Donuts make me go-nuts.
Well, actually, it was'nt the donuts. But i'm riding a giant sugar high at the moment, and when you couple that with me sitting behind a desk it aint at all pretty.
I woke up, had brekky, did my weights and then moseyed on into work before having a coke, having a coffee, having some mentos, then dave started throwing gobstoppers at me. I opened a pack and got into a full-on gobstopper fight with him for about 10 minutes before we calmed down and ate them all. Donuts came by way of the donut-man who works over the street, and i've hooked into those bad boys like they're going out of style... and shaking because I feel so hypo.
I've still had no luck finding a job. I just finished an application letter for another one, so heres hoping something comes of it... I am sick of being poor. It just has so little going for it!
Ok, i've been sitting still for too long now... time for another coffee!
-j
PS. Anyone know how much I can get for a kidney on the black market? Mine are young and supple!
Monday, November 28, 2005
Friday, November 25, 2005
Spare some change, mista?
Unfortunately, no 'Suntan Lotion Applicator' position has popped up for any Brazilian womens volleyball team, so i'm still unemployed and living skint. Today I spent a good two hours writing a brief application letter for a hotel reception job at the Mount Buffalo Chalet. For some reason (I blame movies), every damned stereotype about such people that pops into my mind is flagrantly homosexual and excessively snooty. I'm not sure if 'snooty' and 'gay' are words that should reguarly appear on a resume, but I really need the money, so I may have to keep my 'straight' and 'non-snooty' tendencies a little bit hush-hush.
Yesterday, my housemate Dave came home with a half-slab of corona's and a bag of ice.
Dave and I spent a good 10 minutes throwing, kicking and kneeing the bag at each other until it snagged on a spike on the floor and spread ice from arsehole to breakfast. We just scooped it up and put it in the sink to cool the beer, but it was just such an illogical, irrelevant act... theres something fun about those and they don't happen often enough. In most other households, you'd get yelled at for spilling ice, and people would worry and stress about stuff like that. Not here, fortunately!
Right now, it's 3.30am and it's been a really shitty week. There's just been a lot of things that have built up into this large mess of worries in my head. It's mainly about money trouble, but I think one of my friends caught my tonsilitis, and I feel kind of worthless.. i generally don't stress about much, but everything is kind of getting me down lately.
Argh! I hate writing like this! I sound like such a little bitch! Lots of people have it worse than I.
I'm going to try to play guitar for a while.
-j
Unfortunately, no 'Suntan Lotion Applicator' position has popped up for any Brazilian womens volleyball team, so i'm still unemployed and living skint. Today I spent a good two hours writing a brief application letter for a hotel reception job at the Mount Buffalo Chalet. For some reason (I blame movies), every damned stereotype about such people that pops into my mind is flagrantly homosexual and excessively snooty. I'm not sure if 'snooty' and 'gay' are words that should reguarly appear on a resume, but I really need the money, so I may have to keep my 'straight' and 'non-snooty' tendencies a little bit hush-hush.
Yesterday, my housemate Dave came home with a half-slab of corona's and a bag of ice.
Dave and I spent a good 10 minutes throwing, kicking and kneeing the bag at each other until it snagged on a spike on the floor and spread ice from arsehole to breakfast. We just scooped it up and put it in the sink to cool the beer, but it was just such an illogical, irrelevant act... theres something fun about those and they don't happen often enough. In most other households, you'd get yelled at for spilling ice, and people would worry and stress about stuff like that. Not here, fortunately!
Right now, it's 3.30am and it's been a really shitty week. There's just been a lot of things that have built up into this large mess of worries in my head. It's mainly about money trouble, but I think one of my friends caught my tonsilitis, and I feel kind of worthless.. i generally don't stress about much, but everything is kind of getting me down lately.
Argh! I hate writing like this! I sound like such a little bitch! Lots of people have it worse than I.
I'm going to try to play guitar for a while.
-j
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
And to add injury... to more injury
Well, i'm on the arse end of a truly shitty bout of the 'flu.
At least it hasnt hung around long, but 2 nights ago... during my 6 hours of constant tossing and turning, and being freezing cold, piling on blankets, followed by sweating like a trenchdigger and kicking the blankets off my bed. Talk about a shitty night!
Last night wasn't so bad. It was time to get crucial, and I prepared a three pronged attack to deal with the illness:
1) Drugs! - Strepsils, lemsip ease-a-cold tablets, Kilkenny beer, wine, some painkillers that the doctor gave me when I broke my wrist that I found under my deodorant, and nurofen.
2) Healthy food! - Toast with some kind of fish from a can on it for breakfast, salad sandwich for lunch, and I cooked up 3 little T-bone steaks witha pre made Safeway salad.
3) DVD's! - Uhhh... admittedly, this is a pretty weak prong... but no-one has ever heard of a two pronged attack. On any illness. Anyways, I watched 'The Office', 'Dazed and Confused', and '28 Days Later' in one, steady, drinking session.
My main concern was that I would have another terrible nights sleep. So I tried to solve my problems with alchohol. I had the beer with tea, and then hooked into the bottle of wine while dave and I watched DVD's. I think I was pretty wrecked by the end of it (the bottles pretty much empty, and Dave wasnt drinking). Mix that with the mystery pills from under my deodorant, and I slept like a dead thing until 5am. This was when the hot / cold bullshit kicked off again. But I managed to sleep fitfully until almost 1pm.
Heres hoping I sleep that well tonight! I have some sort of interview with a job agency tomorrow. Should be... interesting...
-j
Well, i'm on the arse end of a truly shitty bout of the 'flu.
At least it hasnt hung around long, but 2 nights ago... during my 6 hours of constant tossing and turning, and being freezing cold, piling on blankets, followed by sweating like a trenchdigger and kicking the blankets off my bed. Talk about a shitty night!
Last night wasn't so bad. It was time to get crucial, and I prepared a three pronged attack to deal with the illness:
1) Drugs! - Strepsils, lemsip ease-a-cold tablets, Kilkenny beer, wine, some painkillers that the doctor gave me when I broke my wrist that I found under my deodorant, and nurofen.
2) Healthy food! - Toast with some kind of fish from a can on it for breakfast, salad sandwich for lunch, and I cooked up 3 little T-bone steaks witha pre made Safeway salad.
3) DVD's! - Uhhh... admittedly, this is a pretty weak prong... but no-one has ever heard of a two pronged attack. On any illness. Anyways, I watched 'The Office', 'Dazed and Confused', and '28 Days Later' in one, steady, drinking session.
My main concern was that I would have another terrible nights sleep. So I tried to solve my problems with alchohol. I had the beer with tea, and then hooked into the bottle of wine while dave and I watched DVD's. I think I was pretty wrecked by the end of it (the bottles pretty much empty, and Dave wasnt drinking). Mix that with the mystery pills from under my deodorant, and I slept like a dead thing until 5am. This was when the hot / cold bullshit kicked off again. But I managed to sleep fitfully until almost 1pm.
Heres hoping I sleep that well tonight! I have some sort of interview with a job agency tomorrow. Should be... interesting...
-j
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Theft!
Last night I could have sworn I drove to work. I headed out once I knocked off at midnight, and didnt think too much about my car parked in the cinema centre carpark. On the way to work this morning, I had a quick look in the parking lot (my friend, Jen, got a ticket yesterday. I was checking if the same had happenned to me) and... I couldnt see it. It wasnt fucking there!
I seriously didnt know what to think! In one week, i'd lost my job, fallen on my ass (theres painful scabs all over me now), and now my car had been nicked! What are the chances?!
Jen was already at work (studying like crazy... you'd think exams were coming up or something), and I came in... dazed... and told her that my car wasnt in the parking lot. I was thinking 'I've got to call the police, remember my rego number, think of what was in the car at the time etc.'
Jen took all of about 20 seconds to remind me... that i'd left it at a friends house on friday night. Im such a fool! I was seriously going to call the cops... had Jen not been there, the would be searching for my car right now.
Im such a dick...
-j
Current Mo. Status:
Burgeoning
Friday, November 11, 2005
Great Week.
Well, to pretty much sum this week up... I lost my job. And I fell over. Pretty good, eh?
On Monday, I rolled into work and learned that 30 people would be finishing that day.
Everyone started typing, and the boss announced she'd be calling people into her office, in no particular order, to tell them whether they still had a job. I was kind of worried, but I mean, I seem to have pretty good luck when it comes to jobs (Havent been fired, havent been too much of a slacker) so I thought i'd be safe.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
I got called in and straight off the bat "We will be letting you go today Jason".
I took it with pretty good grace, didnt kick, scream, yell or anything. In hindsight, I should have pulled a 'Fight Club' move and beat myself up. That would have been awesome!
But I ended up walking out of there thinking "There goes my cushy, $20 an hour job".
Just quietly though, it could'nt have come at a worse time. I paid rego just before that day ($566) as well as bills ($400) and I was thinking "Well, im broke, but at least next paycheck will be good!". Unfortunately fate answered with a "NO Jason. Fuck you, Jason!".
Thursday I went with Jen and her best friend to go and give blood. Unfortunately, they were too flat-out to get blood from me, so I amused myself watching "Bear in the big blue house" and eating free minties and biscuits.
Once they had sucked the blood out of Jen and her best friend, we headed outside to the most piss-poor day I have seen in ages. It was bleak, rainy, and windy as hell. All three of us started running to the car. I got out to an early lead, and was rounding a corner when I slipped on some rocks. I went arse over in awesome fashion, right in front of a mother and her young son.
I just lay on my back for a little while. I mean, i'm 22... what kind of 22 yr old just falls the fuck over?! I felt 3 years old!
I had the keys, so I got up and let Jen and her best friend into the car before checking out my injuries... scraped the hell out of my hand, banged up my wrist, and have a lump on my elbow and a scraped knee. Nothing serious, but full of gravel and fucking painful.
All in all, NOT a cool week!
-j
Well, to pretty much sum this week up... I lost my job. And I fell over. Pretty good, eh?
On Monday, I rolled into work and learned that 30 people would be finishing that day.
Everyone started typing, and the boss announced she'd be calling people into her office, in no particular order, to tell them whether they still had a job. I was kind of worried, but I mean, I seem to have pretty good luck when it comes to jobs (Havent been fired, havent been too much of a slacker) so I thought i'd be safe.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
I got called in and straight off the bat "We will be letting you go today Jason".
I took it with pretty good grace, didnt kick, scream, yell or anything. In hindsight, I should have pulled a 'Fight Club' move and beat myself up. That would have been awesome!
But I ended up walking out of there thinking "There goes my cushy, $20 an hour job".
Just quietly though, it could'nt have come at a worse time. I paid rego just before that day ($566) as well as bills ($400) and I was thinking "Well, im broke, but at least next paycheck will be good!". Unfortunately fate answered with a "NO Jason. Fuck you, Jason!".
Thursday I went with Jen and her best friend to go and give blood. Unfortunately, they were too flat-out to get blood from me, so I amused myself watching "Bear in the big blue house" and eating free minties and biscuits.
Once they had sucked the blood out of Jen and her best friend, we headed outside to the most piss-poor day I have seen in ages. It was bleak, rainy, and windy as hell. All three of us started running to the car. I got out to an early lead, and was rounding a corner when I slipped on some rocks. I went arse over in awesome fashion, right in front of a mother and her young son.
I just lay on my back for a little while. I mean, i'm 22... what kind of 22 yr old just falls the fuck over?! I felt 3 years old!
I had the keys, so I got up and let Jen and her best friend into the car before checking out my injuries... scraped the hell out of my hand, banged up my wrist, and have a lump on my elbow and a scraped knee. Nothing serious, but full of gravel and fucking painful.
All in all, NOT a cool week!
-j
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Landscape.. whhooaaaahhh.
My housemates, Dave and Sal got a funky new camera today, and they took a landscape photo of me in my room to test it out. Its actually 3 separate photo's that it stitches together. Pretty damned funky! It even has... a remote con-freaking-trol that means you can set it, walk into the photo, and set it off with a tiny remote. Funky as hell!
I'll post something more substantial than this soon. Plus, thanks to losing my job, I shoulda put some Google ad's in here. Jen is giving it a go, and the money is just flooding in! Apparently by the time im 30,000 years old, i'll be a millionaire!
-j
Ps. You'll have to click on the photo and look at the actual size to make anything out. Sorry about that... i wasnt sure how flickr was going to post it.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Mo' Money
Well, im in Mo'Vember, wherein i'm going to have to cultivate some scruffy-arsed abomination of a moustache in the name of charity. But hell, you gotta laugh at yourself sometimes. Plus, it's to help raise money for cancer research. Specifically, prostate cancer research. At the moment, you have to get... felt. Up there. In weird places to be initially tested for this. And check out the surgery considerations!
Colour me boggled! Perinieal incisions! Incontinence! Problems with sexual function! I have enough problems with that!
So yeah... please donate generously. *shudder*
Well, im in Mo'Vember, wherein i'm going to have to cultivate some scruffy-arsed abomination of a moustache in the name of charity. But hell, you gotta laugh at yourself sometimes. Plus, it's to help raise money for cancer research. Specifically, prostate cancer research. At the moment, you have to get... felt. Up there. In weird places to be initially tested for this. And check out the surgery considerations!
An incision is made through the abdomen or perineal area. You may remain in the hospital for 5 to 7 days. Possible complications include impotence andurinary incontinence, although nerve-sparing procedures may reduce the risk of these complications. This surgery should be performed by a urologist with extensive experience doing this specific procedure.
Orchiectomy alters hormone production and may be recommended for metastatic cancer. There may be some bruising and swelling initially after surgery, but this will gradually subside. The loss of testosterone (hormone) production may lead to problems with sexual function, osteoporosis (thinning of the bones), and loss of muscle mass.
Colour me boggled! Perinieal incisions! Incontinence! Problems with sexual function! I have enough problems with that!
So yeah... please donate generously. *shudder*
Current status of the mo:
Conspicuously Absent.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Berrigan-again. In point form, 'cos i'm tired.
- Lots of cheap wine
- Girl scrag fight out the front of the main pavillion. Classy!
- A girl took my jacket because it was cold.
- Will went to get it back
- Will got frustrated.
- Will went back and, when she refused again may have used the words "Well, you shoulda brought your own jacket, bitch!"
- Will returns, with my jacket.
- Jen rings me, drunk as hell, informing me that "We found the best tent ever! Free food, free booze! this is friggin' great!"
- Jen staggers out of the marquee and drags me in.
- Tim quietly mentions to a random guy that "we're crashin this (Berrigan Social Club) tent".
- Random guy introduces himself as Berrigan Social Club president.
- We leave the tent.
- We go back to Cams house and chow down sausages and more beer before heading to the club.
- I went too hard... im out of the club and walking home within 2 hours. Weak as piss.
- Vomit on the way home. Also begin to suspect im walking the wrong way out of town. Start picturing headlines "Drunk dickhead somehow gets lost in Berrigan. Dies"
- Found Cams place and craaaasshed.
- Woke up at 4am and needed a piss. Rain was belting down. Thought to myself "Fuck that!" and went back to sleep.
- Woke up again at 7am. Didnt need to go to the toilet. Began to suspect i'd wet myself, but found no evidence.
-j
- Lots of cheap wine
- Girl scrag fight out the front of the main pavillion. Classy!
- A girl took my jacket because it was cold.
- Will went to get it back
- Will got frustrated.
- Will went back and, when she refused again may have used the words "Well, you shoulda brought your own jacket, bitch!"
- Will returns, with my jacket.
- Jen rings me, drunk as hell, informing me that "We found the best tent ever! Free food, free booze! this is friggin' great!"
- Jen staggers out of the marquee and drags me in.
- Tim quietly mentions to a random guy that "we're crashin this (Berrigan Social Club) tent".
- Random guy introduces himself as Berrigan Social Club president.
- We leave the tent.
- We go back to Cams house and chow down sausages and more beer before heading to the club.
- I went too hard... im out of the club and walking home within 2 hours. Weak as piss.
- Vomit on the way home. Also begin to suspect im walking the wrong way out of town. Start picturing headlines "Drunk dickhead somehow gets lost in Berrigan. Dies"
- Found Cams place and craaaasshed.
- Woke up at 4am and needed a piss. Rain was belting down. Thought to myself "Fuck that!" and went back to sleep.
- Woke up again at 7am. Didnt need to go to the toilet. Began to suspect i'd wet myself, but found no evidence.
-j
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
It's friiiiiiiday night!
The grand Business Club ball finally came to pass last friday, and holy shit am I glad I decided to go. A few days before I was thinking weak thoughts, such as "I can't really afford this" and "I'll be drinking all next day!". Thank christ I grew some balls and suited up.
This particular suit is a pretty typical 'old man' suit; brown with pinstripes. Mix this with my red con's and a pink shirt, and it looks... well i'm not sure really. I should really dig up a picture from somewhere, but you'll just have to wait.
I rocked up to the house where Jen was having pre drinks with a few of our friends, and rolled in to see her, Rel, Laney and Jo all looking stunning and drunk. It was great! Photo's were taken, Benny (Rel's fella) rocked up along with Jens man, which put a big cheesy grin on her face about a mile wide. Then it was off to the ball.
I hit the shots pretty hard to start with (You got 4 drinks with your price of admission. The first one tasted fucking nasty, but it's all alchohol!), and chatted with Will, Brad, and Eliot about World of Warcraft (hmmm...) before hitting the dance floor with my ex-girlfriend and generally shuffling away to the band.
Theres a big blank patch right about this stage of the night. I'm pretty confident I was dancing with a girl who was cute, and had a nose ring. She ducked away for some reason, and then she came back, sans nose ring. But I thought it was the same girl! This has me pretty well fucked as to what happenned in this period Regardless of this, we chatted, danced, drank a shitload more and I ended up walking her back to her place to get some ID.
She changed shoes (the high heels were mauling her poor feet) and we headed to the Globe. Ended up playing pool with her very badly, drinking a bit more and heading back to her place after a while. She's gorgeous, but I got zero sleep thanks to the single bed thing. And for some reason, she fluffed the fuck out of my hair. Anyone whjo knows me knows that my hair pretty much triples in size once it breaks the gel stronghold, and girls seem to love ruffling the shit up! This left me, at 8.30am, walking home past joggers, early shoppers and a large amount of traffic with a rumpled suit, bleary eyes, and enormous hair. Truly, I am a classy gentleman.
I hit the hay and got about 1 hour of blessed sleep before I was up and ready to go to the Berrigan Races.
This'll have to wait until tomorrow though. Im rooted.
-j
The grand Business Club ball finally came to pass last friday, and holy shit am I glad I decided to go. A few days before I was thinking weak thoughts, such as "I can't really afford this" and "I'll be drinking all next day!". Thank christ I grew some balls and suited up.
This particular suit is a pretty typical 'old man' suit; brown with pinstripes. Mix this with my red con's and a pink shirt, and it looks... well i'm not sure really. I should really dig up a picture from somewhere, but you'll just have to wait.
I rocked up to the house where Jen was having pre drinks with a few of our friends, and rolled in to see her, Rel, Laney and Jo all looking stunning and drunk. It was great! Photo's were taken, Benny (Rel's fella) rocked up along with Jens man, which put a big cheesy grin on her face about a mile wide. Then it was off to the ball.
I hit the shots pretty hard to start with (You got 4 drinks with your price of admission. The first one tasted fucking nasty, but it's all alchohol!), and chatted with Will, Brad, and Eliot about World of Warcraft (hmmm...) before hitting the dance floor with my ex-girlfriend and generally shuffling away to the band.
Theres a big blank patch right about this stage of the night. I'm pretty confident I was dancing with a girl who was cute, and had a nose ring. She ducked away for some reason, and then she came back, sans nose ring. But I thought it was the same girl! This has me pretty well fucked as to what happenned in this period Regardless of this, we chatted, danced, drank a shitload more and I ended up walking her back to her place to get some ID.
She changed shoes (the high heels were mauling her poor feet) and we headed to the Globe. Ended up playing pool with her very badly, drinking a bit more and heading back to her place after a while. She's gorgeous, but I got zero sleep thanks to the single bed thing. And for some reason, she fluffed the fuck out of my hair. Anyone whjo knows me knows that my hair pretty much triples in size once it breaks the gel stronghold, and girls seem to love ruffling the shit up! This left me, at 8.30am, walking home past joggers, early shoppers and a large amount of traffic with a rumpled suit, bleary eyes, and enormous hair. Truly, I am a classy gentleman.
I hit the hay and got about 1 hour of blessed sleep before I was up and ready to go to the Berrigan Races.
This'll have to wait until tomorrow though. Im rooted.
-j
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