T's FIFO Blog #5
I'm not sure if it's the dust in the air...
The huge panoramic spances that I may stare out to from time to time that make you as significant as an ant's calf muscle in the grand scale of things...
Or if it relates back to this whole 'fatigue' management thing whereby studies have been done on FIFO workers that show these longer than usual "working" days and amount of "working' days in a row/roster leave you in a mild state of delirium...
But I think I'm getting dumber!
Seriously!
During a recent swing home,
'catch-ups' with family and friends,
I found myself in conversations like...
"Wow - this is your Baby Shower shin dig - I thought it was your Birthday Party shin dig?!!?!?"
I clearly have not retained any references too that baking belly of yours over the past 8 months! So sorry!
"I thought you were moving to Melbourne?"
"I did - that was a year ago - I'm back - and you've seen me since, we caught up a few months back??!?!"
"What's the difference between a lamb and a sheep?"
Even by the end of the 4 hour road trip I was more confused and unable to resolve this one.
4 hours!
We learn about this kind of stuff in kindergarten when the teacher holds up those square "picture cards" and the class yells out...
"DOG"
"CAT"
"SHEEP"
"COW"...
And yet, here I am, having denied myself the privilege to Google it, as I believe if I can't figure it out for myself I don't deserve the right to have the answer at my finger tip.
Getting confused with all mobile things below knee level at your friends house and calling one of her sons by their dogs name...
...For the second time!
and
Revisiting the world of NSW public transport and thinking I was waaaaaaaaayyyy ahead of the game when deciding not to purchase a ticket from Hornsby to North Sydney...
because how are they going to stop you getting on the train?!??!
Like der....
I'm right here.
On the platform.
The train will be right there.
The doors will open,
And then I just step on.
Hello NSW Public Transport system, what a dodgy non functional system you have.
Foolishly forgetting to think the whole process through...
Of how do you get out of North Sydney Train Station when you don't have one of those stupid little tickets to stick in the automatic gates to get out!??!?!?
These moments of sheer brilliance depletion are on top on the other...
smaller...
less trivial...
issues such as,
Forgetting which side the blinkers V windscreen wipers are on.
If you're driving a manual or an auto.
Don't even get me started on which side the petrol cap is on!
How you're toaster works...
(wondering why the god damn bread is still JUST GOD DAMN BREAD even after you've boiled the kettle, hung clothes out on the line and come back into the kitchen and the bread it still just sitting in the little toaster with that top spongey line of crust staring up at you... laughing!)
Plus am I the only one bewildered when they first encountered those tiny tiny little swiper slots in debit card machines these days - which do not display a visible gap/slot! More of a softer malleable slot now exists!
And much like the sheep and lamb scenario mentioned earlier... Do you think I can figure out why Dorothy the Dinosaur is all cool and OK, yet Humphrey B Bear was banned from TV because he didn't wear pants??!?!
Dorothy - near naked dinosaur - OK...
Humphrey - near naked bear - Banned!
??!??!
So - like I said at the beginning...
maybe it's the dust,
the working hours...
Maybe it has to do with the fact that thinking is kept to a minimum on site.
There are signs to tell you where to go,
Signs to tell you where to wait,
Where to walk,
Where you can not walk.
Who to call,
Where to find tis bit of paper,
Where ot put that bit of paper,
What to wear,
Who's working in this area,
Who's working in that area,
What the food is you're staring at,
What the juice is in the container...
The fact that the only REAL decision I need to make each day is how I will get through the rest of the day if I do after deep analysis decide to eat all my food by 10:30am.
So, please,
be patient,
and gentle,
with me next time I am back in society.
But if somebody in the interim could help me with the whole sheep/lamb issue...
The huge panoramic spances that I may stare out to from time to time that make you as significant as an ant's calf muscle in the grand scale of things...
Or if it relates back to this whole 'fatigue' management thing whereby studies have been done on FIFO workers that show these longer than usual "working" days and amount of "working' days in a row/roster leave you in a mild state of delirium...
But I think I'm getting dumber!
Seriously!
During a recent swing home,
'catch-ups' with family and friends,
I found myself in conversations like...
"Wow - this is your Baby Shower shin dig - I thought it was your Birthday Party shin dig?!!?!?"
I clearly have not retained any references too that baking belly of yours over the past 8 months! So sorry!
"I thought you were moving to Melbourne?"
"I did - that was a year ago - I'm back - and you've seen me since, we caught up a few months back??!?!"
"What's the difference between a lamb and a sheep?"
Even by the end of the 4 hour road trip I was more confused and unable to resolve this one.
4 hours!
We learn about this kind of stuff in kindergarten when the teacher holds up those square "picture cards" and the class yells out...
"DOG"
"CAT"
"SHEEP"
"COW"...
And yet, here I am, having denied myself the privilege to Google it, as I believe if I can't figure it out for myself I don't deserve the right to have the answer at my finger tip.
Getting confused with all mobile things below knee level at your friends house and calling one of her sons by their dogs name...
...For the second time!
and
Revisiting the world of NSW public transport and thinking I was waaaaaaaaayyyy ahead of the game when deciding not to purchase a ticket from Hornsby to North Sydney...
because how are they going to stop you getting on the train?!??!
Like der....
I'm right here.
On the platform.
The train will be right there.
The doors will open,
And then I just step on.
Hello NSW Public Transport system, what a dodgy non functional system you have.
Foolishly forgetting to think the whole process through...
Of how do you get out of North Sydney Train Station when you don't have one of those stupid little tickets to stick in the automatic gates to get out!??!?!?
These moments of sheer brilliance depletion are on top on the other...
smaller...
less trivial...
issues such as,
Forgetting which side the blinkers V windscreen wipers are on.
If you're driving a manual or an auto.
Don't even get me started on which side the petrol cap is on!
How you're toaster works...
(wondering why the god damn bread is still JUST GOD DAMN BREAD even after you've boiled the kettle, hung clothes out on the line and come back into the kitchen and the bread it still just sitting in the little toaster with that top spongey line of crust staring up at you... laughing!)
Plus am I the only one bewildered when they first encountered those tiny tiny little swiper slots in debit card machines these days - which do not display a visible gap/slot! More of a softer malleable slot now exists!
And much like the sheep and lamb scenario mentioned earlier... Do you think I can figure out why Dorothy the Dinosaur is all cool and OK, yet Humphrey B Bear was banned from TV because he didn't wear pants??!?!
Dorothy - near naked dinosaur - OK...
Humphrey - near naked bear - Banned!
??!??!
So - like I said at the beginning...
maybe it's the dust,
the working hours...
Maybe it has to do with the fact that thinking is kept to a minimum on site.
There are signs to tell you where to go,
Signs to tell you where to wait,
Where to walk,
Where you can not walk.
Who to call,
Where to find tis bit of paper,
Where ot put that bit of paper,
What to wear,
Who's working in this area,
Who's working in that area,
What the food is you're staring at,
What the juice is in the container...
The fact that the only REAL decision I need to make each day is how I will get through the rest of the day if I do after deep analysis decide to eat all my food by 10:30am.
So, please,
be patient,
and gentle,
with me next time I am back in society.
But if somebody in the interim could help me with the whole sheep/lamb issue...
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