During the dust storms I was bitching - as I do endlessly, I am such fun - about it not being worthwhile washing my hair as more dust storms were predicted. One of my colleagues, whose own locks are lusciously black, commented that I was lucky that my hair was already dust coloured and people would never notice that I hadn't washed it. I share this story to illustrate why I dye my hair. I really must dye my hair. Non dust colour.
In about a year I'll have paid off all my loans and credit card and so forth except for HECS. The HECS will probably take forever. Meh. It will be nice not to have a loan though. And to be able to save money again.
The money, or lack thereof, thing has really been annoying me. My rent goes up (AGAIN!) in December and electricity now costs $60 more for exactly the same usage as last quarter and my pay has not risen and presently seems unlikely to rise. I'm getting quite sick of pissing away money and not being able to do anything because I'm broke. I am seriously considering going back to the uncertain hell of sharing.* Non-arseholes only need apply.
This weekend I will be applying for a job whose selection criteria states, and I quote, 'Tertiary qualifications in archives, library studies, history or other relevant disciplines are highly desirable.' (Ahem, italics mine...) This is the first time I have ever seen any part of my degree be a) sought after, b) considered useful, c) described as 'highly desirable'. The latter makes me tingle in weird nerdy ways that you don't even want to think about.
This is the first time in forever that I will not work - at all - a long weekend. I have a long weekend. This is terribly exciting.
* Note my positive attitude toward this concept.