I worked from midnight to 7am on Friday night. I was okay, until about 3am when I got pretty groggy. By 6 I was kind of pacing around the store (think Apu when he worked for 3 days straight). I fell asleep on the ground at 6:30 and woke up at 6:50 when my manager asked if I wanted her to drive me home. By that time, Felix was already on his way into work, so I said don't bother.
Everyone was getting freaked out by me. Apparently I looked a lot like shit? Nice one, co-workers.
Work is all sorts of fun at the moment. On the 4th of August we're going assailing and then doing a mud-run? There will be about 4 of us doing this, since no one joined the social club. I don't really know how we'll be paying for it if we joined last week and we're only paying $2 a week.
August is the time, eh? My birthday is on September the second, so August is a big preparation month for the most important day of the year. After August comes Gabriella month in which everyone celebrates the birth of Gabriella. For a month. I am no for kidding, this is how I roll.
Big E just called and said "want to come over on August 1st?" NO. Fuck. This is exactly what he's like. It doesn't matter that I have a job and need to give at *least* 2 weeks notice before jetsetting around the world. No, that doesn't matter, because he wants it to happen NOW.
I'm so angry at the man, even though he offered to pay my way. *Glee*.
Beef stir-fry for dinner tonight. I'm looking forward to the noodles... Let's see how this works out.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
OMG OMG OMG
Big E (Felix's dad) just called from Dubai. He wants to know if we'd like to come over.
Fuck yeah? Where's the question?
We just need to pay off Felix's credit card and off we fucking go! We'll prolly do a stop-over in Australia first up, so that I can get some summer clothes? Hells yeah.
I'm too excited to do a real update.
Fuck yeah? Where's the question?
We just need to pay off Felix's credit card and off we fucking go! We'll prolly do a stop-over in Australia first up, so that I can get some summer clothes? Hells yeah.
I'm too excited to do a real update.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Wahhh!!
I'm hysterical.
My ovaries are definitely *NOT* laying rainbows. They're laying nasty eggs full of death of failure. And it HURTS!
Sometimes, I hate so much being a woman. I'm due this week, this week I am also scheduled to work 6 DAYS in a FUCKING row. So what am I supposed to do? I told them that I can't work that much in a row because I *will* get sick due to CFS. So they are trying to get me a day or two off, but it will end up me calling in sick.
I don't like calling in sick. I may be a lazy fat-arse with a lack of morals, but I just don't like putting people out. Even though I work in an industry where most people can learn how to do what I do in one 8 hour period it just feels wrong that other people have to catch my arse. You know?
You know.
But it's going to have to happen. I'm already in excruciating pain and the show hasn't even begun. People haven't even started lining up outside yet. The tickets haven't even been sold.
That doesn't mean that I'm not having menses contraptions that even birthing women are hard up on.
So. I'm going to have to call in sick again this week. I did last week for my faux-apendicitiis. Shit.
Maybe if I talk to my supervisor it will be okay. She was really cool about the CFS and went out of her way to fix up my hours. All the girls bitch about her at work, it's so schoolish. Maybe because I'm older and wiser I understand that she's not a bitch if you don't treat her like shit.
She's pretty nice to me and my ills.
Sorry about the period post. Deal with it.
My ovaries are definitely *NOT* laying rainbows. They're laying nasty eggs full of death of failure. And it HURTS!
Sometimes, I hate so much being a woman. I'm due this week, this week I am also scheduled to work 6 DAYS in a FUCKING row. So what am I supposed to do? I told them that I can't work that much in a row because I *will* get sick due to CFS. So they are trying to get me a day or two off, but it will end up me calling in sick.
I don't like calling in sick. I may be a lazy fat-arse with a lack of morals, but I just don't like putting people out. Even though I work in an industry where most people can learn how to do what I do in one 8 hour period it just feels wrong that other people have to catch my arse. You know?
You know.
But it's going to have to happen. I'm already in excruciating pain and the show hasn't even begun. People haven't even started lining up outside yet. The tickets haven't even been sold.
That doesn't mean that I'm not having menses contraptions that even birthing women are hard up on.
So. I'm going to have to call in sick again this week. I did last week for my faux-apendicitiis. Shit.
Maybe if I talk to my supervisor it will be okay. She was really cool about the CFS and went out of her way to fix up my hours. All the girls bitch about her at work, it's so schoolish. Maybe because I'm older and wiser I understand that she's not a bitch if you don't treat her like shit.
She's pretty nice to me and my ills.
Sorry about the period post. Deal with it.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Shut. Down.
Don't you feel so womanly, when you roll over to your half-naked partner and begin to fondle him. You're beginning to get all hot when he slurs "Not tonight baby, I'm not in the mood."
Who the hell is the woman here? Am I alone?
I must admit I am quite masculine when it comes to sex and horniness. I'm always ready to go and I'm always asking for it. Felix, on the other hand is more of a "lets wait a couple of days and it will be twice as good!" kind of person. Our two sexual personalities are the original odd couple. Of course, I'm the dirty one with a lack of morals.
It makes me totally insecure to be shut down the way I am though. I'm sitting in bed right now by myself while Felix is on the PC playing some interweb gaming thing. He'd rather do that, than do me.
Well don't I just put the U in U.G.L.Y?
I have *got* to get to the gym tomorrow lest my mother be thinner than me. I *will* kill myself if that happens.
That is a slight overestimation.
Who the hell is the woman here? Am I alone?
I must admit I am quite masculine when it comes to sex and horniness. I'm always ready to go and I'm always asking for it. Felix, on the other hand is more of a "lets wait a couple of days and it will be twice as good!" kind of person. Our two sexual personalities are the original odd couple. Of course, I'm the dirty one with a lack of morals.
It makes me totally insecure to be shut down the way I am though. I'm sitting in bed right now by myself while Felix is on the PC playing some interweb gaming thing. He'd rather do that, than do me.
Well don't I just put the U in U.G.L.Y?
I have *got* to get to the gym tomorrow lest my mother be thinner than me. I *will* kill myself if that happens.
That is a slight overestimation.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Da da da DA!
20 posts!
I'm such an experienced writer.
Next week I'm working 6 days in a row and I am just so gutted. I had a massive panic attack last night and stressed at Felix that he *needs* to get a job *so* much. It's kind of impossible for me to downsize my hours if I'm going to be supporting myself and a grown man on my own. Making fucking coffees for a living.
I already have a case of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome offset from my Glandular fever earlier in the year. My immune system is so shot. Which sucks, because my dad has diabeetus (the kind that doesn't involve being so obese that your pancreas decides to shit itself). My mum always used to freak when I got a cold or something. Apparently if my immune system goes on holidays and the diabeetus gene decides to take a shot I'm done for.
So yeah. At the moment my preferences say 40 hours max and I'm getting up to 50. I'm going to change it down to 30 hours max. Maybe 35.
I can't fucking wait for next year when I don't have to work! I wouldn't go as far as to say that I miss *school*. As in highschool. I fucking hated highschool so passionately that if it was ever my fate to go back to highschool I would mutilate every functioning part of my body in order to avoid that experience again.
But I digress. University is going to be a pool full of sexy mermaids screaming for my love and attention. I'm going to love every minute of the poverty stricken wonderfulness that is *not working for a full 12 months*.
It's not like I won't be getting any money in, I can collect the student allowance. Which I might add is less than the dole (unemployment, for all of youse foreigners). Australia is so backward. It gives less money to students studying to be professionals and therefore add a lot to society than to those who are most likely bums who have no hope in life and if they *do* manage to get a job it will be a lowly labourers job which anyone could do. Such a job will be low paid and as such the bum will pay less taxes and not build as much roads as *I* will with my movie-maker wage.
AND WE NEED ROADS GOD DAMMIT!
I'm such an experienced writer.
Next week I'm working 6 days in a row and I am just so gutted. I had a massive panic attack last night and stressed at Felix that he *needs* to get a job *so* much. It's kind of impossible for me to downsize my hours if I'm going to be supporting myself and a grown man on my own. Making fucking coffees for a living.
I already have a case of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome offset from my Glandular fever earlier in the year. My immune system is so shot. Which sucks, because my dad has diabeetus (the kind that doesn't involve being so obese that your pancreas decides to shit itself). My mum always used to freak when I got a cold or something. Apparently if my immune system goes on holidays and the diabeetus gene decides to take a shot I'm done for.
So yeah. At the moment my preferences say 40 hours max and I'm getting up to 50. I'm going to change it down to 30 hours max. Maybe 35.
I can't fucking wait for next year when I don't have to work! I wouldn't go as far as to say that I miss *school*. As in highschool. I fucking hated highschool so passionately that if it was ever my fate to go back to highschool I would mutilate every functioning part of my body in order to avoid that experience again.
But I digress. University is going to be a pool full of sexy mermaids screaming for my love and attention. I'm going to love every minute of the poverty stricken wonderfulness that is *not working for a full 12 months*.
It's not like I won't be getting any money in, I can collect the student allowance. Which I might add is less than the dole (unemployment, for all of youse foreigners). Australia is so backward. It gives less money to students studying to be professionals and therefore add a lot to society than to those who are most likely bums who have no hope in life and if they *do* manage to get a job it will be a lowly labourers job which anyone could do. Such a job will be low paid and as such the bum will pay less taxes and not build as much roads as *I* will with my movie-maker wage.
AND WE NEED ROADS GOD DAMMIT!
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
In Other News
Japanese horror films freak Felix out. Hur hur hur hur hur.
Random fact that I was told today which cracked me up.
Random fact that I was told today which cracked me up.
Angry.
Mummy wants me to come home because I'm *stressed*. Nawww. It makes me feel happy that she wants me home, but I can't come home yet. Not until Felixes mum comes back to this 3rd world country and looks after EvilCat. Fucking EvilCat. Have I told you about the horrors?
As you can probably guess, EvilCat is evil. An evil little cunt of a pussy. He's a coward, and he will attack you when you least expect it. He will bite your poor delicate ankles when you don't even deserve it. He makes me waa like a fucking ho. I hates him, but Felix loves him. Reason number ONLY that we're in this country- EvilCat. Felix didn't want mummy to give him away. We MUST come back here and earn $9.45 an HOUR for BACK BREAKING (coffees) WORK while I sit on my ARSE!
I am so angry lately, it's amazing. I want to start a detox diet thing... But I'm so low on willpower. So so so low on willpower. Plus I hate cabbages. I hate a lot of things, but I've been thinking of eating more things that grown in the ground (that aren't psychadelickz, imagine what THAT shit would do to my stomach lining).
Speaking of psychadelickz, my 15yo work colleague asked me if I've ever tried "mushies". The fuck is wrong with kids today?
I'm so fucking grumpy I could DIE.
As you can probably guess, EvilCat is evil. An evil little cunt of a pussy. He's a coward, and he will attack you when you least expect it. He will bite your poor delicate ankles when you don't even deserve it. He makes me waa like a fucking ho. I hates him, but Felix loves him. Reason number ONLY that we're in this country- EvilCat. Felix didn't want mummy to give him away. We MUST come back here and earn $9.45 an HOUR for BACK BREAKING (coffees) WORK while I sit on my ARSE!
I am so angry lately, it's amazing. I want to start a detox diet thing... But I'm so low on willpower. So so so low on willpower. Plus I hate cabbages. I hate a lot of things, but I've been thinking of eating more things that grown in the ground (that aren't psychadelickz, imagine what THAT shit would do to my stomach lining).
Speaking of psychadelickz, my 15yo work colleague asked me if I've ever tried "mushies". The fuck is wrong with kids today?
I'm so fucking grumpy I could DIE.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Roar
So, today started off fairly shitfully. I woke up at 4 in the fucking afternoon which just shits me so much. When I was younger it was a badge of honor, but now it just feels like such a waste of time. Today was supposed to be mine and Felixes day of sexy-sexy time, but we wasted a lot of it.
I still feel really sick, but it comes and goes so sexy-sexy time can still be for filled. Tomorrow will have to be library time, but I also want to do something else cool. Felix suggested rock-climbing but I don't think it would be a smart thing to do while I'm recovering.
And anyway, I want to look pretty.
Maybe we'll go see a movie. We saw Hancock and I thought it was cool, even though I was rolling around in pain at the time.
I still feel really sick, but it comes and goes so sexy-sexy time can still be for filled. Tomorrow will have to be library time, but I also want to do something else cool. Felix suggested rock-climbing but I don't think it would be a smart thing to do while I'm recovering.
And anyway, I want to look pretty.
Maybe we'll go see a movie. We saw Hancock and I thought it was cool, even though I was rolling around in pain at the time.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Books I want to read
- Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
- The last Harry Potter but fuck knows what it's called?
- War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
- Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
- Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
This is all for now.
I just got home from the hospital and have been diagnosed with inflammation of the stomach lining? The fuck? Anyway, it's coming back pretty bad right now. Feels like apendancididitisis.
On the plus side, I have tomorrow off and can go to the library! Hooray!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Cosy
I'm now one of those people that get up at 4:30am and get to work at 5:30am. I'm one of the morning people and I am tired. But I'm not grumpy tired, which is odd. I'm just kind of cosy tired in a comfortable kind of "I could go to sleep right now with a smile on my face" way.
Everyone at work is complaining that they're not getting enough hours... And I don't want to bitch in front of them about OMG 6 DAYS IN A ROW?? Am I a fucking slave now? So... So so tired. SO TIRED!
But comfy.
But also very tired.
Everyone at work is complaining that they're not getting enough hours... And I don't want to bitch in front of them about OMG 6 DAYS IN A ROW?? Am I a fucking slave now? So... So so tired. SO TIRED!
But comfy.
But also very tired.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Nostlagia
Last night I discovered my CD collection was in my suitcase. I cried. I'm so fucking hormonal it's amazing. I shouldn't be, but I can't explain it any other way. I had a huge-arse panic attack last night aswel. It was crazy and my brain was rational but I was sobbing and gasping for breath.
Although, tonight I'm listening to my brother's Jet and I'm keeping it together. That might have something to do with me being excited to go to work at 5:30am tomorrow. I'm training in a new area. I love it when something different and (partially) exciting happens in my life.
In 2 weeks time there's a competition in NZ which is the "Best Barista in NZ" comp. On the 12th to the 28th they'll be secret shoppers coming into my store and rating me on my;
Although, tonight I'm listening to my brother's Jet and I'm keeping it together. That might have something to do with me being excited to go to work at 5:30am tomorrow. I'm training in a new area. I love it when something different and (partially) exciting happens in my life.
In 2 weeks time there's a competition in NZ which is the "Best Barista in NZ" comp. On the 12th to the 28th they'll be secret shoppers coming into my store and rating me on my;
- Milk- quality/heat/presentation and origionality (artyness)
- Presentation (how hot I am)
- Customer relations (I'm a real suck-arse so I'm good for this one)
- Something else... Can't remember
I'm seriously thinking I could win this shit. They get the best person from your store and then you go to a thing with all the stores from your area and the best one from that goes to the nationals... In Auckland. Auckland is a bit of a bum-hole but I'll go there for MONEY!
$5000 in prizes to be exact.
I'm pretty fucking good I must say, so I'm fairly confident.
Also, I went to curves today. I did amazingly and crazy-worked out. I was looking around at all the fat people. It was only me and one other girl who weren't morbidly obese. Did these other women think that they should get really fat before doing something about it? Did they not realise that all their clothes weren't fitting?
Fat people are retarded.
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