cafftastic!

Lately, a lot of (some) interest has been happening in my world. So, I've come to share.

Waddup.

Holidays began about two weeks ago. I spent the first few days in Westport with Suzanne and L8n. It was nice. Nichola had to work most the time because Dad's not exactly the most helpful after he's up and left, so we had the kids for the most part. We trekked out to mini golf, the seal colony I never knew existed, Carter's Beach, through Waimang., and ended up in Granity at one point. Basically, we covered all the bases. It was hectic, but fun. I leant two things while I was away:
1) Never ever having children.
2) I'm not as exciting as Suzanne is to the kids. She takes them places, spends money on them etc. I just turn up and stay for a while. I think I'm more of a sister than a baby sitter haha.

Last Friday I had to do STOCKTAKE. Fuck me, that's unexciting. Best part is, it wasn't for my work*, or raising any money for me. But being the lovely sister that I am, I volunteered to help my sister's Tourism Course to raise some money for their overseas trip by counting and scanning books, pens, and paper. Needless to say, I had the time of my life. Ahem.

Roll around to this week and my 4 day course started. Yesterday, infact. It's called Media Bites. It's a introduction to journalism of all kinds, though mainly television. First day I was put in the wrong group and spent hours learning how to assemble a tripod, how to use big fancy news cameras, and boring shit like that. Today we hit the streets. Filming interviews, bits to camera and getting the publics opinion. Which did prove a bit of a mission. What the fuck is so intimidating about a GOD DAMN CAMERA? Our broadcast isn't even going to be on real tv, people, just give us your opinion!

In the end we got enough, and all is well. Tomorrow will be spent finishing bits to camera, voiceovers, filming cutaways, capturing the footage and editing. Full on. Thursday will be presentation day. Which, basically means we get to watch the news. OUR news. Each pair has filmed two short news bulletins and two people are auditioning to be the news desk peeps. It should be fun. Plus, we were promised pizza.

The tutors on the course, though, are something different all together. Pervy as fuck. I have ample bossom/nice boobs, so I like to wear tops that show them off politely. I did so today and wore a nice million chain necklace. By the end of the day, some of the chainds had fallen down my boobs and some hadn't. Pervy Perry (big, fat, bald tutor) decided to fix this by shovelling his filthy hands down my boobs and pulling them out. Because that's totally okay with me and shit.

Douche.

I'm now trying on clothes to wear tomorrow that cover my rack up. Right now I feel ridiculously oldschool:

Ignore the look of weird on my face, and the even weirder pose, I was just trying to get the outfit in. It looks half okay, however my boobs are suffocating and I just don't think it suits me. BUT, if it keeps Old Man Feelinu-Up out of there, then that's just fine.

*I should have a job next week!