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Not negotiable...

You know what really pisses me off? Cheap skates!

About a week ago, I listed three pieces of furniture at more than decently low prices. I thought people would actually jump at the chance of getting these really nice bits of furniture (ok, a steel cabinet can't exactly be described as 'nice' but it really is in good condition). There have certainly been a few bites...

However, without fail, every single punter has asked if I'll negotiate the price. Most have wanted 50% off. FIFTY PERCENT! I'm sorry, what? The price is already excellent. You couldn't get this furniture cheaper anywhere else - seriously, I checked the going rates and cut below them. But hey, cheap skate, go ahead and ask me to lower my price even further. Make my day.

I should have marked them up - anticipated the hagglers. Or put 'not negotiable' on the listing.

At this point in time, I'm looking for suggestions of charities to offer this furniture to...

The Night before Workmas...

I start work in the morning and I'm wide awake with adrenalin coursing through my veins. My friend Robbie would tell me to get off the bloody computer - but what does he know, right?

Luey is keeping me company, he's put a load of washing on and is determined to wait until my clothes finish drying to put his in the dryer - that'll be at about 2am.

I've spent most of this evening cramming JAWS so that I have at least *some* idea of how to find my way around the work computers without relying heavily on my vision. I've had too many migraines recently, and really I should have learned JAWS months ago. I kept meaning to. I was going to do it this year in preparation for getting a job. The job came along a little bit earlier than I expected - a lot earlier than I expected.

I think I can get around fairly well - which is a bit like saying I've learned the alphabet and can read words like cat and dad, very slowly. I'm sure I'll get the hang of it quickly thoug…

Humbled...

The other day I replied to a post on Facebook saying that this job would take our family above the poverty line for the first time in eight years. Of course, I've been celebrating this fact in my head for almost two weeks now, but this morning I feel humbled, actually humiliated by my own mindset. This morning two people on my Facebook stream posted two separated articles about entitlement. These two people don't actually know each other, they are in different circles of my friends, so there was no collusion.

I can't help but think this was a bit of a wake up call to me from the Universe. Poverty is relative. The poverty level in Australia is wealth in the most of the rest of the world. In my Australian poverty I have education, a car, access to the internet, sufficient food on my table (and then some), I have so much in my home in the way of things that I actually feel like I'm drowning and I'm currently in the process of purging some of the excess.

What poverty?

Preparations..

The last few days have all been about preparation. With only 6 days to go until I start work, I need to get ready in a number of ways. Being that this is a full time role, I won't be home most of the day on weekdays. I'll be leaving home around 7-7.30 and getting home around 6.30-7pm. Therefore Dave will be doing everything on his own at home. I really won't want to spend my weekends dragging this house back into order after everything has been left to slide during the week (and believe me it does get left to slide when I'm not around to kick arse).

So, aside from spending more of Tuesday and Wednesday, at Kensington (I'll be there again today) trying to get my head around using JAWS, I've also be decluttering - as I mentioned in an earlier blog post. I've packed up 9 boxes worth of stuff we don't use or enjoy, and I also have two large bags of clothes and scarves that aren't bringing me joy (I tend to only wear them when everything else I have is …

How I loathe you, let me count the ways...

I got up at 7am yesterday. I worked all day, decluttering my house of the equivalent of 9 boxes of STTUFF. I filled out about a bigzillion forms for this job - what's with that, didn't it used to be just the superannuation form?

And yet, here I sit at 3.30am wide awake.

Insomnia how I LOATHE you!


I loathe your persistent intrusion on my sleep and my life.I loathe that the more I fight you, the more you hang on.I loathe that you know I have a very long day ahead of me, and you Just. Don't. Care.I loathe that your contempt for my well-being will most likely result in a migraine by tomorrow afternoon.I loathe your laughing in the face of my camomile tea.I loathe your long memory for everything past mistake.I loathe your insistence on bringing up ridiculous inspirations that you should have mentioned before bed time - you know, like this bloody blog post.I loathe that you will probably skip away about an hour before I have two get up with a cheery, 'See you later!' rath…

Declutterbug...

Let's talk about decluttering.

I am known to be an avid declutterer. Dave literally lives in fear of me saying the words, 'I'm going to get a skip.' He has learned though, that resistance is futile. Starting at the beginning of last year, I've slowly been decluttering the house. There was a pretty big purge last January which involved going through the cupboards being what I called at the time 'ruthless'. However, in the past few months, I've come to realise I really did hang onto a lot of stuff that we don't ever use.

I adopted the Konmari approach to organising some things - mostly my clothes - and that has stuck. I get a lot of pleasure out of folding clothes, anyway, but doing it Konmari style and being able to easily see and access my clothes is very rewarding for me. I've overhauled my wardrobe in the last year as finances would allow and now 90% of it is monochrome, everything worn outside the house is grey or white now - except one jumpe…

The learning never ends (she says stating the obvious)...

It's a bit redundant to point out that we never stop learning. I mean, everyone knows that, right? For me, however, so much of that learning seems to be formal learning of one kind or other. For example, for the past couple of years I've been learning to read braille, and just as I have gotten to the end of all the 'new' stuff - just as the formal part of the lessons conclude and we move onto some fun reinforcement work, I'm confronted with a whole new world of adaptive technology.

In preparation for working, I've just started learning how to navigate the most common screen reading program on the market (some would say the best on the market). It's call JAWS, which stands for 'job access with speech'. Basically, it's a program with an extraordinarily long list of commands to assist people who are blind or have low vision navigate the contents of a computer screen, whether it be in a word document, an excel document, or the internet.

Just for fu…