Started my new job on Thursday last week. I really enjoyed myself, they had me doing all sorts of cool things, the biggest project being transcribing interviews (from tape to print) and I learnt how to do criminal record checks and administer written driver's tests. I also rearranged all their files (they asked me to, really) and answered the phone a whole bunch. I'm still scared of the dispatch radio, but I'm sure I'll get used to it. All in all, very neat.

We've been messing around this weekend trying to install an antenna
for our satellite radio, finally got it working to some extent, after
a lot of giggling on the back deck Sunday afternoon. Mounted the damn
thing on the pole six feet up the wall and then realized when we went
back inside that we'd forgotten to connect the wire to the antenna and
had to take it down again, since it was out of our reach Miguel had to
stand on a table, at which point we dropped all the nuts and
connectors into a snowdrift and had to dig for them for a few minutes.
Then I tried to pick up the nuts with my bare hands and froze them to
my fingers... but now we have 184 channels of radio and I'm
listening to Strauss.

We also tried to (oh my god, we're not handy) hook up the tv we bought
at a garage sale, and we had a sort of metal shelf thing that we were
trying to put up on the wall. Somehow we managed, in the course of
trying to find a stud, to drill about seventeen holes in the wall and
NOT FIND a stud. So the wall looks perforated, like we were trying to
put in a new window or have a bad case of woodworm. Tv ended up on
the top of my dresser, and Ian had to hook up the cable for us. He
stood there saying to me, "Mum, you have to take off the plate and
strip the wire and poke it into the back of the... oh let me do it."
So now I can watch Cold Case Files in bed. Luxury.