<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984</id><updated>2009-02-21T15:27:40.637+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-4731347250942486677</id><published>2008-01-01T06:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T19:34:37.781+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve at Subway</title><content type='html'>Got to work at 10pm - which was weird enough since the store usually closes then - to be informed that they'd been flat out all night, were only part way through the prep list and hadn't done any of the closing list. Joy. So Elise and I start at 10 and it promptly pretty much dies. Had a few rushes of people. Mainly of the somewhat drunk but not overly obnoxious kind for the most part. At least til about 1.30 or so when the fun began. Sitting on the stairs on my break while Rosemary and Elise are serving when we get a bunch of drunk off their faces idiots coming in. 1 in particular was really obnoxious so Elise told him to get out. Naturally he got worse so then Rosemary kicked him out. Asshole came back more aggressive and worse than ever at least twice and then decided that provoking a fight with another customer, ramming a table into the window and cracking it was the way to go. Cops got called and showed up but by then he'd run off. Gave them a description and they eventually got the dude who is probably still sleeping it off in the cells at Nelson Police. The cops actually bought another guy in for an ID because he was wearing the same clothes as the drunk. So since the whole thing was caught on the cameras in the store and they guy'll probably end up having to pay for the window damage it's been an expensive New Years for him. Dumbass. Cops came damn quick so they must've been just round the corner. They were 2 of the regular cops who come in all the time. Knew there was a reason we gave them 1/2 price food. Not much drama after that aside from more drunk, loud morons but that died off about 4.30 or so&lt;br /&gt;Was meant to finish at 4 along with Elise but stayed on til 6 so Rosemary wasn't there by herself. Naturally since I stayed on it was totally dead but also meant I got paid for an extra 2 hours which is all good.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm off to sleep for a few hours before I get to start work at 3pm. Joy. Or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-4731347250942486677?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/4731347250942486677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/4731347250942486677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-eve-at-subway.html' title='New Years Eve at Subway'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-3633080902874057276</id><published>2007-11-28T23:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:47:10.067+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil</title><content type='html'>Thats what the tomato slicer is. Evil. Saturday at work was bad enogh when 2 staff had a fight which ended up with 1 of them walking out so we were a person down then on Sunday not only did I drop the tomato slicer and break the handle but then was using it later and sliced my finger on it and ripped part of my nail off. Great fun. Got no bloody sympathy either. Not impressed with that. Then today ended up having to close by myself after the other Sera had to go home sick. I'm having just such a great time at work. Not.&lt;br /&gt;Had Jen's 21st last week. Was good but got stuck in several photos. Not so good.&lt;br /&gt;Next Monday should be interesting if nothing else as we have our work Xmas party up the Maitai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-3633080902874057276?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/3633080902874057276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/3633080902874057276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2007/11/evil.html' title='Evil'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-8788921844181337837</id><published>2007-10-21T22:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:32:36.149+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit</title><content type='html'>After a crappy nights sleep I get up at 8am - depressing enough in itself - to go to Boys College. Get dressed and am about to head out the door when I realize it's Labour Day and the stupid College isn't even open so didn't have to get up at all. Dammit! Least I realized before I got there and had to come all the way back. OK, so it's only a 15 minute walk but that's not the point. I'm sure as hell not doing exercise at 8am if I don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;Had the close from Tartarus last night with a stupid family of 6 coming in at 9.50 - we close at 10 - and ran out of bread 3 times. Running out of bread was good in the fact that most people left when they heard we didn't have any so we didn't have to serve them. Got to tell 2 teenage boys that no we weren't giving them refunds after we gave them what they wanted then they&lt;br /&gt;didn't want it. 1st was a teenager who wanted cookies the second they came out of the oven so we gave them to him and warned him they'd be soft since they'd just come out of the oven. 2 minutes later we get '' I want a refund, these cookies are too soft" Fat chance you little brat. 2nd was even better. Brat asked for all the sauces excpet Sweet Onion and Red Wine Virginia (don't actually have Red Wine Virginia, it's Vinagerette moron) so Sharon gives him exactly what he asked for. All the sauces including Mint and Satay. Needless to say the sandwich had sauce everywhere, he ate about 2 bites, didn't like it and wanted a refund. Which Sharon refused to gove him since she'd given him exactly what he asked for. Since we both hate teenagers it was somewhat amusing for us.&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends came up from Chch for a visit. Min, if Ads ever comes to your place don't let him anywhere near the windows. He was leaning against one of the sitting room ones and it suddenly shattered. Scared the crap out of us and I've been hassling him about it ever since.&lt;br /&gt;Now, back off to bed to see if I can go back to sleep for a few hrs. Oh, and Kat, answer your damn emails dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-8788921844181337837?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/8788921844181337837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/8788921844181337837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2007/10/dammit.html' title='Dammit'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-2800423578871203575</id><published>2007-09-27T03:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T03:10:51.282+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds are blind</title><content type='html'>Evidently birds, or the ones at our house have seriously crappy vision. Either that or they're just plain dumb which could also be a possibility. Either way, have just had about 5 of them crash into the window of the study in the last 5 minutes or so. Hear this thunk every so often and sure enough it's another one. While the window isn't real dirty it is a bit dusty so you'd think they'd realise but no apparently not because tehy just keep crashing into it.&lt;br /&gt;have the joy of trying to change shifts next week after I got rostered on for a day I'd asked for off so that should be fun. Especially since there're only about 2 people that could possibly do the shift but not too worried about losing those hrs since I managed to pick up an extra 6 for today after Moira realised she hadn't put enough people on for tonight so get to have most of the day off since i don't start til 4 and get extra hrs. All good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-2800423578871203575?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/2800423578871203575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/2800423578871203575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2007/09/birds-are-blind.html' title='Birds are blind'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-6759363245974973099</id><published>2007-09-17T21:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:14:46.378+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Really have nothing to say. Have been sick with the flu for the last 5 bloody days. Very not fun, especially since I still had to work on Saturday. Had been sort of getting better but work soon took care of that and ended up worse. Think I'm finally over the worst of it, just have a stupid cold now. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;Kaz, will get your books back as soon as I get off my ass to send them down. In other words fon't hold your breath,&lt;br /&gt;Kat, have to agree with Kaz: quit playing WOW and answer your damn emails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-6759363245974973099?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/6759363245974973099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/6759363245974973099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2007/09/really-have-nothing-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-7392172247847749375</id><published>2007-08-18T15:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T15:58:32.134+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunners Post</title><content type='html'>Decided it might be time for an update. Am currently in Dunners for Bec and Simon's grad and am at Kaz's flat stuffing around. Kaz somehow managed to lock me in the car. Rather impressive actually since the door wasn't locked at the time. Go home tomorrow, well actually go to Ashburton then home on Monday and don't have work til Thursday. All good.&lt;br /&gt;And since aside from Kaz locking me into the unlocked car I have nothing else to say so I'm off to eat Kaz's biscuits. Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-7392172247847749375?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/7392172247847749375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/7392172247847749375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2007/08/dunners-post.html' title='Dunners Post'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-8120935538011655947</id><published>2007-07-09T07:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:53:32.629+03:00</updated><title type='text'>weddings, work and ball throwers</title><content type='html'>Went up to Wellington last week for Mins wedding. Had the usual Wellington weather although it didn't actually snow til Saturday which was the day of the wedding of course. The wedding was great and both min and John looked really good. Stayed with Rach and Simon and their kids - very cute at 6, 3 and 1 but don't ever want any.&lt;br /&gt;Started working at Subways last week. Was somewhat stressful at first but getting better at doing everything.&lt;br /&gt;Just bought fun throwing thing for the dog. It's a long thing with a place to put a tennis ball in at the front so you can throw it miles and don't have to pick up the ball. Brilliant. Cass wasn't too interested in the throwing part of it when I bought it home but thinks the tennis ball's great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-8120935538011655947?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/feeds/8120935538011655947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15826984&amp;postID=8120935538011655947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/8120935538011655947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/8120935538011655947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2007/07/weddings-work-and-ball-throwers.html' title='weddings, work and ball throwers'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-4073277050197978835</id><published>2007-06-14T09:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:19:11.543+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A miracle</title><content type='html'>Not only did the blog actually let me in first time but I have finally reached 100 posts. I'm ignoring the fact that although we started the blogs at around the same time Kat's reached over 300.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we have 4 boys from some choir in the States staying with us for 2 nights. Originally we were having 2 and then we ended up with the other 2 after a billet never showed up so we figured since we have spare room and live so damn close we may as well take them. Were informed they weren't allowed to go bungy jumping, sky diving or swimming, Since they arrived an hour and a half late when it was freezing cold and getting dark don'r think that'll be much of a problem.&lt;br /&gt;Wandered off to the careers advisor people the other day and according to the little quiz thing I did I should do library, museum or animal work. Hardly a huge suprise there although it did manage to also suggest statistician. Since I can't do maths to save my life not too sure of the logic there.&lt;br /&gt;Kaz, not sure if/when I'll get to Dunners but Rob's coming back home next week so you can give it to him. I'll email you his address and ph number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-4073277050197978835?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/4073277050197978835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/4073277050197978835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2007/06/miracle.html' title='A miracle'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-4947835515134585341</id><published>2007-06-01T07:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T07:13:21.720+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE computers</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd finally update before Kat strangled me but as per usual the stupid computer took about 5 tries of me tryping exactly the same thing in before it would let me into the dashboard to update. At least the stupid thing isn't in Turkish any more which is something.&lt;br /&gt;Arrived home last week after about 35 hrs travelling time. So much fun. Not. Flew Emirates. They're a good airline but they seem to have their priorities screwed on which planes they use for which parts of the flights. All the seats have the individual TVs which is all good but not all the planes have the selection of movies etc which is the good and huge selection. Oh no, of course not. So I get the good version from Istanbul to Dubai and then from Melbourne to Auckland and the crap version that only has set movies on the long parts of the trip from Dubai to Singapore and Singapore to Melboune.&lt;br /&gt;Had 3 days in Istanbul with Bec and Simon so did all the tourist stuff - went to the Cistern, (a hig hole with a bunch of pillars where whover designed them is somewhat confused about the concept of putting things the right way up. Out of the 2 carved Medusa heads one was sideways and one was upside down) Topkapi Palace which is huge, the archaeology museum, Hagia Sophia, the Blue Mosque and did a Bosphorus cruise. Had good weather too. Nice and warm. Then I come back to NZ where it's bloody freezing cold.&lt;br /&gt;Going to the Bay for Queens Birthday this weekend and the weather is meant to be crap which means I have a feeling I'll spend most of the time under lots of blankets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-4947835515134585341?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/4947835515134585341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/4947835515134585341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hate-computers.html' title='I HATE computers'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-5596336658534337647</id><published>2007-04-30T15:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T15:43:09.722+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me Kat</title><content type='html'>But what, pray tell, do you call this? Personally I call it an update.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid blog has suddenly decided that it want's to a) be all in Turkish and b) not let me into the stupid site half the time.&lt;br /&gt;So depressing being back at work after having 5 days off last week.&lt;br /&gt;Got to Istanbul on the Monday and went for a wander to the Grand Bazaar then we left for Gallipoli on Tuesday morning. Had a bus tour round Istanbul first - saw the Hagia Sophia and went into the Blue Mosque where one of the Aussie guys on the bus had the suggestiong that since it's called the Blue Mosque they really should paint it blue so people could recognise it.&lt;br /&gt;Got to Channakle and then went to drive to Anzac Cove but the bus broke down. There was a leak or something in the air tanks or brakes or something so they fixed it with sellotape. Yes, sellotape. No fancy stuff here in Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to get to Anzac Cove though and got there pretty early at about 7-8pm. A group of us got some grass rather than have to sit in the stands. So settle down in our sleeping bags for the different videos they had on about the campaign and what sleep we could get. Actually managed to get to sleep and then at 2.45 the MC dude informs us that we should all wake up because the service was going o start soon - yeah, in 2 1/2 hrs! and we should move up to fit more people in. So we move up and make space for about 25 or so people and then a bunch of older Aussies come to sit tehre. All good except that they had the great idea that they'd sit on stools. Right in front of us. Their reasoning for it was that it was all on TV anyway so it didn't matter if we couldn't see anything. Needless to say that didn't go down too well and after everyone round us started yelling at them they finally sat on the ground like the rest of us who'd been there for 7+ hours.&lt;br /&gt;Service was all good and then after the Dawn Service we went to tne Aussie one at Lone Pine Cemetary then the Kiwi one at the top of Chunuk Bair. Gotta love the organisers logic. They give us 4 hrs to walk 2.5km to Lone Pine but only 90 minutes to walk 3.3km from there to Chunuk Bair. ALL uphill carrying sleeping bags, gear etc. Have to say that was not the most fun part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Proof that Kiwis and Aussies are easily amused came on the bus there. Everyone got a t-shirt, a crappy CD that was meant to be about Gallipoli but was really a promotional video for Turkey and a torch. It was the torch that provided the amusement and probably pissed the guide and driver off no end. To get it to work you have to wind it up. This makes rather a loud noise. 46 people all doing it at once? Fun for us but probably not so much for the guide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-5596336658534337647?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/5596336658534337647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/5596336658534337647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2007/04/excuse-me-kat.html' title='Excuse me Kat'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-817192171795438423</id><published>2007-03-21T16:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T16:53:52.711+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well 2 actually. The 1st being that I've finally got around to updating and the 2nd being that for once in its life Hollywood has actually managed to make a Classics based movie and it's actually pretty much historically accurate. Nice change. Went to see 300 last night with a couple of other teachers and aside from a few minor screw ups it was pretty accurate to what actually happened. Probably a 1st for Hollywood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have booked my trip to Gallipoli for Anzac Day so I get a 5 day weekend at the end of April. All good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey Kat, what's up with you smiling in photos? Are you trying to scare us or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-817192171795438423?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/817192171795438423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/817192171795438423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2007/03/miracle.html' title='A miracle'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-9221482714557811043</id><published>2007-02-28T14:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T14:57:49.015+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The vanishing bills</title><content type='html'>First they screwed up the Digiturk bill so we got cut off, then it was the electricity bill which they didn't send us and now it's the water bill which has either never been sent or has vanished somewhere along the way. Whatever happened we never got the bill so couldn't pay it and we now have no water. Supposedly it's meant to be put back on today but they told us that yesterday so we're not holding our breath. Means no showers, can't do dishes and the bathroom is starting to smell really bad. Glad I can't smell at the moment. Complain to the school and the response is ''you should pay your bill'' How the Hades are we meant to pay the bill when we don't get the damn thing? Kat or kaz, you wouldn't happen to have anything to do with this would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-9221482714557811043?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/9221482714557811043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/9221482714557811043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2007/02/vanishing-bills.html' title='The vanishing bills'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-1655268770528352645</id><published>2007-02-22T16:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T15:58:21.667+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The post office mission</title><content type='html'>Was a good child and posted some of the presents off today - Bec and Rob, you's will get done next week and Kaz yours will be done when you either send me your flat address or your parents new address.&lt;br /&gt;So, go to the post office to send 3 presents to NZ, 1 to Taiwan and 1 to Korea. Easy right? Of course not, this is Turkey. Nothing is ever easy or logical here.&lt;br /&gt;Go up to the guy who does the big packages. Of course he doesn' speak any English and originally thought everything was to go to Thailand of all places. This is despite me saying (partly in Turkish too) where they were meant to go. Eventually he got the idea that they were going to Thailand, Kenya and Israel. Israel? OK, Thailand and Taiwan, I can see how you could make that mistake, even Kenya and Korea but NZ and Israel? That I just don't get. Eventually said Yeni Zelandia which is NZ in Turkish and he got that. Took about 45 minutes with the guy getting more and more pissy when I didn't understand him. What was even dumber about the entire debacle is that there was someone who actually spoke English there! Of course the logic of getting her to translate didn't occur to them. No, much more fun for everyone involved to waste time and get grumpy because nobody understands anybody. How do I know there was an English speaker? Because ı had to go over to her to send Kat's and Van's presents.&lt;br /&gt;Am now off to buy some chocolate cake - figure I need it after that mission. Plus I haven't had anything to eat today and I'm hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-1655268770528352645?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/1655268770528352645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/1655268770528352645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2007/02/post-office-mission.html' title='The post office mission'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-116973242955959191</id><published>2007-01-25T15:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T15:40:29.583+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The facial</title><content type='html'>Knew there was a reason I never bothered with all that skincare and makeup crap and left it to Aphrodite. It's a waste of time. From what I can tell it is anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Last week when we went to the spa I went to the dermatologist since my skin is not exactly great. Was given a whole bunch of pills and junk to buy and told come next week for a facial before you start the other junk - which'll probably last about a week before I start forgetting to take them like usual.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, go off to the spa and for about 2 hrs have this woman poking at my face and afterwards it didn't look any different from what I could tell. Plus I have to go back in 20 days for another go. Oh goody. Can't wait. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: leave all this crap to Aphrodite and people who actually give a damn how they look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-116973242955959191?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116973242955959191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116973242955959191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2007/01/facial.html' title='The facial'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-116818802008439922</id><published>2007-01-07T18:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T18:40:20.103+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at work. So depressing</title><content type='html'>Am depressingly back at work now. Am on the last hour of a 9 hour day and my 6 hour E2 class so the students are looking pretty braindead. Get to give a quiz next hour which is brilliant for me because I get to sit there and do nothing for 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Got back from Cappadocia on Wednesday. Can highly recommend Cappadocia for anyone coming here. Did 2 full day tours, went for a wander around a couple of valleys, did a 2 hr horse riding tour - good but since I haven't ridden for over 10 years had a somewhat sore butt and legs afterwards - and a walking tour. Also spend lots of money and got the rest of my xmas presents for people which will be sent after next payday (in theory at least)&lt;br /&gt;Have to agree with Kat about the whole WAYN thing. Get the same crap she does and it's a pain in the neck. They're at the top of the hit list now.&lt;br /&gt;Off to sit and do nothing for 40 minutes while my class does a quiz. Fun. Well, for me at least, for some reason the students don't seem to agree. Funny that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-116818802008439922?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116818802008439922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116818802008439922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-at-work-so-depressing.html' title='Back at work. So depressing'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-116713962205973986</id><published>2006-12-26T08:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T15:27:02.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Ankara</title><content type='html'>And what did I get to do? Work. Grrr. Not impressed. Did get a call from home so got to talk to mum,dad, Bec, Rob and Annie which was all good. But still, working on Xmas Day is so not fun. Didn't even get snow. Unless you count the tiny, tiny amount that started when I was leaving work at 9.30. Did get a white Boxing Day though so I suppose that's better than nothing. Actually it was a white Boxing Day morning because all the snow's gone now. The cold however hasn't gone and even though it's sunny and the middle of the afternoon it's still about -5. Not fun when you hate the cold like I do.&lt;br /&gt;Am off to Cappadoica for a week on Thursday. We get a 9 day holiday for the Kurban Bayram. 9 days of no annoying E1s or E2s. Brilliant. Both my flatmates are leaving in about 3 days and some new dude arrives the day after I go to Cappadocia so will get home to a new flatmate. Joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-116713962205973986?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116713962205973986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116713962205973986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-in-ankara.html' title='Christmas in Ankara'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-116627840932410169</id><published>2006-12-16T09:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T16:13:29.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick wee update</title><content type='html'>This'll be a really short update because a) I'm on lunch break and don't have much time and b) I don't have a hell of a lot to say.&lt;br /&gt;Same old, same old here in Ankara. Had a somewht amusing last hour with my E2's. Did describinh a past holiday so divided them into pairs and gave each a country to have as their holiday destination. Among other things the Egypt group managed to get there by camel and see the pyramids without seeing the desert. Pretty impressive considering the pyramids are in the desert. Their person covered their eyes til they got to the pyramids. &lt;br /&gt;Am 6 hrs into a 9 hr day. Only 3 to go and the last 30 minutes is quiz time. Don't imagine they'll be too happy with me considering they've already had 1 quiz today and they're getting another tomorrow. Not my fault we're on an intensive, 4 week program and 3 weeks through with only having 1 quiz. Couldn't do 2 last week because 2 students weren't there on Sunday and had mentals at the suggestion of doing a quiz without them.&lt;br /&gt;Off to get food now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-116627840932410169?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116627840932410169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116627840932410169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2006/12/quick-wee-update.html' title='Quick wee update'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-116602278013074535</id><published>2006-12-12T22:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:13:00.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the long awaited update</title><content type='html'>Since Kat is bitching at me to update (actually suprised it's taken her this long to start complaining, getting a bit slack dude)here it is. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing is happening here in Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;Have 2 classes tonight and because they've both being annoying me lately they're both getting quizzes. Hopefully this means I'll get out early as well as not having to teach for the last 30 minutes of class.&lt;br /&gt;Have Bayram coming up in 2 weeks and am going to Cappadocia for 6 days. Doing a couple of tours and a horse trek - this was the main reason for going to Cappadocia. Was a choice between a hot air balloon tour and a horse trek but the balloon was too expensive and horses are better than balloons anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Xmas presents will either be sent before or (more likely) after Bayram so in theory they'll arrive sometime in January.&lt;br /&gt;Actually have to go teach now. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-116602278013074535?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116602278013074535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116602278013074535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2006/12/long-awaited-update.html' title='the long awaited update'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-116420758586680862</id><published>2006-11-22T09:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T16:59:45.883+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam day</title><content type='html'>Gotta love exam day. Have 2 classes Mon-Wed. a 9.30-2 class and a 7.30-9.30 class and today is exam day for both. Which means that aside from explaining the exam I get to spend all lesson reading. Well, actually spent the 9.30-2 class marking their listening tests (which took about 2 seconds), planning for s stupid workshop we just had and then seeing how many words I could get out of supercalafragalisticexpealadocious. Unsurprisingly I managed to get rather a lot. So tonight will probably be much the same with me reading, drawing pretty pictures or possibly writing Kat another boredom letter. Depends how it all goes.&lt;br /&gt;The class this morning all passed axcept for 1 and she never had a hope in Hades of passing anyway. What's somewhat annoying about the evening class is I have to come in tomorrow to mark the exam since I ain't staying here past 9.30. Somewhat unimpressed with this. Tomorrow is my Saturday. Saturday means sleeping til at least lunchtıme not getting up early to come in and mark stupid exams. Not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;Have managed to do pretty much all xmas shoping so in theory will be sending prezzies in the next couple of weeks but not promising anything.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, mum, any more photos of Annies party?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-116420758586680862?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116420758586680862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116420758586680862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2006/11/exam-day.html' title='Exam day'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-116342428646593718</id><published>2006-11-13T08:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:24:46.480+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived</title><content type='html'>Since I'm sure everyone has been worried about my safety this is just a little post to let you all know that yes, I did manage to survive the earthquake on Saturday night - actually technically it happened at 4.30 in the morning but that's nor the point. Rather inconsiderate of Poseidon to send one at that time I thought. Since it took ages to get back to sleep I was not impressed. The quake lasted a grand total of about 2 seconds so it wasn't exactly a huge one and as far as I know there was no damage to anywhere - funny that.&lt;br /&gt;People should probably sit down before reading this: today I walked to work. This achievement is somewhat impressive since a) meant I had to get up at 7am which is impressive by itself since I hate mornings b) takes just over an hour to walk to work from where I live (an hr of exercise, SO depressing) and c) since it's winter (or rather the weather can't decide if it's winter or still autumn so it's alternating) it's getting damn cold in the mornings now so not only did I walk for an hour but I walked for an hour in the cold. Actually the main reason I walked is because I have about $3 to last me til payday and can only afford to get the dolmush either to or from work but not both. Since I finish work at 9.30pm when it's dark damned if I'm walking home then so at least if I walk to work in the morning it's light. Might get the ticket bus to save money tonight instead of the dolmush but then have to wait for the stupid thing for ages or get the slow one. Not so good. Fortunately Wednesday is pay day. Actually can blame my family (both Olympic and mortal) for me having no money since I went to the Ankara Handicrafts Fair on the weekend and bought most of my xmas/bday presents for people. So, Kat, Kaz and co it's all your fault that I have no money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-116342428646593718?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116342428646593718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116342428646593718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-survived.html' title='I survived'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-116273690483253308</id><published>2006-11-05T11:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:28:24.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning and there was snow! I like snow. At least I did until I had to walk for ages to get to a bus stop on the main road so I could have a hope in Tartarus of actually getting a bus. Usually I can go to the bus stop just up the road from my place but because of the snow and the fact that it's a Sunday there were few buses and all the ones that went past were either full or not going to the right stop. Grrr. So had to walk for about 10 minutes til I got a bus and by that stage my jeans were wet and my shoes had started getting water/snow in them. The joys of only having sneakers in winter. Therefore tomorrows mission is to go boot shoppıng and actually get me a decent pair of boots.&lt;br /&gt;Have managed to get me 4 classes (this is good) but they're all E1s and don't know anything (this s bad)so have about 30 hrs a week plus more when I get extras so it's all good for money but Kat, looks like you'll have to come here because don't really have enough for the whole Rome thing. Unless you want to help pay for me, your favourite sister...? Am still looking into it but don't get your hopes up. Besides I've been to see you 3 times so it's your turn to come see me.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else is happening and it's freezing in the teachers room so I'm off home to my nice warm apartment where I plan to do nothing all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-116273690483253308?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116273690483253308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116273690483253308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2006/11/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-116193835271996922</id><published>2006-10-27T17:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:39:12.736+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive OK?</title><content type='html'>Since I would hate for Kaz to spend time and effort worrying about where 1 of her favourite family members is (yes Kaz, I am talking about me and not Kat here) I thought I'd very kindly update. So Kaz you an stop stessing, I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;Went on a 4 dat tour with 1 of my E1 students for the Bayram. Was a so-so tour because the guide didn't speak English and my student's only E1 so he doesn't speak that much English, the hotel wasn't too flash and was only 2 stars and we only had 1 hr to see Troy!!! As kat already knows from the email I sent her I was NOT impressed and and still annoyed about that. The Tuskish view is there's not much there and 1 hour's plenty. Not for me ıt's bloody not! Only got 20 or so photos! Which as my parents can attest after going around Greece with me is a record for me and from my point of view not a good one. Had to hire an English speaking guide as well which cost 60YTL for 1 hr since my tour guide spoke no english. Not that that stopped him from having that he spoke English on his little guide tag necklace thingy. Grrr. Still, good excuse to go back to Troy again. Hint, hint Kat, come over at Xmas.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Assos, Eiderne and Gallipoli as well on the tour. Gallipoli was pretty good but only went to Turkish memorials and they completely ignored all the Allied ones. Did get to see an NZ site but only because ıt was right next to a Turkish one.&lt;br /&gt;Was a good child and only bought 2 of the 4 owls I saw on the triy - probably another record for me not to buy every owl I see - but 1 was ugly and the other was nearly the same as the 1 I got in Ephesus in July, plus it was 16YTL but not really worth it. Did get me a wooden horse from Troy. Actually it was a ceramic wooden horse and it was from Chanakkale because didn't get time to get anything in Troy since we only had 1 hr but that'Ss not the point. I still have a wooden horse from Troy. Got a wooden wooden horse keyring too. Even managed to do some xmas shopping and got Robs 21st pres. Xmas pressies will go when I get money and probably after the xmas Bayram but will try to send Robs 21st pres home in time but no promises dude.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, off to buy some winter clothes since it's getting colder and I only bought summer clothes with me. Stupid Northern Hemisphere people having winter at the wrong time of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-116193835271996922?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116193835271996922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116193835271996922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-still-alive-ok.html' title='I&apos;m still alive OK?'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-116091101458769647</id><published>2006-10-15T08:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:16:54.600+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Would like to point out</title><content type='html'>Kaz, that I never said I wasn't lazier than you are, I just said I'd updated more often than you lately. And Kat, just who are you superior to? Besides mortals that is because have to say I'm alot more important than you.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is happening here aside from the fact that I annyed my 1st class today by giving them a quiz and jsut spent the last 10 minutes making my other class write out a whole bunch of preposition sentences. Fun, for me at least if not them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-116091101458769647?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116091101458769647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116091101458769647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2006/10/would-like-to-point-out.html' title='Would like to point out'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-116083926073738280</id><published>2006-10-14T00:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T18:21:00.750+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Knew there was a reason I stayed</title><content type='html'>Finished work at 5.30 tonight and got the choice of either leaving to get home during rush hour or of staying an extra 5 minutes to mark the quizzes from my afternoon class and then heading home during rush hour. God thing I stayed because today's one of the secretaries birthday so the staff had a cake for her and since I was here I get some. Brilliant really since I haven't had any food today. And am now putting off having to go outside and get the bus home in rush hour.&lt;br /&gt;The qizzes. You'd think that since we had just - as in the 1/2 hr just before the quiz - done alot of the stuff on the quiz they'd do OK. Of course not, most did OK, some made really dumb mistakes and then there's the 12 yr old kid who's total out of the 2 quizzes and therefore 50 points is 8. Might just be me but somehow don't think he's going to pass E1 anytime soon&lt;br /&gt;Got a new flatmate yesterday, a 40 something Irish dude called Kieran who actually has an Irish accent unlike the other Irish teacher here Mick. Since he has no other way to get to work tomorrow he has to come in with me. At about 8am. Fun, at least it means that if I have to get up at that horribly early hour other people have to suffer too.&lt;br /&gt;Have conclusive proof that I'm lazier than Kat - she has 250 posts on her blog, I, counting this one, have 82. And no, that's probably not going to make me update more often but I would like to point out that I've updated more than Kaz lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-116083926073738280?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116083926073738280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116083926073738280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2006/10/knew-there-was-reason-i-stayed.html' title='Knew there was a reason I stayed'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15826984.post-116041072871438224</id><published>2006-10-09T01:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T19:18:48.756+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>After tying on and off for about 2 hours this crappy computer is finally letting me update! Probably a good thing since apparently Kat and Kaz are worried that I haven't been updating and since I'd hate for them to worry about me here's the update.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much is happening. Real exciting huh?&lt;br /&gt;Have to pack tonight to move into a new flat tomorrow. 2 new teachers are coming so I'm moving into a new place with one of them - a 40 something year old Irish dude called Kieran - and the other one Julie is moving into my room. So tonight I get the fun of packing and have to move tomorrow morning. Fortunately Uljay, Carols son who's moving my stuff for me, is considerate and won't be coming til about lunchtıme so I get to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;Went out to a bee farm and an apple orchard on Thursday last week. The bee place breeds queen bees and sends them all over Turkey. Saw one getting artificially insemenated. It2s done by microscope if you're interested. The orchard didn't actually have any apples but did have 4 dogs which was better as far as I'm concerned. A small mutt thing and 3 Kengals which are huge, as in at least as big as St Bernards but not as fat or fluffy, and are used as sheepdogs because they can fight a wolf and win. Good guard dogs but won't fit in the flat, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;Now get to go off to an oh so exciting E1 class where the concept of not speaking Turkish is still eluding this particular class after 3 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15826984-116041072871438224?l=argo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116041072871438224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15826984/posts/default/116041072871438224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://argo01.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046387910773525532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05067736620563479592'/></author></entry></feed>