Okay, so it's been 1 day since I had an operation so please excuse me if I'm making no sense. They gave me some lovely painkillers which was just lovely of them.

And I don't believe in proof reading. If I didn't type it right the first time than it obviously wasn't that important.


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I finally feel like I have my life in order! Felix has *finally* got a job as a trainee manager at a large international company which is just so fucking exciting. He looks so sexy in a suit.

AND I enrolled in a graphic design course. I'm going to have a degree! A diploma and perhaps in the future a BACHELOR!

I'm just so happy. My life is going in the direction I wanted it to go from the start. And plus my hair looks pretty fab at the moment I must say... Well... Not at this moment. Since I've pretty much been asleep for 2 or 3 days? I'm not sure.

Incase you're wondering, the doctor said my scar tissue blah blah personal bits are all stuck together so she's putting me in MENOPAUSE? for 6 months with the Mirena IUD. It's so confusing but I'm not going to question her as she should know what she's doing.

It hurts. I'm going to lay down for a while now. Ta!

I'm Not Sorry

So there.

It's been a fair few months since I've posted, so I'll update in bullet point form.

• I've had a job for the last couple of months. I manage a catering company. It sucks giant dogs balls. Sweaty giant dogs balls. I'm getting a total of $900AUD a month. I'm quitting for:
• An apprenticeship. I've finally cracked film-making. It's very exciting, and kind of Bollywood. He's paying me more than my sweaty giant dogs balls job, so what have I got to lose?
• I've been labeled a racist for putting the words "fat" and "Indian" in a sentence together. *Sigh*. I can't even be bothered to correct the stupid dickhead.
• I'm still an illegal immigrant
• I'm dying to paint something.
• I still live with Felix's parents.
• I'm watching The Simpsons.

It's not racist if it's an observation, is it? He is a fat Indian, but I like him and we're good mates. I was only trying to explain who he was to someone. "He's the fat Indian guy, remember him?"

For fucks sakes!

Bored

My golly gosh I never thought that being unemployed would be so damn boring. I've usually thrived on unemployment, it's always been the best time of my life. I suppose any other time I'm unemployed Felix is aswel. Now Felix has got a job it's not so fun anymore...

He leaves for work at 7am and gets home at 7pm. I've never been away from him for such a long time every damn day. It's boring! Showtime in Dubai, for your information, is full of repeated 90s TV which is AWESOME for a day.

I've applied for literally every relevant job on Dubizzle and the Gulf News Classifieds. I'm sick to death of writing my name. What shits me the most about applying for jobs is that companies want you to have experience. In answering the fucking phone. I've had at lease 20 years experience in answering the phone. They also want you to have experience in computers. I literally spend 14 hours a day on computers, but that couldn't POSSIBLY count.

If I could get a certificate to say I am the geekiest fuck with computers and that I also know how to pick up a reciever and say "hello" I would prolly get 50 job offers a day.

Fucking Filipinos taking all my jobs.

Interview!

I got an interview! It says visa provided, which is basically the only reason I'm going to work. But the thing is, it's at Lamcys and that's a *long* way away from where I live. Well, the truth is I'm not sure that it's *at* Lamcys. That's just where he wants to meet. I think he was just trying to say a place that's near it that I would know.

He's excited because I'm Australian and I think he'll be even happier when he sees my certificate for participating in the barista of the year comp.

I think I might have to go down to the mall later on and change some money, because I think a taxi to Lamcys is going to cost quite a bit. Which sucks, because I don't think I'll be getting paid very much here and if the taxi ride costs more than an entire days work, then I really can't stay.

I just want the visa so badly! Plus I'm kind of exicted. He said it's only a small cafe, they're only starting out. Which in my mind means I'll have a bit of freedom, maybe a managment role in the future. That'd look freakin' awesome on my CV.

I'm seeing him at 5:30. Wish me luck!

Abandonment Issues

If you have them, please stop reading my blog.

So, things that have happened. I've come home sans Felix. I've got an imaginary polyp in my nose. I've applied for 40 different jobs only to be disappointed.

Okay, imaginary polyp.

I went to the doctors today about a polyp that has come back after a year. It's the same thing that I had diagnosed last year that never fully went away, but it's inflammed again and it's very sore. It's giving me some shocking hayfever symptoms and my nose is swollen.

He can't *see* it.

I can fucking see it with my naked eye! what the fuck is wrong with him? He was using a nose-looking-into-machine and I said to him that he's touching it and is looking past it. Doesn't listen.

Arrogant arsehole. He also jabbed me with cervical cancer vaccine. It hurt.

So tired and sick and angry. Felix is coming back on the 30th. I hope I get a job soon.

Pie

Felix has been cooking pies and I'm so proud of him. He makes his own pastry, everything is from scratch. It's just so amazing to me, like some weird science project. Like, for instance, he made a lemon merigue pie. You know the lemony filling? It doesn't just happen. You actually make it and it turns out the same as the frozen ones you buy from the shop. That's amazing to me.

They taste nice. Because he's cooking like this, it makes me want to open my coffee shop so much more. Imagine that- a cafe that makes their own food? Well, I'm sure they normally do. But mine doesn't so it's amazing to me. Especially since the things he makes are so nice and he loves doing it.

There was a point in his life when he actually wanted to be a chef, but he just threw it all away for no real reason. He seems to do this a lot, like he just gets bored with things. I'm in no rush for him to find himself, but his family is always pushing him. I'm happy with him the way he is just as long as it doesn't stop me from doing what I want to do, which it doesn't. I just wish he would have a job now.

I decided that I'm not going to get a job until after Christmas, because if I get a job now it won't be possible for me to take the holidays off, obviously. Felix and K are going to come on Boxing Day and mum and I will go and pick them up in Melbourne. Boxing Day shopping in Melbourne! Hooray! So excited. It almost makes those 2 weeks we'll be apart okay.

K wants a husky. I don't know how I feel about that. Felix and I already have a dog and I don't know about feeding, nor how long we're going to be in that particular town where having a backyard is an option. K doesn't even know how long he's going to be in Australia. I don't like people who will get an animal without knowing that they need to actually be there and look after it. I confronted him, but he says he'll take it back with him.

I sincerely hope so. I mean, it will be so damn cute, but he wants the kind that looks like a wolf. I would've gone for a brown one myself, I think they look kinder.

Anyway, who am I to talk? I want a kitten so badly. Between both of my parents houses we already have 4 cats.

I can't wait to become an old person so that I can become *the* crazy cat lady.

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!

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;

• 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.

Money money money

I spend entirely too much of it.

We've decided that next year while I'm studying it will be too much for me to be working aswel. So from May next year until May the following year I won't be working. I'll be a full-time student. Which means that for the time being it's save, save save. Which is all kind of exciting. It feels like this new chapter in my life is rapidly approaching and I just can't wait!

But on the other hand, I love spending money.

Hello my name is Gabriella Plymouth and I am a shop-a-holic.

I was just reading Cosmo and apparently I earn 50% less than the average Australian woman. Are they basing this on people my age or not? That seems like way too much. Although, at the moment (in NZ) I'm earning 480 p/w for 40+ hours. That doesn't seem like enough.

That's before tax.

Felix needs a job.

Stroke my massive ego

Finally, somebody wants me. And like a daddy-issues teen I've attached to them and I love them with all my heart, and if they break it I will become a cutter and dye my hair black.

Ahem. Moving on.

So now I'm a barista. I heart that word. Barista. Bar-Is-Tah! It's ever so much fun. I love teh coffee and I love teh milks and I love teh chocolate. I love my job!

Even though I haven't *exactly* started. I have a shift on Tuesday which is 8 hours, yikes! I haven't worked 8 hours straight since I was a slave driven tween. It should be fine though, I should be all rested up after my month of unemployment. *Yawn*.



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