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|Wednesday, July 26th, 2006|
ahh... you all suck...
anyway, so mark just suprised me, i now have a work laptop. i moaned so much about him never letting me borrow his to do minutes and having to write it down on paper ( i am a complete pleb with paper and a pen, damn hands.) that he got a 'change management laptop'.... which will be great cuz it has a dvd burner etc.... so i can burn/watch dvds I MEAN WRITE MINUTES AND DO CHANGE STUFF.
my shoes broke earlier, i was maddened. i was in the city so then i limped around the myer centre looking for shoes.... i couldnt find any i liked... so i bought a bag. hahah. its a sexy sachi bag, mwahah! the bit between the heel and the toe snapped, so sometimes i would be walking and if i stood square then it was ok but a slight angle and the whole heel would bend forward. very annoying. thge cleaners looked at me funny when they emptied my bin cuz there was a bag and some seemingly nice looking shoes in there.
still no concrete decision on the new house. the albert st one had a pretty great view. but still. hrm... just justifying spending all that money although i will never have to pay for a cab again, and can theoretically go home for lunch etc. hrmmm decisions.
well that is all i have to report. bazoinggggggggg
|Thursday, March 23rd, 2006|
|advance australia fair
i am so fucking sick of hearing the australian anthem - what the fuck are they talking about anyway
|Wednesday, March 22nd, 2006|
|boring, boring day.
well, i wrote my agency lady a tactfully put email about my job, but i dunno now if i should send it or not
i got given half an hour tops work to do today
the rest was spent playing solitaire, minesweeper and freecell.
everyone knew i wanted stuff to done and my boss said 'just sit there and answer the phone'
the phone rings like 10 times a day max.... fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk soooo fucking boring
and anyone who says i wish i got paid $125 a day to play games - I DARE YOU $125 that you cannot play those three games for 7 and a half hours pretty much straight without losing your mind.
fuck gahhhhhh Current Mood: bitchy
|Wednesday, March 15th, 2006|
|two glasses, too easy
mmm not much to report, works sucks, i got angry with my dictaphone technophobic thinks im stupid boss, she rung me this arvy and wanted me to find some contact details from an excel document... tehre were several different sheets in this document and she elaborately explained to me how i could click the little arrow and scroll across to other sheet tabs... duh... anyway, i noted that the sheet she wanted was not one of the 6 or so sheets..... i tell her that sheet isnt there... she explains againa bout the little arrow, just click that.... i explain to her that i am clicking that and have read the title of each sheet and its not there, she said its there its THE ARROW IN THE CORNER WHICH MOVES IT ACROSS, and i explain that yes i know that, i am clicking that, the sheet IS NOT THERE. she then asks me to get adrian so that she can explain to him how to move across to find the sheet she wanted.
needless to say he told her that it wasnt there either, grr, she just thinks im retarded its annoying.
i have a new job on monday at mater hospital for two weeks IF my current job ends on friday, which isnt yet confirmed. i guess i'll find out tomorrow.... if not.... im not sure whats the happs.... anyway, it will all work out
OH OH OH AND I GOT PAID TODAY :D $627. and i paid laura and i paid blair and i bought random useless stuff at the chemist i dont need, i feel better now.
i bought fig and cinnamon lip butter just because i liked the smell of the cinnamon, i dont think it does a very good balmy job or tastes good but it SMELLS LIKE CINNAMON alright
and in other news, the area i work in is soooo african, the bus i got on today, was like, 80 % african, i could hear was loud african talking
and this bitch in front of me with TWO MASSIVE MOLES on her forehead (think horns) was looking at them like she was sooo much better than them, smirking, she also had a nose like a bird, i wanted to slap her
annnnnnd ummmmmm thats it for now Current Mood: contemplative
|Tuesday, March 14th, 2006|
I hate you.
Every day you make my simple walking to the bus/work/the gas station/home an angry time.
I use this time every day for some quiet reflection and thinking whilst reaching one of the aforesaid destinations.
It makes me angry, really angry, when I am suddenly rudely roused from my thoughts by stupid homosexual drivers.
Let me just make some facts clear:
1. I do not think you are sexy
2. I'm not going to fuck you
3. I hate you
4. I'm never going to talk to you
5. I think your car is stupid despite you obviously going to a lot of effort to make it noisy/dark/shiny
6. I know you would never talk to me faced with me in a stationary situation; travelling at speed gives you the upper hand as you can just make your 'point' and rush off
With this in mind, I am really really sick of you waving at me, whistling at me, hanging out the window at me, calling out names, staring (yes I can see, dark glasses are my friend), beeping your horn in my ear and making gestures every time I set foot outside.
I KNOW that 95% of the people around the area that I work in especially, are black, ugly, old, fat, homeless, white trash, or any combination of the above thus making me the hottest thing in sight by default, but that still does not give you the right to intterrupt my debbie time with your bullshit.
Leave me alone to zone out from the incessant VROOOMMMMMM BRMMMMMMM of a noisy motorway in peace please.
me Current Mood: bitchy
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