Shitty birthday.

Feeling shitty. Yesterday was by far one of the worse birthdays ever. All because of some volcanic ash cloud denying my flight back to Melbourne. It wasn't as bad though, I got to celebrate my special day with lovely friends, colleagues and Mark at a 2 star apartment paid for by greencross.

I guess I feel shitty because I felt like a distant cousin was more important than me today at dinner. Wishing you could have paid more attention to me. After all I haven't seen you in 5 months?

Everyone I spoke to today thinks I should stay in Aus and keep my PR. They don't understand that I am tired of my career path here. It's not good enough for me right now. Or ever. Until they stand in my shoes and see the stress I go through everyday, the hard work and little appreciation and most of all, the low pay, in my opinion, they have no right to tell me that I should stay here to keep my PR. Not unless I can get another job that has less stress with the same passion I have for.

I miss gandalf.... My poor baby..

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