The Sarah Miller Daily

I'm sorry but I don't believe it's my turn

2010-10-16T00:13:00.000-07:00

I hate taking the bin out.
Hate it. Hate it.
I do any and every chore around the house from cleaning the toilets to making the bed but I just can't stand taking the rubbish out.
I don't know why, though.
Most probably because when we were growing up, taking out the bin was always Kane's job.
So I've just grown up believing that it's never my turn to take the bin out.
I go to great lengths to avoid taking the bin out when it's full.
Everything from shoving dissolvable rubbish down the drain, to placing rubbish around and on top of it, to staring at it with a forlorn expression hoping that David will see that I am distressed and take it out for me.

Right this very minute, that thing is bursting at the seams!
I keep forcing more and more rubbish into it hoping that by the time I need to use it again, it will have been taken out and the liner has been replaced.
I'm just about to start cooking, so unless you come around and take the bin out, things are going to get interesting.

Update 17.10.10: Returned from work to find David had not only taken it out, but washed it as well.

Challenge time - Autobiography in 25 points

2010-10-13T20:34:00.000-07:00

Don't forget to view the Challenge update

If you plan to enter this challenge and have ideas for future challenges, feel free to let me know!

Oi!

2010-10-12T03:56:00.001-07:00

If you go to pub trivia nights and google answers on your phone, you're an arse.

Yusuf, this is a really bad time for me - Kane Stories

2010-10-08T16:20:00.000-07:00

As a teenager I was far from a morning person.
(Nothing really changed, I jut deal with it a bit better now)
My brother, Kane thought it was hilarious that I was so angry in the mornings,
so as I trudged through the house to the bathroom, he would follow, skipping, singing Moonshadow by Cat Stephens.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

One week when I was around sixteen, I was very sick with the flu.
I spent most of the week on the lounge, curled up, shivering.
One day during this week, Kane thought it would be hilarious to bend over and fart on my head.
As soon as I moved my head to get away from the smell, he punched me as hard as he could in the arm.
I layed moaning in a lot of pain. Apparently, the reason I was punched was because I had moved. He thought I was going to chase him, but I was really just trying to breathe.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Our younger brother, Adam caused Kane a lot of grief over the years.
One weekend, our step siblings, Nicole and Stephen came over to stay. Stephen brought along a plush doll of Stan Marsh from South Park. At the end of the weekend, when they packed to go home, no one could find the Stan doll. Adam had shown great interest in this doll all weekend and wasn't shy in taking what he wanted, so all eyes were on him. The whole family searched everywhere. Kane looked furious. "Where did you put it, Adam?!"
Adam was sure he didn't steal it.
After a few hours of searching, we gave up. Adam was sent to his room for the remainder of the day.
While Mum and our step father, Rob were taking Rob's kids home, Kane quietly approached me in the lounge room with our old plastic chair. It was an unusual shaped chair that pulled apart. He looked over his shoulder then popped the chair open. Inside was the Stan doll.
"I wanted it" he said.
I laughed in disbelief, "You've got Adam in so much trouble"
"Fuck him" he replied.

Orange

2010-10-01T23:44:00.000-07:00

So, Mum, David and I went to Orange yesterday for David's job interview.
I've never been to Orange before.
I took plenty of photos...

Just kidding, there's nothing to photograph in Orange.

Not a lot happened but we did have a good time.
Some of the good times included:

Eating a McDonalds hash brown
Listening to a Phil Collins song
Telling a service station to shove their meat pies up their arse
Op shopping
Eating a piece of carrot cake
Singing a Destiny's Child song but not knowing the words, so singing in Lorem Ipsum
Going to Cowra pub for a massive lunch.
Finding likenesses between Keith Urban's music and the Home and Away theme song
Eating a Byron Bay biscuit
Getting pollen in my eyes
feeling bad for eating so much

So much excitement for one day.

I heartily recommend the meals at the Cowra Hotel!

Huge meals, fresh meat and laid back, out back, bogan service. What a treat! Loved it!!

Cowra Hotel: The pot of gold at the end of my trip-to-and-from-Orange rainbow

Please Note: I didn't take this photo. I don't think any of the photos on this blog were taken by me. Yeah, yeah, I know. Pretty lousy effort for a photographer not to have any of their own photos on their blog.

Juliet pt. 2

2010-09-26T14:40:00.000-07:00

I walk to work.
It's over an hour's walk, so I'm always trying to find short cuts.
Last night I dreamt that I had found a short cut.
Turns out that if I were to walk through someone's house and their back yard I would get to work a lot quicker.
So I knocked on their door and you'll never guess who answered!

Julia Gillard.

So it turns out, according to my dream, that she lives in Tolland heights.
She invited me in, made me a cup of tea and was curious to know if I still worked at Wagga Family Support.
I stood and chatted with her while she was getting ready for work.
Her three children (?!) were in the lounge room watching The Wiggles.
(I can no longer look at the word wiggle without the L looking wriggly.)
For some reason it was all very normal that she knew me. It was as though she was a relative.

I didn't get to find out if the short cut was effective. (David had woken me up before that point by jumping on me.)
I'm probably not going to try it.

Pandoras and Vagina Tees

2010-09-02T17:53:00.000-07:00

Did you know that I work in a clothing store?

It's true.

I do.

And like most retail outlets, we get odd balls.

Most days, the odd balls are the ones behind the counter.

Some days though...

Recently, my boss, Kellie ducked out to grab a coffee.

While she was being served, a woman approached her telling her just how lovely she looked.

She was flattered and thanked the woman thinking no more of it.

The woman then took some business cards from her handbag and handed them to Kellie.

Not just two or three, but a large stack of business cards. She then informed Kellie that she was a gemstone and Pandora charm seller.

Kellie smiled, nodded, grabbed her coffee, came back to work and relayed to story to me.

Close to an hour later, the Pandora seller comes into our store with one of the cleaners that works in our building.

As she blabbered on about the genuine crystals and the beautiful charms that the cleaner was wearing on her incredibly gaudy bracelet (purchased from her, of course) I picked up one of the display bracelets filled with Pandoras to have a closer look.

The first of it's stunning features that I noticed was that the charms were not actual Pandoras, but rather imitation charms.

(I would describe the quality as "$2 shop", Kellie says more like "found in the bin")

That's ok. Plenty of stores sell imitations. She probably shouldn't tell people that they are Pandoras, though.

The second draw card of this breathtaking item was it's gemstones. The fluorescent orange ones really caught my eye, Kellie said that her favorite was the one coloured like a bumble bee.

Sure, plenty of stores sell plastic shaped like precious stones. They probably don't market them as genuine gemstones, though.

Now, the real kicker was the crystal charm!

"Real crystals" we were told.

The charm was a plastic circle coved in crystals... or rather, pieces of iridescent glitter that looked as though they had been stuck on with PVA glue.

They were all so beautiful!

Throughout the whole spiel, Kellie and I were biting our lips, nodding and trying very hard not to look at each other. Once the women had left, we burst into a fit of laughter that lasted for the next half hour.

Kellie tells me that her favorite moment was when the Pandora seller introduced herself to me and I just stared at her, wide eyed and vacant.

I tried to explain that I couldn't understand what she was saying and I did mumble some sort of reply, but by the sounds of it I looked like a deer in the headlights.

On a side note. If you are looking for the perfect gift this Christmas, Kellie has some business cards you might be interested in.

Now, while were on the subject of my work place, last week we received some new spring clothing.
One of the items is a t-shirt with a fake pocket.
The "stitched pocket detail" - as it's referred to on the website - looks a little suss.

Now, is it just me or...

Hi Damiano

2010-09-01T05:14:00.001-07:00

I'll put a new post up shortly.

Whilst in Africa....

2010-08-20T00:49:00.000-07:00

I was telling my boss this story the other day at work and it reminded me of some of the stupid things I had done as a teenager.

During year 12 in high school, I had about four assignments due in the same week.
I wasn't really into doing school work and much preferred spending my time playing guitar or sleeping.
One of my assignments was an essay on cultural differences around the world, and since I didn't really care much about the mark I was getting, I was sure I could find a pre written essay on the internet that would be close enough to the topic to get me by.
After about an hour of scanning the web, I came across an essay on the differences between tribal African and modern western cultures.
Fantastic!!
I read the first paragraph and was pretty stoked on how relevant it was to the topic.

Ctrl C + Ctrl V
Add name to top of page
Print

A week later my teacher approached me in class with a big smile.

"Sarah, the head teacher of the department has just finished marking your essay and he would love to talk to you about it!"

So, off I went to the staff room.
Knocked on the door.
Asked to speak with the head teacher.

"Sarah!" He exclaimed, looking overjoyed.
"I've just read your essay! I am very impressed"

"Really?" I asked.

"Really!" He replied. "I can't believe the extent you went to, to gather all of this information!"

"Oh, it wasn't too much." I said modestly while trying to hold back my massive grin.

"No, no... Please let me read the part that really caught my eye!

Ahem... 'Whilst in Africa, I noticed that the tribesmen....' "

...

"So, you went to Africa, Sarah?"

"Uhmmm.... no."

"No?"

"...no"

"May I suggest, next assignment, give it a proof read before handing it in?"

"Yeah, that's a pretty good idea."

Don't mind me. Just taking notes.

Election day

2010-08-18T22:42:00.001-07:00

Your Lord and Master

2010-08-15T07:01:00.000-07:00

So, when I was eighteen I decided/realised that I was God.

Not in the God-of-my-own-destiny kind of way, but in the I-am-your-lord-and-savior-you-better-start-worshippin' kind of way.

I started on my plan for a new religion and made sure that my title was set in concrete - or rather, tattooed on the back of my neck.

Needless to say, once I came to terms with the general population's apathy/skepticism, I lost interest and the whole scheme fell to pieces.

Except for one part.

The tattoo on the back of my neck.

That didn't go anywhere.

So now when my hair is up, it gives people the impression that I am religious.

Not just religious, but one of those hard core, christian, douche bags, who plays in a christian metal band and carries on about how "X-treme" their love is for the lord.

If I could go back in time, I would find my eighteen year old self and punch me in the back of the head.

COMPETITION!!

If you can think of a design to transform my stupid mistake into something I'm no longer ashamed of, you will win my gratitude forever!!

(the best I can do is to put "I am not religious" and a little arrow above it. But there's really no wit or imagination in that)

So, come on folks! Design me something awesome!!

Michael McCormack wants my vote

2010-08-14T02:08:00.000-07:00

I received a letter in the mail yesterday from my local National Party candidate, Michael McCormack.
He wanted to let me know that he cares about the local youth.
He was a local youth once and his daughter is one now.
He says that if I vote for him, he'll fight for what I want.

Do you know what I want, Mr McCormack?
I want a local member who doesn't have a history of using their journalistic freedom to publish homophobic rants.

So, does that mean that if I vote for you, you will make sure people like that don't become my voice in the House of Representatives?

I hope so.

But, I don't think so.

My Campaign Promise to You

2010-08-10T04:29:00.000-07:00

Hi, my name is Sarah Miller and this election I am making you a promise.

A promise that I promise to keep.

A promise for the benefit of all Australians.

This election, your vote counts and that is why I make this promise.

If this August the 21st you walk into a voting booth and choose to vote The Family First Party,

I promise that I will think of you as a dumb arse until the end of my days.

I will call you a dumb arse.

I will tell your friends and family that you are a dumb arse.

And I will more than likely throw up a little bit in my mouth to think that I know such a dumb arse.

So, come on Australia!

Do your country a favour - Don't be a dumb arse!

You're better than that!

A vote for Family First is a vote toward stupidity

Birds make great pets

2010-08-05T05:40:00.000-07:00

Have you ever wanted to keep a bird as a pet?

Well you should! They're just great!

Why are they great?

Well, I've made you a list:

1. They're placid, gentle creatures.

2. They're quiet and generally keep to themselves

3. They don't eat a lot.

4. Self cleaning. Low maintenance.

Now that I've shown you the benefits of having a bird, I imagine that you would just love to own one right away.

That's great!

I HAVE A FREEKIN' COLD

2010-08-03T05:14:00.000-07:00

I didn't realise the caps lock was until after I wrote the title.

But, yes, its true, I have a cold.

I've had it for five days now and it doesn't seem to want to go away.

It's very difficult to explain what I feel like when I have a cold, so I have decided to draw pictures to demonstrate:

Me without a cold

Me with a cold:

Standard Procedure

2010-07-15T21:35:00.000-07:00

I've just spent the last two weeks on the phone with my home phone/internet provider.
They can't connect my phone.
They can't explain why, but they can charge me for it all.

"So why am I paying $59.95 for a contract I'm already in?"
"Oh, it's standard procedure"
"What's the procedure?"
"We need you to pay us the contract fee before we sign you into a contract"
"I've been in a contract for two years, why do I need to sign a new one?"
"Standard procedure."

"My phone doesn't have a dial tone. Is this normal?"
"Yes, that's perfectly normal"
"Then how do I call the number you're asking me to enter if I have no dial tone?"
"We'll have to send someone to look at it. This will cost $139.95."
"I thought you said no dial tone was normal?"
"Yes, it is."
"Then why do I need to pay to have it looked at?!"
"It's a standard procedure."

And it continued like this....

...Until I went to The Department of Fair Trading...
Who couldn't help me.
But they gave me the number of the Telecommunications Industry Ombudsman, with whom I had a great chat with.
I explained how frustrating the whole ordeal had been and we had a good laugh at it all.
He took down everything, told me how many codes had been breeched and gave me a reference number to call Dodo and quote to them. He then gave me their direct complaints number and sent me on my way.

The complaints man at Dodo wasn't as cheerful.

"How did you get this direct number??"
"Telecommunications Ombudsman."
"Oooo... The big scary ombudsman! Do you have a reference number so that I can see the complaint??"
"yep, it's 12453....."
"......."

"...oh... May I put you on hold for a minute please?"

The story ends with my contracts being cancelled at my request and three months worth of home phone and internet payments being refunded to my bank account.

So it turns out, the system works.

My hatred for Dodo is bigger than their womanising, badly drawn mascot.

Assets

2010-07-11T22:56:00.000-07:00

Just finished the Tentacle Threads magazine ad.
I'm kinda happy with it, but not ecstatic.
I miss illustrating. I should probably do it a little more.

Beninie

2010-07-07T19:48:00.000-07:00

I have a new beanie.
You want it.

Juliet

2010-07-04T04:34:00.000-07:00

I love Julia Gillard and was soooo... happy to hear that she was becoming the new Prime Minister!
I nearly cried in her speech.
I also sent her a "congratulations and Good Luck" card. I hope she liked it.
I wish I could take her out to dinner one evening.
I would wear my new pretty silk dress that I don't own yet.
We could go out to somewhere near her work. I'd imagine she wouldn't have much time, she's a very busy woman.
Then we could compare items on the menu and talk about how we hate being called "Ranga", because calling people names on account of their hair colour is just another form of racism. She'll probably tell me that she was called "Bluey" as a kid and doesn't mind that and I'll agree. I never really minded being called "Bluey" too much either.
I guess afterwards, we'll have a glass of wine and chat for a bit, then I'll invite her back to my hotel room for more drinks but she'll decline because she has to get back to work.
I'll understand.

He's good for it

2010-07-02T05:40:00.000-07:00

My seventeen year old brother has just finished his first week of work at the local abattoir.

His first pay arrived in the bank yesterday and he now sees himself as a member of high society.

His weekly shopping list was as follows:

1x4 pk Red Bull energy drink

1x4 pk Mother energy drink

1x crtn Longbeach "rich" cigarettes

1x KFC Wicked Wings value pack

Today I went over to visit. He was wearing mum's scarf as a cravat under his dressing gown.

Diagram of David Whittaker

2010-06-30T05:05:00.000-07:00

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Keywords

2010-06-29T02:46:00.000-07:00

Something came up in conversation last night about attention spans.

I can't really remember, I wasn't paying much attention. What I do remember though was David saying something about how I don't really listen when people speak.

I do listen, just in my own way.

I explained that I tend to drift off with out noticing so I've learnt to underline keywords that I hear and form a new sentence from those.

"You rude arsehole!" he exclaimed.

Note: David did not find this funny.

Welcome

2010-06-26T04:36:00.000-07:00

I can't imagine this blog will be as "daily" as the title suggests.

Time will tell.