Plain n Simple

 

here seems to be a constant Ora radiating from me or maybe it would be a neon sign that only I can’t see that reads, ‘FUCK ME OVER’! Above my head.  When it comes to somebody doing something that I need them to do, it’s always an uphill battle to get it done, I always have to ride their arse, however when the shoe is on the other foot, and somebody needs me to do something for them, all hell breaks loose, as I am expected to drop literally whatever I am doing and race to meet their needs.  It has reached the point for me of beyond boiling.  I am sick to death of being fucked around, fucked over and treated clearly like a fuckwitt.  As for these so called health professional’s I am far from impressed, they may go to university get some corn flake box degree, but honestly I ask you how the fuck can a shrink treat somebody when they themselves have never felt what the person they claim to be helping has to live with?  I am formally now of the opinion, that therapy is nothing but a con, it’s a giant waste of money and time, the therapist doesn’t actually find any solution that is some kind of magical revolution that is going to change how shit things are for you in life, you find it yourself through talking out loud whilst paying some dick head hundreds of dollars, who really doesn’t give a flying fuck.  After going through god only knows how many so called specialists in my life time, I have formed my above opinion from experience.  I am picking that the therapist that sees any one of you out there in the World Wide Web, wouldn’t have a fucking clue what you looked like.  I have never believed in things like rehab for instance, fact is once and addict you are always an addict, but this who flung dung rehab thing we have produced in our lives is simply a way of making ourselves think we are healed!  The fact is we are no less an addict after rehab than we were when we went in, we are simply fighting now to fight the urge to go back to using whatever we got our clever arse’s hooked on to begin with. 12 steps have to be the biggest load of shit since fuck the bible for goodness sake. 12 steps is designed for us to fail, and end up back at step one.   That’s just my thoughts on all the above right now, I am simply not the optimistic person that seems to think that every cloud has a silver lining, because reality proves time after time there is no silver fucking lining!  The glass is not half full, it simply was never full to begin with, therefore this cliché is another load of shit.  We believe what we want to believe yet neglect to see things for what they are.  We tend to call this human, I see it as plain stupidity.

Slumlord

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When you move in, the lessor, agent or provider

Must ensure the place is in good repair, is clean,

Fit for you to live in, is reasonably secure and

Complies with laws relating to health and safety

 

For residential tenancies, the Act specifies three types of repairs:

 

Routine repairs, emergency repairs and urgent repairs that affect tenant health and safety. In rooming accommodation or short tenancy agreements in moveable dwelling parks, only routine repair provisions apply.

 

 

Emergency repairs are defined in the Act. In an emergency repair situation, you can either apply directly to the Tribunal for an urgent hearing or may be able to arrange for emergency repairs to be carried out, up to the value of 2 weeks rent. Emergency repair provisions do not apply to rooming accommodation agreements or shorten tenancy moveable dwelling agreements. In the Act emergency repairs are defined as:

• A burst water service or a serious water service leak.

• A blocked or broken lavatory system.

• A serious roof leak.

• A gas leak.

• A dangerous electrical fault.

• Flooding or serious flood damage.

• Serious storm, fire or impact damage.

• A failure or breakdown of the gas, electricity or water supply to the premises.

• A breakdown of an essential service or appliance on the premises for hot water, cooking or heating.

• A fault or damage that makes the premises unsafe or insecure.

• A fault or damage likely to injure a person, damage property or unduly inconvenience a tenant.

• A serious fault in a staircase, lift or other common area of the premises that unduly inconveniences a tenant in gaining access to or using the premises

 

For us this would not be the case as the landlord of the property we had a 12 month lease on did none of the above which is outlined in the tenancy act in fact she has done the opposite, leaving us as a family to find alternate accommodation while she comes to the property unannounced and with no reason other than to harass and annoy.

My complaint to the Southern downs council was not only for us as tenants but it was made for the town of Maryvale who is also affected by the infestation of pigeons in the area.

The airborne dust that carries disease and parasites within it is an issue the town should be concerned about not to mention the eye sore that the property was prior to us taking the lease and returning the house to some form of liveable that was not an eye sore.

The previous tenants had dogs kids and clearly no standards when it came to the way they live or allow their children to live after scrubbing walls, dust removing weeds that were 4 foot plus tall, mowing grass picking up dog toys dog bones, and dog shit that was caked on the front veranda, painting the marks that were too severe to clean after scrubbing alone did not remove them we have made a vast improvement to the overall property.

However after making the complaint to council to have the issue investigated the landlord (also the owner of several properties in the town of Maryvale that are incomplete) took it upon her to evict us leaving us high and dry with no home.

After asking myself how and why this self-proclaimed business owner of 40 years could evict us the tenants from the property that is in such ill condition and subjecting a family to the harsh and very real disease that is carried by these feathered vermin I then began to get angry.

I am Angry at the landlord’s lack of duty of care, her ignorance, and her small town small mind mentality that she carries on her shoulders.

Then I wondered how many tenants has and does this landlord subject to these kinds of living conditions? Just how many tenants does she evict after 4 months of tenancy for causing her to have to conform to the legal standards outlined by the tenancy act of Queensland?

How many innocent families and people has and will this women continue to rip off and leave living in substandard living conditions that can and will affect their health safety and wellbeing?

No doubt moving is a pain in the side, but there is no way in this world I intend to stay under a roof that is a potential health and safety hazard nor am I going to allow my children to live in a house that rats run away from, because a business owner the owner of the house in question is too lazy to slack to for fill their obligation to tenants who rent from them.

I am certainly not about to let this women who thinks she is so cleaver so educated so worldly continue to make those tenants who rent from her or have rented from her live in housing that is below standards,

It is people like this women who give landlords in the private rental market a bad name, when the reality is, it’s a minority of landlords who are slum lords not a majority.

1 Step @ a Time

Over the past few weeks I have become a living walking fucking accident, today was the last straw when I found myself head first on barbed wire.

I literally lost the plot after I pulled my forehead off the spikes, stormed up the driveway and into the house, this is when I announced in no uncertain terms if I walked into or was tangled up one more fucking time in barbed wire I was fucking moving out! End quote.

This is only one of several accidents I have found myself having over the past few weeks, yet it was the straw that broke the camel’s back it was the final the last the I cannot take this shit anymore incident that would see me lose  my temper as I felt my blood boiling inside my veins.

I am covered in bruises, calla’s blisters and cuts, I have stood on a fucking nail, had a ute cage fall on my legs skinning my shins and ankles, I have fallen tripped and rolled my ankles on countless occasions, kicked boulders and found myself wrapped up in bloody barbed wire where I have been scratched and pricked more times than I can mention, I have nearly had my head taken off as barbed wire has sprung out of a tree as I walked past it and I have had a run in with a cactus bush or three when attempting to remove these dangerous bastards so my son didn’t hurt himself on them.

I have had stones flick up at me hitting me in the face and I have walked through some plant that I am allergic to making me itch from head to toe resulting in a rash, topped off with fucking lice in my hair from flying vermin that has taken the house next door and turned it into a giant fucking nesting hole for every pigeon to roost in across the great Australian divide.

So when I was to impale myself this morning on more barbed wire my temper had reached that point of exploding.

Apart from my temper tantrum today life out here in the country is still a life I am getting used to, the peace and quiet can and does drive you stupid, as the silence can and does become deafening.

Although I am somewhat fucked off and totally frustrated at the amount of accidents I am having of late, and I am sick to death of hearing my own voice echo off the mountains as I scream out with literally nobody to hear my cries, I wonder to myself how the hell people live out here for 45 years or more?

During the days I keep myself busy so I don’t literally go insane with the solace that country life offers, as I plod around in the garden, paint doorways and window frames, up cycle and do whatever I can to keep my body and mind busy.

Do I feel isolated? Yes I fucking do! Am I settling into life out here in the kuntry? No I am not, yet I smile and carry on so my boy and his dad have that feeling we all deserve of security as I bite my mouth often my lip fighting tears of frustration mixed with god only knows what mental emotion and carry on as usual to save face if nothing else.

Homesick?

Yes I am, homesick for a home where? Well this Is the million dollar question, it’s been so long since I felt at home somewhere, I forget where home is.

People tell me home is where your family is, I would usually agree, just not this time as I look around me and see nothing but mountains and green fucking trees grass and paddocks.

1 step at a time is the words I keep telling myself in my head over and over, one step at a time.

 

 

 

 

Ethics my Arse

I was sitting thinking as I read over the code of ethics and the changes that are made to this code of ethics for a social service worker, as I sat and read through this endless code of ethics and conduct it began to occur to me, there is a code of ethics in most things in our lives, its normally called morals I would assume.

However like most things we seem to each have our own personal views on what we do or do not choose to see as moral and or ethical.

I suppose each to their own, but as I continued to read into the new changes within the code of ethics, and my mind began to get numb at the thought of the never ending changes regardless of how insignificant they may be in my thought process, it has taken an entire committee of people from across the world overall to come up with this ethical rule book.

A total of 8 chapters from beginning to end.

These 8 chapters or revisions as they are called, include the first and last chapter, one being the introduction about the new code of ethics and the final of course being the conclusion.

Still that leaves a mind numbing 6 chapters of revision to go through.

So as I read through from introduction to conclusion, I started to see the significance of the main alterations and amendments that this code had incorporated.

Not that it had changed the word religious to spiritual, nor had it taken into account informed consent from a minor sorry I stand corrected, a child or young person, it was the significance of new values that had me scratching my head.

Firstly the words new values, as though these words meant nothing in comparison to the old values, I mean holy bloody moley.

Then it hits me a particular paragraph that states social workers will recognise and acknowledge and remain sensitive to and respectful of the religious and spiritual world views of individuals, groups and communities and social networks and the operations and mission of faith and spirituality based organisations. Fair enough, we are after all individuals therefore we all have some form of belief its natural however for it to have to be written in the ethics well it made me realise just how small the world and the minds within our world can really be none the less I continue reading.

I read on, social workers will participate in implementing culturally competent safe and sensitive practise, well I have learnt that in the field of any social work one should never assume therefore it got me wondering why the hell would this clause need to be rewritten it’s called human nature, maybe I was mistaken, maybe sometimes things really do need to be spelled out.

The list continues to go on, and on, and on, to the point I stop at social worker will provide a culturally safe service system in which all children families and communities feel safe, respected and which responds holistically to the context of family and community and I think to myself why in the hell would I attend 4 years plus doing a degree in something I believed in so much that I went onto university to be reading this ethics code that has been amended and changed altered and had inclusions for added provisions put into what I see as common sense and basic human compassion?

Really, why on earth a code has to spell out informed consent for children and young people is beyond me, a child’s parents and or care givers should have a right to know when and if there is cause for concern, at what age does a social worker have the right to choose what is right or wrong or socially acceptable in regards to another person’s child?

What gives somebody the so called right to make this decision for another person in the first place?

In my mind the idea of social providers or social workers is to help others not judge nor hinder them and make things in our daily lives harder than they already are, yet this code of ethics that needs to be re written every 7 years continues to have to spell out the basics that we as humans should have built into our beings.

For some reason it would seem it’s not a natural thing to have empathy and or respect for another human life apparently we need to have it changed altered and re written every couple of years to ensure that we do not forget the basic human needs.

With the added emphasises placed on indigenous issues that sadly would not have become issues for lack of any other words had the Anglo Australian in my country, not come to the land down under in the 1900’s and moved in on the natives of this country, short selling the indigenous people and their naivety taking their land and good will in place of a swap deal that the natives in Australia had no idea or concept of at the time.

Yet still to this day this moment governments world-wide are continuing to do what they have always done as they claim to make big changes to countries to their bills, health plans, pensions and ethics, yet somehow something’s never change.

In fact they become increasingly worse, however so long as we have a code of ethics that is re written and changed every so often I suppose that one should not worry too much about the facts, and how things have come to be so totally wrong in such a big world, because at the end of the day I suppose it all comes back to the whole politics of the situation, and how governments world-wide choose to address issues within their own land on ethics and political correctness.

Keeping in mind that we use the word spiritual now not just religious, we do not use colour or sex to refer to any person, and we must remember to claim that we care for an environment that we as people overall as a race have taken from the very mother that gave to us in the beginning of all time the mother earth, leaving her with nothing left to bear.

However as long as it is written in some code of ethics somewhere, then I suppose it will all work out environmentally friendly, and the world shall not end up one giant ball of gas that is inhabitable by humans as we know it to be today.

Presumption Is The Mother

I have said it before and I say it again being homeless is not contagious; it’s not a disease you’re going to catch by simply saying hello to a person in hardship.

 

Conditioning and stereo typing has had a huge impact on us as individuals overall, as we view being homeless as some form of a choice, I often hear people asking why the hell is he or she homeless? There are shelters they can go to and charities.

 

Let me inform those out there with that one eyed view of homelessness being a choice as though the person in that situation has chosen to live a life of humiliation, degradation and total misery! Yes there may be shelters there may be charities out there, but these organizations are not equipped for the supply of their services to meet the demand of people who need to access help.

 

People are being turned away each and every day due to organizations simply not having a spare bed for the night, or the ability to be able to help each and every individual that is out there doing it rough.

 

Each day hospitals will discharge patients who have had operations therapy’s such as chemo therapy and other procedures out of their care and onto the streets.

 

Nobody out there has chosen  to become homeless, nobody  out there has chosen to live and fight with all they have in them to survive from minute to minute making it through the days as they pass.

 

Having no home, is one hell of an eye opener as you begin to realize just what you once took for granted, the hot shower, the making a coffee, the fridge the light switch, wiping down your bench tops, the safety of the front door.

 

These are all things that are basic human needs, we all need food and shelter, and we all deserve to be treated like we are people regardless of our race, sexual preference or color, our age or what we believe in, not one man is better than any other, no matter how many degrees in education they hold, no matter who they may rub shoulders with, we are all the same.

 

We all bleed, need, cry, feel and we all breath, which is what has me so totally shocked at how people react when they see somebody who is homeless.

 

Some will stare, some will deliberately cross the road, move away, look away, others will pretend they did not notice, meanwhile, forgetting that a simple smile, a nod of your head as you move on past, can do more than a million dollars could do for a person who is at their all-time low point.

 

Many will hit rock bottom and stay there, become trapped there, and learn a new way of life, some will make it out of the lowest of the lows and back towards some form of what they may consider as normal, others will never wake to see the sun rise the following day.

 

The reality of homelessness people, is we are all two pay checks away from it, you, me the guy next door, the old man in his flat, the lady at the shop who serves you, whoever you are, or whoever you think you might be, you are two pay checks away from feeling the cold hard reality of the concrete as your pillow and the streets as your blankets.

 

Don’t fool yourselves into thinking that it can’t happen to you, that you have savings in that tiny bank account, you own your home free hold, you have the best job in this world, and your boss couldn’t possibly fire you, because you my friend are living in a fairy tale, and trust me from experience, happy ever after does not exist.

 

Keep in your mind that your presumption of a situation is not always how it actually is, never presume you know anything until you yourself have lived in the shoes of those your presuming have ended up in that position thanks to conditioning of the media and popular belief that has led us to see things through an overall one eye view.

 

Windows

They say our eyes are the windows to our souls.

This cliché got me thinking, my eyes as I describe them are mood eyes, similar to the mood ring.

With my mood my eyes will change colour from their natural green colour to a deeper green almost pure black, sometimes pale green, and others they are like a radioactive florescent green.

What I see through my eyes is not always how others view the same thing when they look at the same thing through their eyes.

Some people seem to have in their minds eye, this word association thing that goes with my name I suppose; they see something that I am simply not.

I am by far as shallow as a puddle, make no mistake about this, people however seem to say I discredit myself and am far deeper than any puddle they have ever seen, I state the obvious when I tell people straight out that I am not this nice person who is all sugar and spice.

In fact I am the opposite to what most people paint me in their creative minds eye.

On their canvas’s I am some angelic marvel, who knows all the answers to life’s fucked up questions and some miracle worker who is magic.

Fact is I am none of the above; I am an average girl trying to make it through the same shitty world the rest of us are in.

There is no use putting me on some high up their pedestal because trust me on this, I will fall from it, I am not great with the whole heights thing.

I’m not a girl who loves to wear high heels for no reason, in fact truth be told I prefer my good old stinky fluffy purple ugg boots, I am not a chick who likes to spend a million dollars on some fucking haircut, nor do I overly take my time in the mornings when splashing on that war paint make up shit.

It’s a quick splash over with foundation to hide the forming wrinkles and black marks under my eyes, followed by whacking on the good and faithful black eyeliner, followed by mascara, lip-gloss, and bang its done.

I’m not big on sparkles or glitter in fact both of these things kind of irritate the shit out of me, and truth be known give me my god damn jeans any day over a fucking skirt and itchy stockings.

Bra’s well there the most uncomfortable things known to the human race, and lacy undies, let’s just say I own them, but there not my favourite things to strut my arse in.

When out at a social function or party, I tend to fit more with the guys, not because I am some bimbo with my boobs bursting out, but because females simply don’t mix well with me and the feeling is too mutual on my side.

I am not a woman who is joyful at spending any amount of time in any kind of shop in fact I hate shopping and malls with a passion.

I pull my hair up out of my face and into a ponytail, I can’t be bothered fucking about with pins and pretty clips, yet for some reason people have some picture of this glamorous lady in their head.

The reality of it is as follows:

Lady and Angel do not go in the same sentence, yes I get my period, have breasts, and the other bits that women have, I also get the whole pre and post menstrual tension and stress thing the older I seem to get,

I am far from any girly girl on this planet, and am a realist rather than an optimist.

Optimism is a cop out if you ask me.

I don’t believe in white picket fences, I don’t believe in happily ever after and I sure as shit am no fucking miracle worker.

I do what I do as to how I do it is beyond me.

I quite often am rude and know it, I hate talking to strangers especially those who out of nowhere will come up to me in the mall and start telling me their life fucking story.

I have no hesitation in telling somebody off when they push ahead of me, or are simply ignorant without cause.

I am sarcastic and not afraid to voice it.

Yes I am guilty of having that human compassionate side to me, no matter how much I try to fight it.

I know right from wrong, and I know good from bad (for the most part).

It’s not rocket science after all to know when you’re doing the wrong thing by yourself or to others, yet there are so many selfish fuckers out there who continue to walk around pretending to know who they are, never admitting to themselves their just complete fakes, phonies and frauds.

I am who I am it’s as simple as that.

Windows

They say our eyes are the windows to our souls.

This cliché got me thinking, my eyes as I describe them are mood eyes, similar to the mood ring.

With my mood my eyes will change colour from their natural green colour to a deeper green almost pure black, sometimes pale green, and others they are like a radioactive florescent green.

What I see through my eyes is not always how others view the same thing when they look at the same thing through their eyes.

Some people seem to have in their minds eye, this word association thing that goes with my name I suppose; they see something that I am simply not.

I am by far as shallow as a puddle, make no mistake about this, people however seem to say I discredit myself and am far deeper than any puddle they have ever seen, I state the obvious when I tell people straight out that I am not this nice person who is all sugar and spice.

In fact I am the opposite to what most people paint me in their creative minds eye.

On their canvas’s I am some angelic marvel, who knows all the answers to life’s fucked up questions and some miracle worker who is magic.

Fact is I am none of the above; I am an average girl trying to make it through the same shitty world the rest of us are in.

There is no use putting me on some high up their pedestal because trust me on this, I will fall from it, I am not great with the whole heights thing.

I’m not a girl who loves to wear high heels for no reason, in fact truth be told I prefer my good old stinky fluffy purple ugg boots, I am not a chick who likes to spend a million dollars on some fucking haircut, nor do I overly take my time in the mornings when splashing on that war paint make up shit.

It’s a quick splash over with foundation to hide the forming wrinkles and black marks under my eyes, followed by whacking on the good and faithful black eyeliner, followed by mascara, lip-gloss, and bang its done.

I’m not big on sparkles or glitter in fact both of these things kind of irritate the shit out of me, and truth be known give me my god damn jeans any day over a fucking skirt and itchy stockings.

Bra’s well there the most uncomfortable things known to the human race, and lacy undies, let’s just say I own them, but there not my favourite things to strut my arse in.

When out at a social function or party, I tend to fit more with the guys, not because I am some bimbo with my boobs bursting out, but because females simply don’t mix well with me and the feeling is too mutual on my side.

I am not a woman who is joyful at spending any amount of time in any kind of shop in fact I hate shopping and malls with a passion.

I pull my hair up out of my face and into a ponytail, I can’t be bothered fucking about with pins and pretty clips, yet for some reason people have some picture of this glamorous lady in their head.

The reality of it is as follows:

Lady and Angel do not go in the same sentence, yes I get my period, have breasts, and the other bits that women have, I also get the whole pre and post menstrual tension and stress thing the older I seem to get,

I am far from any girly girl on this planet, and am a realist rather than an optimist.

Optimism is a cop out if you ask me.

I don’t believe in white picket fences, I don’t believe in happily ever after and I sure as shit am no fucking miracle worker.

I do what I do as to how I do it is beyond me.

I quite often am rude and know it, I hate talking to strangers especially those who out of nowhere will come up to me in the mall and start telling me their life fucking story.

I have no hesitation in telling somebody off when they push ahead of me, or are simply ignorant without cause.

I am sarcastic and not afraid to voice it.

Yes I am guilty of having that human compassionate side to me, no matter how much I try to fight it.

I know right from wrong, and I know good from bad (for the most part).

It’s not rocket science after all to know when you’re doing the wrong thing by yourself or to others, yet there are so many selfish fuckers out there who continue to walk around pretending to know who they are, never admitting to themselves their just complete fakes, phonies and frauds.

I am who I am it’s as simple as that.

Stop

Reblogged from Angel-Shoot-2-Kill:

Fail 2 C

 

I believe in treating others in the way you wish to be treated, therefore showing respect is something that should yet sadly often doesn't come naturally to people.

 

Does it really take that much to ask another if they are OK?

 

Is it the fear their reply may be no I am not OK and you may have to help the person in some way that stops us from asking this simple question or is it the fact we simply have become complacent and act as though if things don’t affect us directly or have any form of impact on our lives then things don’t matter therefore why bother asking somebody if they are OK?

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Want

We all want something in our life could be an object, or a promotion. It could even be a person

Most of the time tho, we always want something we can’t get why?

 

because thats just life.

 

thats reality

 

So, instead of whining and complaining how bout you just take your time to appreciate what you have in your life right now?

 

You may want new shoes, and some people out there don’t even have feet

 

You didn’t like dinner tonight, and some people out there don’t even have anything to eat.

 

You hate your parents? Some kids out there don’t have parents

 

Human Nature.. A bottomless pit of desire. We always  strive for more, we never get full.

 

That’s why we should tell ourselves to take our time to thank f@ck for what he gave us and appreciate things that are around us.

 

Want

We all want something in our life could be an object, or a promotion. It could even be a person

Most of the time tho, we always want something we can’t get why?

 

because thats just life.

 

thats reality

 

So, instead of whining and complaining how bout you just take your time to appreciate what you have in your life right now?

 

You may want new shoes, and some people out there don’t even have feet

 

You didn’t like dinner tonight, and some people out there don’t even have anything to eat.

 

You hate your parents? Some kids out there don’t have parents

 

Human Nature.. A bottomless pit of desire. We always  strive for more, we never get full.

 

That’s why we should tell ourselves to take our time to thank f@ck for what he gave us and appreciate things that are around us.