Freedom Australia Can’t Provide the Goods

** Update** I received a call from Freedom on Thursday 19th March to discuss the status of my order. They offered either a refund for the missing items or a store credit if I chose to wait for the items (due in June apparently). I took the refund. There are too many conflicting stories for me to be bothered waiting until June only to find out it will be longer (especially with this virus as it is). The most interesting thing was that they mentioned this blog post which, at that time, I hadn’t posted anywhere other than on WordPress. So at least there was finally some customer service and an offer to return my money but I’d still advise looking elsewhere for now.

In December 2019, my partner and I finally achieved our dream of buying our first home. It’s nothing flash; a small three bedder with an average sized backyard with bushy outlook and, to our absolute delight, a swimming pool. Thrilled about not having to buy furniture that fit each new rental we lived in, we turned to Freedom Furniture to buy our outdoor setting and a new couch. Continue reading “Freedom Australia Can’t Provide the Goods”

 

The onslaught of pink advertising banners and sales on kitchen gadgets and preparation for stalls is in full swing which means only one thing – Mother’s Day is around the corner. That one day of the year that’s supposed to be about you but often ends up being about compromise, guilt and shattered expectations. Ugh. Continue reading “Not Mother’s Day Again!”

 

2017 was a hell of a year. A year of starting again in so many ways. And a year of adventure. At this time last year my scar from my surgery was still open in 3 places (still with 5 months of healing ahead) and the crushing heat in a stifling summer was killing me, as were the incessant hot flushes of menopause. I was learning how to manoeuvre in my old world in the new and strangely empty body I had brought back from hospital. Continue reading “Hello 2018.”

The lost art of accountability.

I have a major grudge against ALL my previous workplaces. Yes, ALL. These organisations and the individuals in them instilled in me a crazy ideology. They presented a framework whereby if I fucked up, I would be held accountable for said fuck up. They held me accountable for my actions, they trained me in policies and rules and procedures and if I made a mistake, I was counselled accordingly. It was in my job description that I was required to communicate with others who may be affected by my work and whose work may affect me.

It has been made clear through recent circumstances that this is fake news. I have been mislead. My previous workplaces took liberties and held my co-workers and I to a standard others simply aren’t held to. Continue reading “The lost art of accountability.”

Prior to 2016, the worst surgery I’d had was my tonsillectomy. While the surgery and hospital stay itself isn’t so bad, any adult who has endured this relatively simple procedure will tell you it’s an awful recovery. My overnight stay was followed by three weeks of painful and tiring recovery. Endone and bed were my best friends. But after a month I was back to normal and back at work. Continue reading “Fit as a fiddle?”

I loves me a musical!

 

When I’m feeling down (and there’s been a bit of that lately), I tend to turn to music. Sometimes I want something that is uplifting, sometimes I need something to make me cry. Other times I listen to Linkin Park to relieve my teen angst and reminisce about simpler times!

My most favourite music is from musicals! If you groaned or rolled your eyes you might as well tune out now because you are obviously a soulless person with poor musical taste. Continue reading “I loves me a musical!”

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