<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29744209</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:23:57.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, myself &amp; I</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolzi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolzi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nolzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748624215568432377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29744209.post-115165488267009816</id><published>2006-06-30T00:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T08:01:26.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lousy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3177/1600/dilbert.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3177/320/dilbert.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A mate sent me this picture with the note "...'nolzi's' on dilbert" - true right dude thats definately me!!&lt;br /&gt;it happens to be one of those lousy days at work, when leaping out of the window and sprinting away from this damn building is the only way to feel better. I finally handed in my resignation letter, at the time it felt good to do it but after a few hours you get that feeling - (you know that feeling! like when you breakup with a long time partner and u know its not working but you been together so long the thought of life without them seems a bit weary) but don't worry guys an hour after that i got rudely reminded by events in the office why i decided to resign in the first place and now i have a little skip in my walk, it feels like ive lifted a huge weight off my shoulders, nothing that happens at work sends me into a panic anymore , i dont get stressed , i see peoples antics as silly and trivial and on the whole at this moment it feels really cool not to care.&lt;br /&gt;Im guessing you wondering why its a "lousy day" then, i guess it more to do with my newly found marriage drama's that pop up here and there and being at the office has just made me feel worse, prob if i was sitting by the beach having the same drama it just wouldnt seem so bad.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering, is it really possible to be happy at work????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29744209-115165488267009816?l=nolzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolzi.blogspot.com/feeds/115165488267009816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29744209&amp;postID=115165488267009816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744209/posts/default/115165488267009816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744209/posts/default/115165488267009816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolzi.blogspot.com/2006/06/lousy-day_115165488267009816.html' title='Lousy day'/><author><name>nolzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748624215568432377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29744209.post-115080386633471637</id><published>2006-06-20T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T05:00:37.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>light at the end of the tunnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is nothing better than that feeling when u know you are going to resign and its your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Big Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;, your big trump card that leaves you smiling in your mind as people load more and more work on you not realising that at the end of the day, you dont give a flying fart and one day you'll just walk off into the sunset &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;(mind picture - me walking down a quiet, tarred road in the desert, into the horizon wearing a 'sombrero' hat, hands in pocket, slowly chewing a piece of grass in my mouth, humming the tune "bitter sweet symphony"....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I find myself singing the tune &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Lovely Day "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; as I put the final touches on my letter of resignation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29744209-115080386633471637?l=nolzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolzi.blogspot.com/feeds/115080386633471637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29744209&amp;postID=115080386633471637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744209/posts/default/115080386633471637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744209/posts/default/115080386633471637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolzi.blogspot.com/2006/06/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='light at the end of the tunnel'/><author><name>nolzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748624215568432377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29744209.post-115035490607041032</id><published>2006-06-14T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:08:32.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seems I've been left out of the loop with this whole blogging thing (thanks guys!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know yourselves!). &lt;/span&gt;Anyways I woke up and thought what better therapy than to write personal stuff to be published on the net and possibly read by unknown people - kinda gives me a chance to slant people i can't stand, publicly and without them knowing - WONDERFUL!!! ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great one from the blogger people - whoever they are....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a crazy few months, at one time i was single free and ready to take over the world , I was going to go places, be someone, wreck lives, bless lives, leave my lousy employer and blow this "hell-hole country" I call home (oops have i jus given away my location???) but instead im still at the same desk , still in the same country, not single or free and not taking over the world - what an anti-climax ...at this stage it seems I'm definately not the person I sought out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a high note though im recently married, although strangely enough it feels like someone jus kicked my feet and tripped me and ive completely lost my bearings but im happy and stabilising-for those who didnt know this marriage thing definately needs some getting used too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29744209-115035490607041032?l=nolzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolzi.blogspot.com/feeds/115035490607041032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29744209&amp;postID=115035490607041032' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744209/posts/default/115035490607041032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744209/posts/default/115035490607041032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolzi.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-day.html' title='a new day'/><author><name>nolzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748624215568432377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
