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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.

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Kate Brownes Pub

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Dean and Nigel

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Friday, August 16, 2002  

For all those 2 or 3 people that keep up with my irregular rants on Panphobia I must update you all since my last somewhat pannicky sounding last post I did indeed survive my first experience at letchering. The first night was without doubt hideous. I felt like I had fallen into some weird time vortex where I felt like I had been talking solidly for an hour but when I looked up only another 5 minutes had slid past.....ohhhhh nasty. I did avoid taking them to a bar but I must confess it was tempting at one stage. Really don't know how the class put up with watching three hours of me sweating, shaking and ranting.

Fortunately this week was much more of a success. I found myself whipping around the room pointing and asking questions, writing on the board and even saying things like "I'm not going to start talking until you all pipe down" (oh dear - thanks Mrs Carroll yr nine english for that one). So all is well. I guess we've all had plenty of experience watching teachers in action - it's just a worry when you start behaving like them!

Soooooo glad it's the weekend. Last weekend was weird, I am writing an article of weddings and last weekend I had to attend the Bridal Expo (words cannot describe how hideous it was..."hiya do ya want to go in a competition to win a free Hens noight?) then to top it off I had to go to a real wedding (my cousins). Highlight was during my uncles speech my 94 yr old going deaf Grandpa says to my brother "he's pissed - he's been pissed every day for 20 years" in a voice that can only be described as a quiet bellow. He then went on to tell my brother all about his cousins (all women) and how off-beat they were: one married an orthodox jew, one married a Dutch sailor and one was a lesbian and ended up living happily with 'a little blonde.'


4:44 PM

Thursday, August 08, 2002  

I had two coffees and now I am freaking out. Our office massage guy has just been around so I shelled out 11 bucks for a massage and I'm still freaking out. I am DREADING getting up in front of this 30 odd group of people tonight to play teacher. Cannot wait for it to be tomorrow and all over. Am thinking that if the worst comes to the worst I will have to do what Carrie from Sex in the City did when she taught a class (Jen's suggestion). She took her class to a bar...to meet people. Perhaps I could do that and call it networking skills. Only problem is that I don't think there are any bars in St Leonards! Stupid North Shore.

11:32 AM

Tuesday, August 06, 2002  

For the next four weeks I have been contracted to be the Sponsorship and Marketing lecturer at an institution that shall remain unamed for fear of scaring off the students. I am freaking out - I have to keep a room full of people entertained for three whole hours once a week. I mean I know I like to talk but really........even I'm going to run out of steam. DUnno how real teachers fill five days a week. My first class is only a few days away and I'm already having nightmares. Last night I dreamt that I was so short I couldn't see over the lectern and as I started talking everyone started yawning and wandering out of the room.

3:31 PM

Thursday, August 01, 2002  

While the rest of Sydney was in a frenzy over the whales that came to visit us in the harbour causing traffic jams and ferry jams, me and my collegues sat in our office in a state of absolute ignorance. You see, at the moment our windows are covered with scaffolding and we can't see out. At about 3pm yesterday Brooke said "why don't we pop outside and see if we can see the whales" my response was "oh I can't be bothered, there's no way we would be able to see them from here."

In today's paper they have a picture of two of the little lovely little blighters leaping and frolicking in the water literally metres from where I sit at my desk. The time? 3pm.

11:49 AM

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