one swollen finger later...

You know the saying, "Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Little minds discuss people."?

Well, going by that, I can confidently conclude that most of my workmates have a brain mass the size of a fairly large grape (singular). The whole 2 days I've been at work I've spent 8 hrs a day listening to people bitch about each other, the supervisor, the boss, the Howard government, the weather, the work hours, there's too much work, there's too little work, the machine's broken and we want work, we wish the machine would break so we can have a rest, and on and on and on and on... ... and I just want to scream and tell everyone to stop being so selfish. But there are some nice people, none my age, however. Anyway, working in a CALM nursey is the type of thing that makes you continually chant in your head " I must study hard I must study hard I must study hard I must study hard I must..." because you don't want to be stuck doing this for the rest of your life. It's really mind-numbing work, checking the seeding all day or pushing racks of seed trays all day... which is not very safe- which dad's broken finger and my crushed one is testiment to. Yeah cos they're quite heavy, and you roll them along on stationary bearings. If you're not careful your fingers get caught, and yours truly has a very swollen and brusied index finger on her left hand.

This would then be the cue for my customary yearly rant about how Christmas is commercialised and doens't mean anything anymore, but I shall refrain this time. But I shant, and to all of you out there, Merry Christmas, and if I don't blog again have a happy new year too! Don't drink too much, and don't drink and drive.

Have a smashing time, everyone!

*sigh* It's getting messy and confusing...