Alright you whingers. A few loyal
followers have been asking me to post which makes me feel just a little
loved. Since I'm vain and like the adoration, here goes.
I work for a large mining/quarrying company and we're building a graniodorite quarry in the NSW Southern Highlands. It's a 2 year contract, expiring in November 2013. Basically we're blowing a big hole in the ground and putting in a load of automated crushers and conveyors to make concrete aggregate, road base, rail base etc. I'm the Project Administrator for a team of engineers. All of whom I like immensely with the exception of one. There's always one. Although in this case, he's just an old grandpa (even though he's only 2 years older than me), with a huge misogynistic chip on his shoulder. Fortunately, I don't report to him so just ignore him. The best bit? I get to go on site once a month, wear uber sexy hi visibility gear and super comfy steel capped boots and feel like one of the boys. I love this reflective stuff. Sadly, my office job isn't busy enough and I spend most of my day bored, unable to access Facebook or Blogs and just staring blindly into spreadsheets.
I work for a large mining/quarrying company and we're building a graniodorite quarry in the NSW Southern Highlands. It's a 2 year contract, expiring in November 2013. Basically we're blowing a big hole in the ground and putting in a load of automated crushers and conveyors to make concrete aggregate, road base, rail base etc. I'm the Project Administrator for a team of engineers. All of whom I like immensely with the exception of one. There's always one. Although in this case, he's just an old grandpa (even though he's only 2 years older than me), with a huge misogynistic chip on his shoulder. Fortunately, I don't report to him so just ignore him. The best bit? I get to go on site once a month, wear uber sexy hi visibility gear and super comfy steel capped boots and feel like one of the boys. I love this reflective stuff. Sadly, my office job isn't busy enough and I spend most of my day bored, unable to access Facebook or Blogs and just staring blindly into spreadsheets.
On another note:
I'm attempting albeit poorly to
launch into some sort of writing field and my main avenue to hone my
skills is no longer around. . Unfortunately, dwindling interest in our
writing blog The Tenth
Daughter of Memory has seen it close down. The links are still there so
if you fancy a short story now and then, go have a look. They're weird,
wonderful and always challenging.
So, your task should you choose to accept is to find me and my three remaining writing pals, a site with a difference. One that doesn't have a thousand sycophantic "OMG I love your poems" comments. One where people actually read your work. One that offers critiques for writing. One that might be a little competitive and hey, even perhaps a theme or two to spark off the imagination. I need the pressure of a challenge and the discipline of critical analysis to keep up the writing. Perhaps I'll do what Tom's doing and create a Blurb book for posterity...then again...I should probably do that Grammar course.
So, your task should you choose to accept is to find me and my three remaining writing pals, a site with a difference. One that doesn't have a thousand sycophantic "OMG I love your poems" comments. One where people actually read your work. One that offers critiques for writing. One that might be a little competitive and hey, even perhaps a theme or two to spark off the imagination. I need the pressure of a challenge and the discipline of critical analysis to keep up the writing. Perhaps I'll do what Tom's doing and create a Blurb book for posterity...then again...I should probably do that Grammar course.
See you when the wind breaks.
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| Big diggery thing (Excavator) and big rock crushy thing |
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| Beginnings of big silo crushy thing, made in Portugal |
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| Mine site in the middle of nowhere |
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| Pretending to blow stuff up |
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| The man who loves blowing things up after he's blown things up |
Blowing things up
