The job I never wanted

When I was a teenager I wanted to be the editor of Dolly.

My parents thought that was a crazy idea because I wouldn’t say boo to a goose.

They muttered something about me having my head in the clouds and signed me up for a secretarial course to learn how to type.

I have gone on to become an epic touch typist.

I suspect that I annoy the crap out of my co-workers because my fingers literally machine gun onto my (oddly loud) keyboard as I frenetically touch type articles.

As for my dream career, I defied the general consensus that I wasn’t cut out to be a magazine editor. (My year 10 work experience bosses in the advertising and newspaper industry agreed with my parents on my limited prospects.)

However, in that circular way the world works, I HAVE become a secretary, albeit a body corporate one.

It is a thankless task.

I was told when I reluctantly took the job that it would simply involve organising four meetings a year and their agendas.

That was a lie.

I am now on speed dial with an endless array of tradespeople.

My latest hell is the plumbing. There are tree roots in pipes, alongside the discovery that job that was done sloppily in the past, plus a weird drain out the front with a brick tower built over it (for some bizarre reason) and a cover that has to be cut off to access it.

WTF is that all about?

All these issues were raised by me – among other problems – at the body corporate meeting last night. I held the meeting at my apartment because getting anyone else to host is a punish and I couldn’t be bothered with the palaver.

After putting the same items on the last three body corporate meeting agendas, I thought it was time to push a few things through.

I am a woman of action, in addition to being one of words.

So I am finally getting some stuff done. But blimey it’s been a hard slog.

Thank heavens it’s Friday. Have a great weekend.

PS I can’t tell you how dirty I was to miss the Aurora Australis in Sydney on Wednesday night. I tiptoed out onto my balcony and all I got was the pic that’s at the top of this blog post.

Not a single swirl of colour.

Nada.

Song of the day: Cold Chisel “You got nothing I want”