Today

I'm trying to upload a video for you all, it may take me a while but I'll try to get it up here.

BTW I really wish I had a job that was like just looking at Internet sites all day long and being paid lots for it. That would be so cool.

And I went to a Craft Fair in Brisbane, I have never felt so very alone or ignorant or young. I think I was the youngest person there outside of a stroller, and the only one who wasn't already in a craft club. But I brought a book, so that I can learn how to sew stuff and be really cool, like all the pensioners there. Yeah, I'm totally an old lade in disguise. And Lucy, you would have been drooling over the scrapbooking supplies that were there, in fact I'm pretty glad I went by myself so that I could move around at my own pace. it was pretty frickin crowded as well, and I didn't get the free sample bag that I wanted, only the first 1500 people got those, and apparently I wasn't one of those. It will be interesting to go to the women's convention in November.

Katina Note.

Customer Service

Today at work it was mentioned to me that customers DO NOT KNOW THEIR MANNERS, as I work in hospitality/service industry I thought that it may be helpful to add something to help these people who have lost their way (which really shouldn't be anyone reading this, because we've all been there).

1)Know what you want before you order.
2)Give appropriate money.
3) If there is something wrong with the meal, don't be a bitch/bastard about it, you will only further annoy people (both workers & other customers).
4) Don't piss off the check out person, because we remember the bad for far longer then the good, and sometimes we do retaliate. Maybe one day I'll even tell you all a few stories about what I've done : -P

This may seem like common sense but it is something that is severely lacking when people are out and about (I have enough sense to not blame this on generation). Anyway, I rock at my job (really I am like the BEST) but even I have started to develop this headache whenever I have to go at the front and serve people. I think it's because I have to pleasant 100% and act like I'm actually happy, which is weird because I mostly am but it is kinda tiring being in "Hostess" mode for longer then 4 hours, thank God I'm not an Air Hostess.

We've all had bad experiences, and unfortunately I've been working at KFC for over 4 years, so I've probably had more then my fair share when it comes to dealing with people.

Katina Note.

Favourite Websites

OK, so I thought that I'd do something fun and give a list of some of the websites I like and maybe talk about the cool things I see, now the sites I'm about to mention I look at, at least weekly, normally twice a week, so if they can retain my interest, I think they can do the same to yours.

Web Comics

http://www.reallifecomics.com/
http://www.megatokyo.com/
http://www.applegeeks.com/

Cool Hunting Sites

http://www.coolhunting.com/
http://www.thecoolhunter.com.au/
http://www.charlesandmarie.com/
http://www.joshspear.com/
http://www.yankodesign.com/

Random Sites

http://www.postsecret.com/
http://www.treehugger.com/

And I wanted to tell everybody that they should both A) Donate Blood and B) Get themselves onto the Bone Marrow Transplant List as they donate blood. I've done both, and it's not all that hard, and you get a free feed whenever you donate blood (I'm so tempted to go back weekly but you can't cause you're blood needs to replenish, that's how good the food is).

By the way, I really want a Mac Book Pro : -(

Katina Note

Facebook

OK, after a very long thought process that lasted for far longer then 24 hours, I have taken the plunge and joined Facebook (cue duh-duh-Duh music). Now I would like to relate a terrifying experience that occur ed last night while walking home from Uni.

It was a dark (around 6pm) and stormy (lightning, no rain) night as I left to go home and forage for food (I made a stir fry). As I walked lightning started to get seriously crazy and would actually light up the entire street that I was walking in. It was freaking scary. I started to remember all those stories about people that have been struck by lightning, and of course started to freak myself out. I even got so nervous that I was tempted to knock on someone's door so that I could wait out the storm (I know sad). But I persevered and kept walking but I was thinking maybe I should take my bra off as it has an underwire and could attract lighting. And then a bolt hit directly next to me in a park and the rain started to come down, my response was to kick the thongs off and gallop along home. Made it safely, although I may have hurt my foot on a bindi, and only looked like a drowned rat upon my entering of the door.

Moral of story - Don't make fun of our ancestors who were afraid of storms, they really are quite scary when your all alone in the dark.

Katina Note.

Trying to Do Pictures

By the way this is me, in South Korea, Seoul. I finally figured out how to add pictures ;-)

Hope it works.

Katina Note.

New News

OK, everybody, I have opened up the comment box to everyone, because you are all so lazy and can't be bothered registering or logging in (I'm kidding, you guys rock, especially Tricia (Mum), plus you guys have like asked me to (you can't say that I don't deliver). I only ask that you leave your name, none of the anon stuff & Emma if you do it I'll now it's you, because you just told me that you would publish as anon (no you're an idiot).

This has been a Katina Note :-)

Hi Mum!

Well, I think so far, it's going well, 3 weeks, 3 posts. Go MEeeee!

Anyway, I am so glad school holidays are over, finally work will go down to normal, instead of freaking crazy constant. At least I have a bit of extra money now. Does anyone else find it weird how work interrupts your life? I mean next week I really wanted to wonder around Brisbane and do some exploring maybe catch a Citycat, but now I can't because I have to go to work. I really don't think that I can be one of those people whose life is their work and vice versa.

I don't know if that's just immaturity or my streak of independence, but I have a life and things that I want to do. I want to travel, maybe study more, create companies and become cooler than Angelina Jolie, and I just don't think I could do that if I was working all the time. But knowing me, I'll probably change my tune, once the money starts coming in.

Now I'm changing the subject to the Internet social communities known as Myspace and Facebook. For the record I don't have one. And recently on one of my favourite web-comics (http://www.reallifecomics.com/), the artist was asking people to join his Facebook community, and I now kind of want to, but at the same time I hear horror stories of people who become these My/Face junkie and spend hours everyday, updating and editing (Tash). Or worse they're like Chantelle who never updates and only has one so she can spy on other people from High School (I'm kidding, really, her's is totally cool, probably I haven't actually seen it :P. Or they get to be the victims of Identity theft, like Lucy's Dad.

This blog is like my only thing and even then I maybe look at it weekly (or like twice a week tops) and that's to reply to the comments from my Mum. And judging by how many people come to this one, I doubt that it would be really different if I had like a My/Face.

But then there is this part of me that's like, "Hello, you're moving soon, do it now. So people can keep in contact with you, because you just know that they're not going to call you." So people let me know your experiences and what you use (My/Face), you don't have to comment, instead there other ways to contact me, such as my email, phone or to my face. (And NO this is not a cry for attention).

Oh and random thing, while I was at Pure Indulgence for my appointment, I was in the room with a therapist that I'd never had before and they started chatting to me and she asks me "How long till I move to Canberra?" I have a momentary panic, that I A) Do know her or B) She's a stalker, that's right people I don't overreact at all. So I just ask how she knew that and she said it was in my file. And I was like OMG, what else does my file so like, "really nice, but talks too much, or her hair is like really thick, so be careful". Anyway I just had pictures in my head of the team at PD being like spies and getting briefed and what not about their next client. I can see how it would be nice to have a file but I felt weird knowing that someone out there knows stuff that only my friends or family know (which is all the people that should be reading this blog are).

OK, Emma's getting hungry so I have to go feed her, and no she's not my new pet, she's a real life human friend of mine.

Laters.

Katina.