping the mega bucket on top of me.
Thank God I know that I am prone to exaggeration and I manage to remind myself that there are indeed people with real problems … and as I was once one of them and managed to survive with my sanity (almost) intact I know better than to sweat the small stuff.
Then the shit hit the fan … and yes, I’m pretty sure if this had been actual shit hitting an actual fan it would have been better, mostly because that would have been a hell of a story to tell – much better than the metaphorical shit hitting that metaphorical fan which has been hell to live through. And all of this shit didn’t actually happen to me but affected those nearest and dearest and I’ve felt crushed for them, and worried about them and been there for them (and on this one I feel really guilty because I really didn’t have the time to be there more for them because ^ overwhelming study load ). I did my best, but am pretty sure that my best wasn’t good enough …. and this semester is the first one where I have turned to my studies for stress relief – usually it’s study causing the majority of my stress .
It started off gently enough … first the news from hubby’s work that they too were cutting wages and changing things around (some of this had my lawyer senses going off because what they were suggesting was simply not done … end of story, no biggie, hopefully sorted sans going off locked and loaded) it’s a crap deal but we’d been expecting it. While not helpful we at least have the capacity to adjust stuff so it’s doable. But sheesh, part of the deal involves hubby maybe being unemployed and that, dear friends, is a problem. All we needed at this stage was a few months for me to finish my degree, do the practicing certificate stuffs and get a job …. so far so good – no clue what’s happening but it’s okay. Just a wee bit of stress … just a little bit of uncertainty … we got this
Then, about a week later I got a call from hubby one morning telling me he was being sent home from work as he had a problem with his foot and for the usual reasons he had to see his doctor to get a medical clearance before going back on site. So there’s a bit of stress wondering WTF is wrong with him but hey, he’s mobile, so pretty sure it’s nothing much. There was a bit of a hiccup when I had to leave the live lecture to take him to the doctors but that wasn’t a huge problem (they are recorded so catching up isn’t hard). And yes, no problem, he had a couple of days off work and that was sorted.
In another lecture I got a text from my daughter in law asking if it was okay to talk; her news was unexpected and sad. I’d met her mum just before the wedding and knew she was going to have an operation when she got back home; there were complications and sadly she went into a coma – my daughter in law then flew to Queensland. I wouldn’t wish the next two months on anyone as my daughter in law had to deal with not only the emotional fall-out of her mother’s condition but getting to know what had been happening with her mother’s health for a long time. They were really close and Skyped every day, so it was an emotional roller coaster for K to come to grips with all the things her mother had never told her. When she flew over she clung to hope, this was a problem but her mum would recover, things would get back to normal. Then she spent the next 8 odd weeks away from her new husband trying to come to grips with the fact that her mum would never come out of the coma, and if, by some miracle, she did she would not be the same woman, and with the damage done she would not live more than a year …. It was a lousy deal all round.
During this time a couple of my friends also passed, and a couple of friends lost their loved ones. Another friend had a really hard time at work and ended up losing his job. This has put life into perspective. When hubby walked away from an accident that could have killed him I knew our guardian angels were still around working overtime …
As if all of this wasn’t enough to turn me into an emotional puddle … I’m also currently looking after my sister’s dog while she’s swanning around Europe … he’s a rescue dog and has anxiety – this makes for a great time – trust me. I made a meme ….
… and yes, we were literally gone 20 minutes and came home to this , although my sister suggested taking the dog to the vet to get him some valium (a bit stronger than the medication he’s on) we just changed a couple of things and he seems much happier. He’s still pretty disruptive to ye olde routine but at least that keeps my mind off other things (and is a great reminder why I shouldn’t get a replacement pet at this stage ).
And school holidays have started … and they finish when a couple of my big assessments are due. The reason I mention it is because this means banshee child next door will spend many hours practicing her high pitched (pointless) screaming – pointless because she’s usually alone and just screams at nothing in particular – although her mother is usually practicing the drums during this time so maybe that’s why she screams … I know it makes me want to scream . You know it’s bad when even their dog howls in distress (seriously, I kid you not, the dog howls – it’s a cacophony that has to be heard to be believed). I’ve taken to getting up at 4 in the morning trying to escape the worst of the noise and study in peace. And yes, I have tried noise cancelling headphones … maybe I should have invested in a super, duper expensive set because these don’t work (actually they make me painfully aware of my mild tinnitus but maybe a better set will help?).
On a bright note I managed to get all the assessments to editing stage as per original plan – even the research paper where the focus was changed in week 3 (joy) and I’m about to tweak the focus again (double joy) because I think, for impact, the main discussion needs to be about the rule of law. I have 3 weeks to tweak … wish me luck.
And finally, yesterday I had a job interview for a graduate position in the country. It was an interesting experience and I ended up just being me. I probably should have hidden the real me for a little bit? But hey, if you can’t have a sense of humour when the job you’re applying for by default means making sure you keep the pressure off your clients – and keep ‘em safe from legal strife by doing your job properly, then you’re going to have a sad time methinks … right? (please agree with me ). The reason I went with just being me is that right from the outset it was made clear that they were hesitant to give me the position because as they said the pay’s shit and the conditions bad, and renting (in the country town) is an expensive proposition when you’re on the minimum wage. They were nice enough to point out that I’m over-qualified and should get myself a better job where I am; please note that I was overjoyed to be told I have an impressive CV. I came up with Plan B from the moment I thought I could do this lawyering lark … and funnily enough they suggested Plan B (I’m taking this as meaning Plan B was a great plan and should have been Plan A from the beginning LOL).
Oh and I have applied for early declaration of suitability to make sure I can actually get admitted to practice – it would be a shame to do the PLT/GDLP only to be told I’m so not decent enough … but again, no pressure at all, it wasn’t hard to do a Statutory Declaration and confess I’ve not been all glowing and positive about the law on this lil blog (sigh … honesty is a curse, yes? ).
Then there’s a couple of other things which I have discussed on the blog (from memory) and with the WA Legal Profession Complaints Committee (definitely) but I didn’t talk to my friends about it while our case was happening … so I’ve been oversharing but keeping things secret which sounds really stupid when you put it like that haha. But I had to have a couple of character references to go with the application and I wanted to tell the people (giving the references) in person about what I was confessing to in the Stat Dec since I hadn’t discussed it with them before. They have to say they know about the ‘thing’ I’m admitting to having done and if I haven’t told them then that’s a bad thing … and I don’t do bad that good so ……… oh God that sounds so convoluted hahaha – sorry to make you read that, but it has been worrying me because to me it’s such a big, big thing and it brought the worst aspects of our case back to the fore … which sucks but at least I know I’ve almost recovered from the ordeal – and this should give others hope at least . And the mysterious ‘thing’ is I believe I lied, and I hate lying, and other than social lies I tend to not do it (why yes, I really am 21, since you ask) … so there, oversharing continues but dem’s the breaks .
… and that’s you all caught up with what’s been happening in my world. I’ve been busy, stressed, blessed and doing my best to go with the flow. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? I’m still making plans and hopefully some of those will come off spectacularly well … I’m just glad I’m still here to watch the world go by and I intend to shake the living shit out of life while I still can.
Have a great day, hope life hasn’t sucked the joy out of you, will hopefully not leave it so long to give you the next riveting update. Hopefully I will find the time to write about the Royal Commission into banking kerfuffle … that has been an epic thingy for a while now, and you’d think I’d be all over it on here. I will get back into the fray shortly – with all guns blazing I imagine … we’ll see.
In the meantime, take care out there in banksterland
Love Lady Rosie