things I know

There are many things I know, some I have learnt just recently. Let me share them with you.

Sydneysiders are lame
I have a strong, strong dislike for people who live in Sydney. Let me clarify that. I don't hate people who were born in Sydney or lived (past tense) in Sydney. I just hate those who live in Sydney now, commute from Sydney, live their Sydney life in not Sydney. Sydneysiders who come to Orange (ok, I won't limit it just to Orange) and talk about lame Sydney stuff. I don't care where you club in Sydney, I don't care about your bag/frock/shoe obsession, I don't care whether you live(d) in the Inner West or North Shore (cos no other Sydneysiders make such a big deal about where they live). I just don't care. Sydney is overrated and most certainly not the centre of the universe.

People matter
I interviewed a woman whose son was killed in a car crash six years ago. She was talking to year 11 kids about road safety. Her story was just one story that belongs to many bereaved people. But she said one really poignant thing: "everything you thought was important; it's not important, people are important." It's been one of those weeks where I wish I had have been in Perth. Felt I should have been in Perth. Actually felt guilty for not being in Perth. People matter, and really what else should matter? I feel guilty for not being where the people who matter to me are. Incredibly guilty.

The gym is good
I've been going to the gym of late because... well I live about 100 metres away from the gym and it sure beats sitting around at home after work and I feel as though I have some semblance of fitness. There's nothing quite like cranking up the iPod and going on the cross-trainer.

Stupid stories get the most praise
The lamest story I did this week was a quick fix story that I did to meet a deadline. It got Editor's Choice. And while it was funny (and you get to hear me getting my arms waxed), it wasn't a ground breaking, life changing story. I hate the fact that I have to make an idiot of myself to do 'what's considered to be a good story.' A previous story of mine that got Editor's Choice involved me talking about getting a wedgie.

There's no time like the present
I know this, I've just got to put this into action. I'm packing up my belongings in Orange for a reason. That reason is that there's no good reason to stay and at least two other places I'd rather be. It's time to draw a line in the sand and move on from Orange.

It's saving, not savings
I know I'm a grammar nazi to the extreme sometimes. But please, please, please it's Daylight Saving, not Daylight Savings.