The best job in the world 

I’ve been in a few jobs during my short life, my first job was at a themepark, followed by a chainstore chicken shop known for it’s tongue-in -cheek ads (you can probably guess which one).

Like anywhere, jobs have heirachies. I started out as the plate and sauce cleaner. 

And like many others, I was, at first- ecstatic about my job.

 
But before long the terrors of my choice became clear. My lord, the spices in that sauce mix were something else. The combination of steam and chilli made your eyes water and if you rubbed your eyes, you’d be screwed. 

All of this combined with the searing heat of the industrial tap, hissing at you in burts of 2minutes at a time, did not make for a good time. 

You can guess why I soon left that job, looking towards greener pastures. My next job landed me with the company I currently work for, however this time there was no devil sauce or hissing faucets. This time there was hotdog juice and cinnamon sugar. I got to interact with customers more too, and being a naturally happy person – the supervisors of the next themepark down the road saw the potential of such a cheery disposition suited to a better department.

And so, shortly after, I secured my current job in sales. My managers are adamant to hold onto me this time. Constantly placing me on Vendors – a kind of self run retail cart which I love, because it gives me the freedom to do my own thing. 

Being one of the happiest people in the park(besides the kids) I also get asked to work special events- such as my last one….

  
I got to ride the famous Tumbler!! (It’s actually a lot more spacious than you’d think!) 

Some might say that my job could be better, I could be paid more or do something degree related. But for me, I love my job, I love doing something unconventional and different. I do know that in my eyes, my job is the best in the world.

Have a great week! 

Anna Freeman 

=student Dietitian=

CaTherapy

Finally a day off!

I’ve been busy at work for the past  week, and I think I’ve sprained one of the flexor muscles in my palm (which incidentally makes texting hot guys EVEN MORE DIFFICULT than it has to be ;-; )

I wouldn’t say my work is extremely strenuous- but sometimes it can be downright tiring!

Hard at workies….

I’m one of the most energetic people on the games, and being energetic comes with its own set of pros and cons;

One of those being shouting at the top of your lungs for around 4 hours straight – and losing your voice as a result…. Now i sound like an obese pug.

Sexy.

So… It being my day off (and my payday – yay!).  I’ve decided I’ve earnt myself some decent R&R!

 Who needs acupuncture when you have this cutie???? 

Fuku, clearly choosing to ignore me here.

Sleeping with a cat is possibly one of the most comforting things you can do; the purring, the soft fur, the smell of bad cat breath…..

Okay scratch that last one.

see what i did there?

… well I thought it was funny.

IN OTHER NEWS:

Did you know the purr from a cat can aid in BONE REPAIR? 

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Veterinary and Orthopedic research Scientists have shown that low magnitude, high  frequency vibrations between 25-100 Hertz can actually aid in repair of bone tissue!  

In a 2008 case report in the journal of Orthopedic research suggested that the application of mechanical low magnitude signals can improve bone healing and speed up recovery in the peritosteal region of sheep with fractured tallus’ (1);

The periosteium is the outer layer of membrane that covers bones. Cred. Google

At 10-weeks post-op, the callus in the Experimental group was 3.6-fold stiffer (p < 0.03), 2.5-fold stronger (p = 0.05), and 29% larger (p < 0.01) than Controls. Bone mineral content was 52% greater in the Experimental group (p < 0.02).

These data reinforce the critical role of mechanical factors in the enhancement of fracture healing, and emphasize that the signals need not be large to be influential and potentially clinically advantageous to the restoration of function.

And, the American acoustical society filed a report referencing the fantastic felines themselves :

Domestic cats, servals, ocelots, and pumas produce fundamental, dominant, or strong frequencies at exactly 25 Hz and 50 Hz, the two low frequencies that best promote bone growth/fracture healing.

These four species have a strong harmonic exactly at, or within 2 Hz of 100 Hz, a frequency used therapeutically for pain, edema, wounds, and dyspnea (2).

 

Perhaps the best way to heal a skull fracture after stacking it at your next basketball game is to put a cat on your face.

credit pinterest

They went further to mention that this supposed ‘healing mechanism’ of purring may in fact, be used by cats purely in times of stress – when the cat’s are injured or sick.

So all along, when I thought Fuku was loving my weirdly close hugs – perhaps was getting over the stomach bug, or had nausea, a headache?

Next time I cuddle up to Fuku, i’ll make sure she’s okay first.

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Bibliography:

  1. Goodship, A., Lawes, T., & Rubin, C. (2009). Low-magnitude high-frequency mechanical signals accelerate and augment endochondral bone repair: Preliminary evidence of efficacy. Journal Of Orthopaedic Research, 27(7), 922-930. http://dx.doi.org/10.1002/jor.20824
  2. von Muggenthaler, E. (2001). The felid purr: A healing mechanism?. The Journal Of The Acoustical Society Of America, 110(5), 2666. http://dx.doi.org/10.1121/1.4777098

The Euphora and Eulogy of a Long Distance Relationship

So it’s currently 3:12am, I went to bed at 12:00am. The darkness of this room cannot ease my restless mind, the gradual, predictable, annoyance of ticking from my wall clock does no justice to the buzzing that’s going on in my head. I was hoping to get some shut-eye before being rudely awakened by my alarm at 6:00am, but the vision of waking up at some (normally) non-ridiculous time of 8:00am (and miss his flight arriving) haunts me. And thus, my mind does the opposite of sleeping and insists I stay awake through the whole ordeal.

Trust me, I tried falling back into peaceful sleep. Covered in the warmth of these blankets, but everytime I do, I see him. In my minds eye, it happens over and over. A Groundhog Day of a memory, his incredible face, the smile of an angel, the rapid and urgent rattle of suitcase against tile, awkward strides closing the meagre space that keeps us apart.

Then, the warmth that spreads from his arms around me, as I find the space where my face fits onto the crook of his neck.

We stay there, we remain like that. In eachother’s arms. Obvilious to everyone’s glares or glances. I can’t let him go, I feel the heat and sweat on my own skin spread. I don’t care, in that moment I never want it to end.
Sound familiar?

It’s all in the struggle of the long distance relationship. 

I’ve known him for a little over 7 months, the first time I met him was April this year, when I travelled to Auckland for 5 days in the break of my University mid semester (I was supposed to be studying, hah)

And those magical 5 days went much too quickly, as soon as I had arrived it seemed as if I was headed homebound.

Time does no favours, nor makes considerations for need or want.

He simply sits at his grand table, observing the world through dark spectacles. Countless souls ask for it to speed up, slow down for more or less. But, like a tight lipped pensioner, he is stoic to the pleas; hording the time he has at his disposal. Time is time, or it is up. There is no fast forward or rewind.

So in the silence of this night, I  gingerly wait. Wait for the sun to make his gradual dance across the sky and at the first notion of daylight, I’ll be a vassal to the rushing of my own heartbeat. Soon the world will wake, and the kookaburras will laugh at the silliness of their song. The lorikeets’ call will fill the dawn with vibrance whilst the magpie’s melody will provide the body and form of an incredible few weeks to come.

 

baeeee ❤