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Hey Guys, Hey! It's me again, your friendly inconsistent blogger.

Obviously because I'm here it's because either shit has gone down and I need to have a really passive aggressive vent orrrrrrr I've quit my job, have countless hours of free time and am sitting on the sofa in my undies eating corn chips again. I'll let you make the assumption of where my life is at right now.... DON'T JUDGE ME!

Just kidding you can judge me, I regret nothing!

K so, now that I have your full attention focused where I need it to be - on my life - I've decided to try once more to be consistent!!! I know, I know, it's not likely, but points for trying, right?

Ya, its exciting. So let's de-brief a little as a few lil things have gone down to get me to where I am feeling ready to blog again..

I don't remember where I left off (a whole year ago- oops) but it all started when I went to Europe in the sumer of 2017 for a bit.... just kidding again! Going to Europe is completely irrelevant to where I am today.. I just wanted to gloat a little because I did totally do that and it was COOL AS SHIT!!! ...
But actually, I left the medical industry (not that I've even ever spoken about that) to work in an entirely different industry. TBH, contrary to my age, I have had about 100 years experience in Medical so it was about time for me to try something new.
The goal was to try to find a job that was more suited to my personality.. You know, more fitting to me... Well, I found it! Guess what it was.... YOU'RE RIGHT IT WAS WINE!!! So clever of you! Go you!
It was fab. I loved it. Buttttt my boss was a dick so I threw the towel in last Tuesday. Because who needs a stable income and cheap af wine when ya look like this... Kidding again - I use humour to hide the pain. Ha. Ha. Ha............ RIP ME.

Now I'm living the dream and never want to go back to work again. Is it becauae I am destined to be a Toorak Mum? Maybe. Or is it because I'm mentally traumatised and scarred? Quite possibly.

I keep applying for jobs on SEEK and then not calling people back when they call for interviews. Yes, realistically I probably should work or do something with my life. But also it's like, why work? Life's hard. I want to nap whenever I want. I don't want your crumby rules and OHS. I want to close my damn eyes when someone is telling me important information and not be criticised for being sleepy! DON'T TELL ME HOW TO LIVE MY LIFE JANET YOU DON'T KNOW ME.

You see, I have this problem where I am not particularly good at anything but also not particularly bad at anything. I am your average joe, with really great hair.  Besides that though, I also have no passions, no hobbies and no real drive to do really anything when its more than 23 degrees. Which makes it tricky because 1) summer and 2) Australia. 

The other day my jaw specialist.. Oh yeah, I have a jaw specialist now because I have a mad case of lock jaw.........Go ahead.... I'm waiting..... Make all the funnies you want, but just know that I officially have the best excuse to stinge on the BJs and there is absolutely nothing my boyfriend can say about it #summergoals.
Anyways, my jaw specialist was saying how I should focus on finding what makes me happy and do what I have to do to... I dunno...  to find inner... I dunno, inner something. It was hard to listen while he had his hands in my mouth... Lock jaw is fun.

My understanding is that I need to find what makes me happy then maybe my passions or whatever will find me. Apparently. Sounds like hippy jippy mumbo jumbo to me but APPARENTLY.

SO that's what I have been doing for the past week...

And now, after 6 whole days of soul searching, I know, with every ounce of my being, that love doing sweet FA. All day. Every single day. Like, I LOVE it.
Which I kinda already knew before.
Everyone keeps saying that I will get bored buttttttt I'm willing to put whatever money I have left aside on it and say I wont get bored at all.

Aaannyyywwaaayyyssss, I've been dabbling my feet in a few things of late. Turns out I also love wine more than I thought. Campbell's do this really nice Merlot, which I strongly recommend getting your little mitts on. I tried it once and now I cant stop thinking about it. It's like a fruit party in your mouth but also, if you drink it out of the correct wine glass (which I learnt all about- I swear your glass can change the flavour of your wine. Promise. I'm not making this up), you'll look super classy too. Win Win! I'm a real wine connoisseur.

On the opposite scale of things, turns out I don't have a lot of tolerance for being spoken to poorly. Five months actually, that's how much tolerance I have. After that it's a free for all and I apparently have no problems walking away from a sturdy income. Yolo? Is that still a thing?

After two failed jobs I had this moment of "is it me?" But just as quickly as I had that though, I had this sudden notion, and bear with the arrogance here.... I am a fairly decent looking, blonde, eager to please, young girl in a corporate environment... Ha! I am a living, breathing example of women being treated unfairly in the workplace!!! I'll explain this in another post. I have a lot of feels. I need time to put the feels into a legible state. I'm not crazy. I quit my last two jobs because I wasn't being treated fairly for the hours and work I was doing and was being criticised because a fully grown man wasn't capable of reading his own emails, text messages or calendar invitations. I quit because I was standing up for myself.
I AM WOMAN HEAR ME ROAR. But not actually roar because I don't like loud noises and also I am bound by a contract...

So yeah. Now I have all this free time.
So yeah. I'm going to try and blog more.
So yeah. I'm going to go make myself my fourth coffee of the day and eat some toast. Because I'm a mofuckin budgeter and want to stretch this lush life out for as long as possible.
SO YEAH!

Also, quick TY to my boyf who is busting his balls with two jobs so we pay rent on time. You tha tru MVP boo.

Xoxo kb
(I am gossip girl now) .