Daily fears from Kate

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Welcome to my blog where fear and phobias rule the day. My own phobias include, clowns, balloons popping, planes, planes crashing, planes filled with clowns crashing, planes filled with clowns holding balloons crashing....you get the general idea. Oh and although I love animals I hate them dressed up in clothes.

Other blogs that are friends of mine
My brother David

Sites I like

It's weird, it's funny, it's sad, it's beautiful, it's my favourite

He's weird; he's funny and another fave
Dave Gorman

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Sunday Life & SMH

Good astrology site us Pisces people are believers (when it suits us that is)

My pub
Kate Brownes Pub

These guys defy description
Dean and Nigel

They are painfully cool and they like Duran Duran to boot

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Friday, September 28, 2001  
Here's a quick thought for you all. As it warms up here in Sydney Town people can be spotted all over the city jogging, power walking and looking increasingly desperate about baring their flabby, pasty white bods as summer approaches. One thing is missing this year......the Razor scooter.

This time last year you could pretty much guarantee every mid forties pin striped mid life crisis could be seen zooming smugly around the CBD trying to reclaim their youth and putting my ankles at serious risk of a nasty collision with sharp metal. This year, I have seen exactly one scooter. How does this happen? How does everyone decide at the same time that scooters are no longer the go? And just exactly where are all these unloved and abandoned scooters now? Are they lying neglected in the backs of cupboards or shoved carelessly under beds collecting dust? Perhaps they have been dumped by uncaring owners on the outskirts of the city, turning feral roaming the streets in packs looking for unsuspecting ankles to bang into........
5:56 PM

Wednesday, September 19, 2001  
What a strange, frightening and uncertain week it has been. Checking the date of my last blog it is hard to believe that it has only been a mere 7 days since this whole miserable state of affairs began. For me, the sight of a passenger jet crahing into the WTC was like witnessing my nightmares brought to life in macarbe televisual technicolour. Speaking of televisual, I for one am suffering from major media overload and fatigue. At first to stop watching all the updates made me feel like I was "letting the side down". Even so, I've had to make a concious effort to stop.

The sheer amount of coverage already makes it hard for me to remember what constituted "news" before the crisis. Certainly the antics of Britney, Tom 'n Nicole and Penelope pale in comparison. It reminds me of how my mother told me that she asked her Dad during WWII what on earth the newspapers wrote about when there wasn't a war to report on?
3:04 PM

Tuesday, September 11, 2001  
Alrighty let’s get down to business. I believe it is time to share something of myself with you. Afterall I wouldn't want my blog title to be false advertising would I? Though today’s topic isn’t exactly a phobia or a fear but merely an interesting situation that may develop into fully fledged scary territory in the near future. Rest assured though, future phobias I will cover will include planes crashing, clowns, "little people", birds flying into my head and so on. This list is by no means exhaustive but I digress, back to today's special.

Here at work I have had a career epiphany. It appears that the less you know about something and indeed the less you give a shit about it the more likely it is that someone will think you are the most obvious and level headed gal for the job.

For example, after six months of busting my ass to get a break at work I became disillusioned, threw in my girly swot towel and decided to concentrate on decidedly uncareer enhancing activity such as surfing the net all day, swanning in late and leaving early. Magic. Life was suiting me well. Then totally unbeknownst to me I discover (alas far too late) that my behaviour appears to be exactly what management thinks is needed here. Before I know it I am given ‘more responsibility’ and even worse, being shunted off into meetings where my opinion is being sought. There is only one hitch – I still don’t give a toss and worse than that I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING.

Definitely suffering from Impostor Syndrome methinks. However I think I’ve found a couple of ways around the problem. One is the aforementioned typing furiously and frowning a lot (this works well at your desk and especially well for blogging) The other (and this is a great one in meetings) is to write copious notes (write about anything, I even like to draw pictures) but the trick is to furrow your brow in the manner of wrestling with a complex intellectual issue in one's head.

My main trick however is to mumur "mmmmm" a lot and then nod enthusiastically whenever the most dominant person in the room speaks up. It doesn’t matter if you agree with them or have even listened but it will ensure you look authoritative and besides the person speaking will probably like you all the more for siding with them. It is then very important to walk out of the meeting room with that person making sympathetic noises while they bitch about the other people in the meeting and the state of the organisation. Then be sure to scurry back to the office clutching papers and looking stressed even if not.

Have been trying this technique out for most of today. It seems to be working rather well. Perhaps it’s a case of fake it ‘til you make it. Give it a try in the office kids – but just don’t try it at home.

4:19 PM

Monday, September 10, 2001  
Beautiful, I'm imortalised in cranberry. Stay tuned.
5:23 PM

Okay still having probs
5:06 PM

Okay, deep breath and here I go. If you take a moment to notice the name of my wee blog you will understand why this is scary for me. I am sitting at my desk at work pretending to be engrossed in the delights of the annual report but instead I am embarking on the illicit delights I hope that this venture will bring me in the future. As for indulging at work, as a good friend said to me recently 'I figure if you make typing noises and frown occasionally it looks like you are doing work, it's really half the battle." So furrowing my brow I clatter on my keyboard, remember to breathe and post.......
4:56 PM

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