Earlier this month I reached the amazing milestone of 3-0, it is still quite surreal to think that I am now in my thirties. I sort of understand why some people are terrified of turning that age, as you start to think about things that you haven't accomplished by that age. Most of the time it is fine, I don't even think of my age, usually it hits me while I am out clothes shopping and I have to ask myself 'maybe I shouldn't be wearing that style of clothing, as I am not 17 any more'. I am not sure if that is what people fear, but I am scared that I am going to start looking like mutton dressed as lamb. I don't know why though. I think sometimes that maybe I have watched too many movies in my life. Nah... that can't be it :-)
So I had a lovely sort-of party, I still prefer to call them gatherings, which I stems from that nervousness of wondering if anyone is actually interested in coming to a party of mine, a gathering is fine if only 3 people turn up but if you have a 'Party' and only 3 people turn up, it's classified as a bit of a failure. I don't mind only hanging out with only 3 people especially if they are good friends, I can have a really good time with only 1 good friend too, but I wouldn't call them parties.
But after all this rambling, I have to say that more than 3 people turned up to my party. I underestimated how many wine glasses I needed, but there was plenty of alcohol and food. I think in the end I ended up with more wine than what I started with and we drank a fair amount too. I was pleasantly surprised that most of my work mates came, especially since I had only been there for 2 months, and I they all said that they had a great time. Only one wine glass was smashed, and I must admit that I was amused by Brad (the guy we live with), as I hadn't realised how much he had to drink until everyone had left and I noticed that he couldn't walk in a straight line. I haven't seen him that drunk in a long long time. He was feeling a little worse for wear the next day. I still have a scarf left behind that I am not sure whose it is.
Since then work has been hectic, I have been taking training classes by myself now, and too my constant amazement I seem to be getting good feedback, even though occasionally I lose myself in a menu or trip up over my own tongue. From comparing my class to ones I have sat in though, I think that maybe I try to get to know the people a bit better and get some humour going, maybe I will lose that after training a lot of them but I do like to connect with the people taking the course.
Jen and I (work mate) went to a full day 'Women in Mining Western Australia' (WIMWA) event over a week ago. It was nice to get away from the office and represent at the conference. It was a good day, we snared many a pen from the different stalls. No pen shortage in the house these days. The talks were quite diverse, some were better than others. There were a couple where I was left with a feeling of 'I have no idea what the whole point of that talk was'.
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