Spring is sprung
Sep. 2nd, 2006 06:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyThe first weekend of spring means one thing, and that is fifteen minutes westward - ho! - to Port Fairy for the second-hand book fair (but only after showering and drying myself with my delightfully thick and fluffy new towels). I live in hope of one day finding a dusty Antonia Forest novel tucked in amongst the Enid Blytons, but this year, as ever, left disappointed on that front. With an eye to holidays coming up in a few weeks, I shelled out a shiny gold dollar for a Georgette Heyer novel (ah, guilty pleasures), then two shiny dollars for Daphne du Maurier's Jamaica Inn, and made my cousin Jeanette laugh when I saw her investigating a stack of Biggles books by saying, "I am Mrs de Winter now" (knowing that Jeanette, being only a couple of years older than me, also read and watched Rebecca for Year 10 English with Mrs Ryan).
Since it was a beautiful spring morning we made a detour on the way home and took a turn round Tower Hill, the volcano that will apparently erupt and kill us all some time this millennium. Happily, that time was not today. Animals seen: no kangaroos, no koalas, no swans, lots of little, flittery birds and more emus than you could poke a stick at. One emu loped through the car park, pausing to stare into an idling car at eye-level with the delightedly terrified children in the back seat.
Once home, I had a chance to read the special Human Resources liftout in today's paper, which featured an article on the importance and desirability on "non-salaried solutions" (like concert tickets or an office masseur) to make "your employees love you a little bit more". Ugh. I'd rather be paid more - or at least work somewhere that doesn't feel the need to be loved.*
* Disclaimer: my current employer does not offer "non-salaried solutions", is not needy, and is an all-round super place to work. The above comments were offered in a general sense only.
Since it was a beautiful spring morning we made a detour on the way home and took a turn round Tower Hill, the volcano that will apparently erupt and kill us all some time this millennium. Happily, that time was not today. Animals seen: no kangaroos, no koalas, no swans, lots of little, flittery birds and more emus than you could poke a stick at. One emu loped through the car park, pausing to stare into an idling car at eye-level with the delightedly terrified children in the back seat.
Once home, I had a chance to read the special Human Resources liftout in today's paper, which featured an article on the importance and desirability on "non-salaried solutions" (like concert tickets or an office masseur) to make "your employees love you a little bit more". Ugh. I'd rather be paid more - or at least work somewhere that doesn't feel the need to be loved.*
* Disclaimer: my current employer does not offer "non-salaried solutions", is not needy, and is an all-round super place to work. The above comments were offered in a general sense only.
