The start of a blog from Africa.. I promise I will finish this soon!

Waking up in Africa overlooking the scarce wilderness, it is easy to remember that evolution of humans began here tens of thousands of years ago. Although at first glance the landscape is dry and desolate, at a closer inspection this habitat is actually thieving with life. From the smallest insects, to the kings of the jungle, everywhere you look the cycle of life and death is unfolding before your very eyes.

At Londolozi we are right in the epicenter of this and as I sit here watching a herd of elephants grazing I am instantly reminded of how lucky I am to be experiencing one of the most magnificent environments on planet earth.

Londolozi in Swahili means "protector of all living things". With 17,000 hectares of grounds this luxury safari lodge is literally teeming with wildlife. Renown for it's relationship with the land and the animals Londolozi is famous for it's leopards. As the 'original' luxury safari lodge Londolozi has a tradition of providing the highest quality safari experience tailored to it's customers needs.

From the second we touch down in Johanasberg Londolozi staff were waiting to transfer us to our private plane, their friendly greetings and generosity just a taste of things to come. With our luggage lost enroute from London to Johanasberg (thanks Lufthansa) I was left with no medication for my Crohns. Considering I have only just started to get better having a break in medication at this point could have had severe effects on my health. Thankfully the kind Londolozi staff came to the rescue and held up the plane so they could drive me to a pharmacy where we negotiated the necessity of the chemist giving me pregnisone without a prescription. Half an hour later we are screeching down the runway with my pregnisone safely on board.

It's funny considering I have flown my whole life, but in such a tiny plane every single noise and vibration feels like it is out of place and as my stomach twists in knots the pilot is quick to put me at ease with some friendly banter. As we descend towards Kruger National Park and ultimately Londolozi, we are told to keep our eyes peeled for wildlife. True to form some wildebeest are drinking from a water hole as we land. Upon disembarking and bidding farewell to our pilot our Londolozi ranger (Adam) comes to greet us on the tarmac. We climb into his jeep and soon realize we are actually being transferred to heaven on earth!

Driving towards the lodge Adam explains to us how he became a ranger and so attached to the land and Londolozi in particular. As a child actor Adam worked on a TV series filmed at Londolozi called "The Bush School". Year after year Adam returned to the lodge and filmed segments about nature and the animals. After school and the end of the program ,Adam went on to study conservation and wildlife at university, and of course completed his internship at Londolozi. Upon graduation he applied for a position as a ranger, and the rest they say, is history.

London town

On this freezing morning in London I turn over and slowly open my eyes with a startling yet sleepy squint. Rolling out of bed and onto the floor I look beside me, groan, and then crawl through the hall into the bathroom. Using both hands to pull me up I step/ fall over the side of the bath and into the shower. And then I gaze upwards. Ergh!!! Electric shower. How annoying! Lift up. Turn knob to number 6. Press High. Click start. Wait. Ahh! The sweet feel of hot water cascading down my body. Nice!

Getting your cake and eating it too!

Have you ever had the most amazing dish that is oozes pleasure throughout your body and makes your toes tingle? I have!

The other day I was at a work luncheon and I ordered a 'seafood stew' from the menu. The restaurant was pumping and honestly we had to wait quite a while for the food to actually make an appearance. But when it did... oh my god! Taste bud Ecstasy! The first mouthful set my stomach on fire from pleasure. You know when you are really cold in the middle of winter and you have a cup of tea, how the warmth spreads right across your body? That's how it was with this meal. It was amazing! Now ordinarily on a work lunch I would eat my meal, tip handsomely and continue on to my next meeting. This day was different. I enjoyed my lunch so much that I just had to say something.

So... without thinking about it I decided to compliment the chef. I rose from my chair, excused myself from the table, ran out the back and let myself into the kitchen. In the hustle and bustle there was quite some confusion as to why a young girl was standing in the middle of the kitchen. That is when I began to state my praises. Honest appreciation for his amazing, taste bud tantalising, rich and utter genius food sensation. I didn't just say "that was an amazing meal- thank you"... I poured my heart out and told him exactly how it made me felt... how I could only dream of being able to cook as amazing as that, and that if I could I could win any heart over with that recipe.

He was so overwhelmed with my honest appreciation that he stopped cooking (remember the restaurant was full), he came up to me and with a huge smile he told me exactly how to cook the dish. It was his secret recipe from his Italy- passed down for generations in his family! After a delightful 10 minute conversation with the chef, I remembered that I had actually just up and left my work colleagues with no mention of where I was going. They probably thought I had gone and died in the bathroom or something. I again thanked the chef a million times over and returned to my table.

Two minutes later the waiter arrived with the dessert menu and said that the chef wanted us to have anything from the menu free of charge! The chef made my day with his amazing food, and his kindness in sharing his secrets with me. The feeling I got when I realised that I had made his day with my compliments- well that feeling is priceless.

Try it. Next time someone does something that is amazing. TELL THEM! Don't just say it once, make a big deal out of it, because really, it is a big deal if it makes them and you feel that good!

In the mean time the least I can do is pass on the details of my new favourite restaurant. Enjoy!

Caffee Cucina

581 Chapel St

South Yarra 3141

Melbourne

is 21 the new black?

Recently everywhere I go I have been hearing about girls my age with younger guys. Last year I met my first cougar, last month my friend took one home, last week it was written about all over the papers, and last night a hot young stud was the topic of hours of conversation!

What is it about these young post pubescent boys that make us girls so excited? Is it their fresh boyish looks, free of wrinkles and splashed with wide smiles and puppy dog eyes? Or is it their keen desire to please us in every which way possible? Endless praises, adoring eyes, spontaneity, witty banter are a few traits that come to mind. Is it that they don't hold back? Is it that they experiment and are playful, and fun?

Or is it just that they come free from baggage, they have no hang ups, and their hearts have not been ripped to shreds a million times over. Is it that they are less likely to have an ex wife, estranged children, or a crippling mortgage? Is it just that at 21 their soul focus is normally not money, career and possessions, so they have more time to enjoy the smaller things in life..?

There are a lot of positive things to say about dating a guy that is just entering adulthood, and in the last few months I guess I have probably heard most of them. But what about all the other things? The things that only come with age, wisdom, and experience? Personally the 21 year old phenomena does not make my heart beat faster or my eyes twinkle. I like people who know who they are already. And if they have baggage... how much stronger does it make them when they get through the tough times and come out the other end better than ever before? And lets not forget that there is definitely something wildly sexy about a man who is a real man! Or what about feeling safe in his arms, having great conversation, and just knowing that if things got tough they would have the life experience to know what to do. I'm not saying spontaneity, playfulness and endless adoration are not essential, I'm just saying that those characteristics are not exclusive to the age of 21!

Pay rise within a week? Another in a month?

As you know I have just started a new job doing all the marketing for a couple of brands. The company is set up so that they have a list of things you must complete to get promoted to a new level and get a pay rise. For example:

Read 2 business books
Achieve KPI's 4 weeks in a row
Train someone on something
Get a positive review from manager

It's really awesome because you can plan how you are going to tick them off and if you complete them there is no reason why you won't get a pay rise. There is also none of that job review anxiety where you wonder what they will say and if you will get promoted. It's very simple where I work... if you do the list... you are a success! I did the first list in a week. I got a pay rise. I want my second pay rise before the month is out.

Now there is one slight problem that I noticed with the level 2 list of things to complete last, and I worked hard to find a solution because I will be damned if I don't get a pay rise within a month. So the problem is this. The lists are catered towards sales staff. Although most of the tasks translate the ones such as measuring and reporting KPI's, job card completion, or "section reviews" are not as simple. Marketing doesn't have set things we do every day. Yes we measure the leads from marketing or advertising but everyday is different in the sense that I could be creating a brochure, a TV ad, a sales script, or just re ordering uniforms. Yesterday I spent 6 hours fixing images in Photoshop. How do I prove to my boss that I deserve a pay rise for that? Well... I figured out a way.

The sales guys have tables to measure their success with KPI's (Key Performance Indicators). They must record their targets ie; 10 sales per week and then record what they actually achieved. After 4 weeks they can prove how successful they are from this table. I decided to make up my own table so that I have a firm way to prove that I deserve a pay rise. It has to have the week commencing date at the top of the table, then it has 3 columns. These are "most important projects, due date, date completed". I just fill in the columns now and at the end of 4 weeks of successfully reaching all of my deadlines I can go to my boss and get my pay rise (of course only if I have done all the other things on the list too). Some of the things I included were "creating 4 brochures, reporting marketing to CEO, creating new business cards & designing product names for 4 new products". You can add anything in though, as long as it is a big task, with high significance to the company.

Job card reviews were a little harder to translate to marketing, although I did manage it after some thought. A job card is a list of daily tasks you do so that if you were away someone else could take over your role with no trouble at all. Once you do the task each day you have to tick it off. 4 weeks of ticks and you're one step closer to a pay rise, and the next level. The job card I was given was completely useless for my role. So... I spent the day recording in Excel every step that I took to do my job properly. I found that although I have a few set things I do every day, the rest is pretty random so I would include these week by week, at the beginning of the week and then tick it off as I move through the steps.

I told my sister about my pay rise mission last week and now she is thinking of ways in which she could apply this to her workplace. She really wants a pay rise but her boss is stingy and and wont budge. My suggestion to her was to go above and beyond her job description, keep a record, save him time or money, record it, and then approach the subject when you have hard evidence of how fantastic you are. She did just that. She worked out a way to save 20 lecturers 15 minutes each. Considering they get paid over a hundred dollars an hour that's a small wad of cash right there. On top of that she designed a system that would make the customers (the students) more happy, and save them time and the library resources. She wrote out a plan and she is now on her way to her boss to present the idea, implement it, measure it's success, and demand a pay rise! Woo go Eb!

Boys and their toys

I just got off the plane (coming home from Sydney) and wouldn't you know it... I met a boy! And he was one that actually kept my interest!

I'm not sure if he knew what he was doing, actually let me rethink this.....

I think he knew exactly what he was doing. I would even go far as to bet that he has read that book "The Game".

He was witty and a little mysterious.

Interested but not too interested.

Sweet but he had balls.

Overall he displayed quite a few layers of himself, but he kept enough hidden so that I wanted to learn more. He told me a story about the meaning behind the fingers that you put your rings on, about their Greek God origins. This meant that he was touching my hand (thus making a connection), but it was to demonstrate a story so it didn't freak me out and make me run in the opposite direction. I swear to god these things are sounding like strategies out of the Game. And I fell for it! Well maybe not enough to actually call, but still, enough that I would be thinking and writing about him an hour later!

While we are on the subject of a book, my boss has asked me to read three this week as part of my personal and professional development. The first is GoGetter. This is a book set in the 1920's and follows the courageous story of an injured soldier. It's not actually about war, but about how he gets a job and how he exceeds the expectations of those around him and gives his best. It's a complicated read (because the language is so old), but its hugely motivating and makes you want to go get the most out of life, work, and yourself. I really do recommend this one. It only takes about an hour or so to read. Very short.

The second book is Fish. The story of how you can turn your workplace into a fun, positive and productive environment. It's actually really great and is based on Pike Place fish market in America. I also really recommend this one. Here is a little video trailer:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNDP9jLuzXU

OK the third book is called QBQ and there is a story behind this one! The Go Getter book is all about going the extra mile... that anything is possible if you set your mind to it. Well my boss wanted me to read this book but there were no copies in the office and none in the bookstores according to the HR manager. I called three bookstores myself and went into 2 on the Gold Coast and 3 in Byron. No one had ever heard of it and no one had a copy. They could however order it in (arriving in 7-10 days) but I needed it asap so I could read it on my flight to Sydney today (and be a Go Getter). So my next option was ebooks online, but I couldn't print it out and didn't have a laptop to take with me to Sydney. Next I tried the Australian Libary online and that gave no result either. The night before leaving to Sydney I decided I would just have to wait. Then my boss said "Don't give up. If I said I would give you a million dollars if you found the book- you would find the book. Anything is possible if you really want it." So what did I do? I kept trying of course. Just to prove it to myself that I could do it.

When I got to the Gold Coast airport I asked the bookstore. No luck. When I got to Sydney airport I had the same problem. Then I had a hunch to go to the second hand stores at Broadway. They have rows of books there and I just felt I might find it in amongst them. They obviously don't have online catalogues so I spent hours searching through the book cases in two stores. Finally I decided to pop into Borders a few doors down. In this Borders I told the girl the story about how I had been searching and how it was really important to me. She found me a copy!!! The last one in Australia apparently. I had already called Borders and been in store at the Gold Coast and when I had asked them if there were any copies anywhere in Australia the answer was always no. So with all this effort put into QBQ I found it and found out that it was about taking responsibility for your own actions. About not placing blame on others and about being more proactive when faced with obstacles. It too was a short read and although I think it had a great message it wasn't as inspiring as Fish, or as empowering as Go Getter. I do think it creates an important link between the three though so it is worth the read...if you can find one.

In fact... that's a challenge!

xx

T

PS: His toy was a camera. Apparently he works as a media photographer although he wouldn't give more information so who really knows!

PPS: He was cute. Really cute. In a strange way. And even more strange i like him seeing as though it felt like he was doing the Game strategies on me.

PPPS: What if i'm being cynical and he is actually just a really nice guy... who has never read the Game?

PPPS: Does it really matter? It worked didn't it? hmm should I contact him? he left the ball in my court. Always a bad move. Take control fellas!

Surfer Boys and Terrorist Debarcle

Last week when I was flying to Sydney for Bonds I was at the airport sitting across from this guy and I started to get a really uneasy feeling inside. I watched him (whilst trying to pretend I wasn't looking at him) out of the corner of my eye and everything about him just seemed really strange. First of all he had his laptop open but didn't even type on it. Then he got out a white cloth and started wiping down the laptop! At this stage I'm freaking! In my head I was thinking

"fucking hell this guy looks like the dodgiest person I have ever seen and now he is wiping off his fingerprints from his laptop!"

So now of course I'm really staring at him. I'm wondering which flight he is on and what his next move will be. Then I notice he is actually looking outside at the plane I am about to get on and he is writing down some things on a tiny piece of paper in the palm of his hands. Now when I say looking outside I mean like seriously looking! The dodgy kind of looking (like what a teenager does before they are about to steal something from a store). Anyway so this tipped me over the edge. My insides are churning, I'm freaking out thinking there is going to be a terrorist attack and that I might be the only person who has noticed this guy doing weird stuff. By this stage I am no longer trying to hide the fact that I am staring at him. I am pretty much just staring at him right in the eyes. When he notices me looking he gets nervous and starts packing up!

Thankfully my plane had boarded by this stage and they were doing the final call. I was so stressed out about this terrorist guy that I almost missed my flight but I ran to the counter, gave them my boarding pass and just as I'm walking out the airport door onto the tarmac I decide that I have to tell someone. What if something happens and I am the only person who noticed this guy. I could stop this!

So.. at the last minute I grab an airline worker (I'm outside at this stage) and tell them all about the guy. They ask me who and I sneak up to the window and point him out and then they have a big discussion with more staff about what to do. At this point I leave and get on the plane. I sit in my chair feeling so proud of myself for having the guts to speak up. And then guess what....

The fucking guy gets on the plane!!! LAST PASSENGER!!!

I thought I was the last passenger :(

Oh my god. My heart is pounding! He walks past my seat and gives me a little smirk. I turn right around straining my neck to see where he is sitting and if he has the laptop with him. Then a guy in a yellow vest comes on the plane and has a little talk to the head flight attendant. I'm thinking thank you Jesus I'm saved! The air hostess calls out a guys name over the loud speaker and asks him to make himself known to flight staff. I turn around looking everywhere madly and no one puts their hand up. Least of all the terrorist! The flight attendant announces that the there has been a delay and we will be about another 15 minutes. I'm secretly thinking "F you Mr Terrorist... they are going to get you now... we're saved!" and then "why haven't they got him off the plane yet?" and then "oh fuck i better write a text to someone describing him in case we all die".

So then I turn my phone on just as they shut the door and start preparing for taxi-ing down the runway. I text away, punching in the letters at record speed so that I can get enough info sent as possible. Then I get told to turn it off. I reply "its really important in case we all die". The flight attendant stands there repeating to me to turn it off. I comply. I've obviously been defeated. I decide that he has won and that I should just enjoy my last hour on earth and be happy that I have had such a great life already. I decide to order a coffee and read my book. That is my final wish. Strangely my mind went very peaceful after I made that decision.

An hour and a half later the plane lands and I realise I am still alive. I tell myself that he must have been just scoping out the scene for an attack on a later date. Feeling happy to be alive I set off for my day in Sydney and my modelling work. That evening as I'm getting my plane back home I decide to go to the gate early and ask to be put on an earlier flight. Who should I run into at the gate??????? Mr Terrorist! Fuck me!!!! This is the later flight he was planning to attack. I run the opposite direction straight into duty free and splurge on some shopping, ecstatic that I am on the later flight and not his.

Now fast forward to this morning... Picture this... Walking down to the beach where they have had the Quicksilver Pro surfing comp, and then using a "friend of competitor" pass to get a free breakfast in the VIP area. Holy fuck. The first person I see as I am putting Vegemite onto my toast is Mr Terrorist. He walks straight up to me, says hello and proceeds to be the nicest guy ever!

Wow don't I feel like arsehole of the century. Fuck. I can't believe how wrong my intuition was. I feel sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo bad!!!!! I am so happy that people can't read thoughts because I was just so wrong to think of him like that. Fuck fuck fuck. I feel terrible!

Forgive me Mr Terrorist :(

I'm so sorry

xx

T

PS: Two things...

1. I'm still walking at the beach every morning- so I'm on track for reach my goal of 21 days straight.
2. Work (not modelling) is hectic, awesome, crazy, fun, exciting, exhilarating and HARD WORK! My new job is going fantastically (is that a word). I will do a proper update soon I promise!

Drunky Mc Drunk Drunk

Just kiddin... only had two wines ;-P
It was a long day at work! I loved every minute of it but I still don't understand why offices have 4 closed in walls with no windows and no trees. Why can't we take a laptop out into nature and do our work there? Maybe when I'm a CEO I can implement this.

Today I stuck to my morning goal... my beach walk. It was absolutely serene. The sun was shining on my face and the wind was blowing the sand across my feet. The ocean was ridged and messy with no natural pattern to be seen. It's amazing how beautiful nature can be if you take the time to notice it. Often in our busy lives we have so much going on that we miss the little things. Remember the little things. They add up and give the greatest happiness in life when appreciated.
xx
T.

First day of work

Today was the start of the rest of my life and because of its importance I decided to make some key goals. Everything in this world can always be improved, and I am no exception to this rule. Therefore today I decided to implement a new habit that would help me reach one of my goals. Apparently 21 consecutive days of doing a new habit makes it dissolve into a part of your daily routine (like brushing your teeth in the morning). My overall goal is to be healthier and as part of that I want to go for daily walks on the beach. The beach soothes my mind and relaxes me, and the walking is great for my figure. To make sure I don't weasel my way out of it I am going to get up earlier each morning and do it before anything else in my day. If its raining I'll still get up at the same time but I will use my walking time to read biographies and inspirational books. So... 21 consecutive days and hopefully then it will start to feel like a part of my routine.

Walk #1: Was amazing! The sun was shining through one hole in the clouds and I found a glass bottle with living barnicles and pipi-like creatures attached to it. When the wave washed over it, the little animals inside the shells would poke their (for lack of a better word) heads out. A couple of surfers were tackling the rips and a mum was playing with her two young children. All in all my walk this morning was a classic representation of all that is beautiful in this world. It was a perfect way to start my first day of work.

The other day I talked about my fear of starting this new job. When ever I do a new task that I have previously not done I feel scared and uncomfortable. I think it has to do with worrying that I will do it wrong, or that I won't be up to scratch. Today I got thrown in the deep end and told I will be running the marketing department for three weeks. Getting stuck into it straight away I did a task in about 2 hours that would normally take 5 minutes! I felt sooooooo out of my league. Anyway things got a little better after lunch. I got to do a task that I felt quite comfortable with (only because I've done it so many times before). I had to source some GWP (gift with purchase) items, and I did this in record time. If I do say so myself I think the options I presented were fantastic! After that I had a meeting with HR to discuss induction, hours, and pay etc. This was hugely interesting because the CEO hasn't told HR yet what money I'm on. Pay goes in on Sunday. Hopefully he decides what I'm worth before then... and it better be good!

Flying High Wisdom

Just got off the plane from Sydney to Gold Coast for a modelling job for Bonds. First day of proper work tomorrow and I am so exhausted but I promised myself I was going to write down this awesome quote from the book I was reading on the flight. It totally inspired me because yesterday I was holding onto fears about starting this new job, and now I feel excited and pumped for the challenge. Here... take a read...

"Fear is a conditioned response: a life-sucking habit that can easily consume your energy, creativity and spirit if you are not careful. When fear rears its ugly head, beat it down quickly. The best way to do that is to do the thing you fear. Understand the anatomy of fear. It is your own creation. Like any other creation, it is just as easy to tear it down as it is to erect it."

(The Monk who sold his Ferrari, Robin S. Sharma)

And here is a little video too...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LfW27Q6rWw

It might sound a bit "new age" but it helped me conquer my worries about this job. I'm just going to try my hardest for three weeks and see where it takes me. If I find my place in the world, then fantastic, and if I don't... well, at least I'll be one step closer.

xx

T

CEO just gave me a chance!

"Behold the turtle. He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out"
(James B. Conant)

Oh may gosh. So... the CEO I asked to mentor me just called and is giving me a chance to prove myself. Tomorrow I have a modelling job so I start the day after. I'm really scared and excited. I'm not even sure exactly what I will be doing. All I know is that the marketing person is going away for three weeks and so I get three weeks to make myself indispensable. Arghhhhhhhhhhh! How exciting. I promise you this CEO is so inspiring. The whole company is set up so that each worker has their own goals to work towards in all areas of their lives. This means that employees are motivated to succeed rather than whinging about being at work. Most people I have worked with (or for) don't even care if you have a balanced family life or health problems.

I met this CEO guy through an old boyfriend and the changes I saw in my old boyfriend were amazing! He started thinking about the quality of his relationships, his career aspirations, his health and fitness, and he even started to work on his own personal development. That's why I contacted this particular company in the first place.

Arghhh I'm scared. What if I can't do the things they ask me to do? What if I'm no good? What if I make a fool of myself and don't deliver up to their expectations? I hate failing. I am determined to give this opportunity 100%! How will I know what I am capable of unless I try.

"Good opportunities are often disguised as hard labour.
That's why so few people recognise them."
(Ann Landers)

Emotions and Confrontation

In every book you read the advice is always the same. Never confront someone when you are emotionally charged. It sounds very simple in theory but often in life we choose to overlook small things that annoy us until suddenly something sets us off and we explode. This is what happened to me yesterday. Over the past few months a very close friend of mine has done a few little things that annoy me, and I haven’t confronted her about them. This in itself is bad enough as it is always better to confront each issue as they happen rather than ignoring them and hoping that they will get better. Anyway this particular friend has many amazing qualities. She is smart, caring, fun, and loyal and has real drive and ambition. These qualities are what I love about her but unfortunately there are other little things that have obviously annoyed me more than I thought because when something triggered me I exploded and let loose, naming all of them at once!

When I confront someone I normally have to write down what I’m going to say. I’m quite hot headed and I get defensive, so if I write it down it makes me stay on track and not let things get too nasty or out of control. Obviously yesterday in the spare of the moment I certainly hadn’t planned on confronting my friend, and so I had no notes, and yes I got emotional and took it too far. Now just for the record I know that this is totally not the way you should go about confronting someone you have issues with. When you’re emotional you say things you don’t mean, or you say the things you do mean in a harsher tone. Although what I did say was essentially true (i.e. my perception of the truth based on my own feelings at the time) it wasn’t in the way I would have liked to bring it up. I love my friend and I’m there for her. I do accept her for good and bad (just as she has accepted me), but I guess in my subconscious I had things I needed to say. It’s a pity I emotionally exploded though; it’s a shitty thing to do.

Image: http://thebsreport.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/crying-girl.jpg

Quote for today

"We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done"

(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

Drinking + Sham Wow = Slap Chop

It never ceases to amaze me that as much as I have the best intentions to avoid going out on the weekends, I always end up in some sort of shamozel. Take last night for instance. A simple Friday night dinner with an old school friend turned into a late night party argueing the merits of "Sham Wow" verses "Slap Chop"!

Now this all started because her boyfriend had just received his delivery of Sham Wow. It took five people, a cocktail blender and a cupboard full of alcohol to read the Sham Wow instructions and convince the boyfriend that he must care for his Sham Wow's by rinsing each individually five times in warm water, and then hang them each up to dry. With loving care he proceeded to amuse us by treating those Sham Wow's like they were his new baby/ car/ boat/ family jewels. Lets just put it this way... The boyfriend loves the Sham Wow's. And in fact... We all loved the Sham Wow's.

It was in this state of Sham Wow bliss that someone decided to cause uncalled for conflict by debating that Sham Wow is dead and Slap Chop is the new Sham Wow. This suggestion opened the door for a massive hot blooded argument on the merits of both (in which my friend took the lead). To give her even more credit, she was sitting on the kitchen bench with her "club foot" resting under a warm Sham Wow whilst she was proving that Slap Chop was indeed better. In fact as I recall it was her sly manoeuvre of pulling out her trusty iPhone and googling a Slap Chop video that won her the battle.

Check them out and tell me what you think. Perhaps they were only hilarious because we were blind drunk. Maybe have a few beers then watch them.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUbWjIKxrrs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QwRISkyV_B8
xx
T

PS: My friend is now referred to as "Club Foot" because she had a little boating accident (aka got blind drunk and jumped onto rocks) and split her foot open. With the swelling it looked a bit like a club foot. Now although she was the injured party with bandages and crutches she still looked more gorgeous than any of the girls that had actually dressed up for a night out. On ya club foot! ;-P

Did someone say career?

In the world of Talisha a career is not exactly at the forefront of typical conversation. Mostly my friends come to me with discussions that go something like this:

1. "What does it mean when a boy does this? Do you think he will call? What should I do"

2. "What are we doing tonight? What are you wearing? And what can I borrow?"

3. "Guess what has just happened to me..."

4. "Oh my god I have had the most atrocious day.."

In the realm of fashion, boys and parties... well... what can I say... I know what I'm talking about. When it comes to career choices however, that is where my head is in the dark. Now don't get me wrong. I am totally fine with giving other people career advice. It's just that my own career goals are somewhat confusing.

Here... Let me recount a recent business meeting I had so that you understand what I mean.This happened last week when I approached a CEO of a huge company with the idea of being mentored.

"CEO: So Talisha, tell me about what you're good at.

T: Well... I'm great with people, I know that! I am great at marketing and ideas.

CEO: What about detail? Do you have attention to detail?

T: Well....umm....ahhh...umm

CEO: And what about computers? Are you good with computers?

T: Ummm well I wouldn't say I'm great. But then I'm not bad either. Let’s just say that I could probably teach most people a thing or two, but that I'm certainly not a computer geek who can do all the really cool stuff. Actually come to think of it most technology breaks when I'm nearby.

CEO: Ok what about your friend’s. What would your best friend say is the greatest thing about you?

T: Well that's a hard one because both of my best friends have a completely different relationship with me. One would probably say that I am loyal. Extremely loyal. The other would probably say I’m fun and exciting.

CEO: Ok well let’s see. What is the worst thing you have ever done?

T: Well I liked a guy that my BFF had been with. Instead of going to her and asking how she felt about him, I went to her and told her about how I felt about him. It was the wrong thing to do. I should have focused on her feelings first and not my own. It was selfish and I deeply regret it.

CEO: And what about the best thing?

T: I’ve been making a conscious effort to be a role model for someone special in my life and I think in the future this will have positive effects on her quality of life, self esteem, and wellbeing. (I told him more, but I can't tell you guys in cyber space sorry).

CEO: What would you like to do for a career?

T: I have no idea, that's why I came to you.

CEO: Hmmm

T: I mean don't get me wrong, I'm good at a lot of things. I love marketing and I have been really successful doing it. I love modelling and have heaps of fun meeting new people over the last ten years. I've been in front of the camera trying my hand at presenting and that gave me a thrill like no other. I've also edited some TV stories for my Auntie and Uncle using a program called Final Cut Pro. I loved the creative process of thinking about the whole story, its beginning, conflicts, and ending. Many people say I would be great at sales. I don't know; I've never really tried. Others say PR would be perfect for me because I chat away with everyone and I think strategically about company brands and image. So you see I actually have no idea what I should do or who I should be. I love doing so many things and I love the fact that my life is always changing and I'm not tied down. I want a career badly. To have something to work towards. The problem is I just don't know what that should be. That's why I came to you.

CEO: Hmmm...

T: So.. can you help me? Tell me what I should do?"

As I said this conversation happened last week. The CEO has still not enlightened me. However 2 fantastic things have come out of this.

1) I asked one of my BFF's what she thought the best thing about me was. She said it is that she feels she can talk to me about anything without judgement and with understanding and empathy from me. She felt I was one of the few people in her life that wasn't superficial and that actually believed in greater purpose and meanings in life. She said "It certainly isn't because you're fun and exciting!!!"

2) Speaking to a colleague of the CEO I learnt that the CEO once sat on a monorail and went around the city in Sydney for over 8 hours until he could make his mind up about an important decision. Maybe that is what I should do next time I’m in Sydney town. I think it's a fantastic idea!

What do you think? Any ideas of what I should do with myself? How do you make such an important decision like this?

Let me know.

xx

T

they call it the country for a reason

I'm sitting at my mothers house, outside in the sun. The birds are chirping and the dog keeps on growling at the birds. The sound of nature is deafening to my ears today.

I feel like dressing up in my beautiful heels, putting on a glamourous frock, walking into an event and participating in mind numbing flirting with all of those gorgeous city boys.

There are no gorgeous city boys in the country.

Come to think of it... there weren't many gorgeous city boys in the city either. hmmm.

Well. That's not the point. The point is that today I miss the action of the city. The fact that where ever you are you can go out and run into people. You can dress up and explore the streets for op shop goodies, or you can sip on a latte in a cafe and just watch the world go by. Today I miss that.

Lucky I'm heading to Sydney tommorrow to get all this out of my system. Then next week... who knows... maybe a move to the Gold Coast. There has to be more happening there than here on the farm.

xx
T