Ahem...
I spend a lot of time at work or with mates. A lot. Like 90% of my time. I'm working so hard I can not bother to bank my pay cheques for a week after receiving them. It's strange, I'm kinda like I wanted to be when I was 17 or so and wishing to have enough money to never worry about bills. Which, technically I do. Bills don't concern me. They aren't something I worry about anymore, they come in, they sit on my fridge until one of them is due in the next day then they get paid.
I work a reasonable set of hours at the pub now. I close the place Monday, Wednesday and Thursday and I do 3-5 hours on a Friday and Saturday night until it's manageable enough for me to go. I then head home and take up my other job. Sitting online answering questions SMS'd in to a company run by one of my mates. I get paid 60c for every answer I send back out, and it's easily possible for me to be earning $30 an hour when doing this. I sit on my arse, drink coffee and listen to music whilst chatting to friends and earning $30 an hour. Not a bad gig.
I was meant to be on a 9mm pistol course for army this weekend, but unsurprisingly it got cancelled with very little information being passed to us. We just don't get told where we're supposed to be and it's all over, no weekend for us. However with the current feelings of complete tiredness that I have at the moment I could use a weekend off. I should've gone to the gym Friday and Wednesday but got caught up, once training for this online gig, and again yesterday having coffee in Sandringham. ALthough that was a little justified, well... not really. I had to explain to the manageress of the cafe that the trial I did yesterday was all I was going to do. It's really good to be able to tell people that you don't want to work for them when you've put in a blinder of a trial. They thought they were going to have to train me on plate carrying and coffee making, when I was completing my own orders they almost fell over.
I went out last night after knocking off work at 2100. I planned on missing one train and catching the next whilst I got ready. I shit you not, I reckon I spent 30mins getting ready and dressed up. I deoderised, I ironed, I shaved, I aftershaved I dressed and I strutted. Never have I spent so long on an informal occasion getting ready. Then I had to laugh because my mates who usually dress up rock up with one in a jeans and a tshirt, and the other in shorts and thongs (promptly sent back to get shoes). Maybe it's because I was heading to Brighton? I don't know. Although I saw a mate there dressed in a shirt and cufflinks... I need shirts that need cufflinks... and I need cufflinks.
I work a reasonable set of hours at the pub now. I close the place Monday, Wednesday and Thursday and I do 3-5 hours on a Friday and Saturday night until it's manageable enough for me to go. I then head home and take up my other job. Sitting online answering questions SMS'd in to a company run by one of my mates. I get paid 60c for every answer I send back out, and it's easily possible for me to be earning $30 an hour when doing this. I sit on my arse, drink coffee and listen to music whilst chatting to friends and earning $30 an hour. Not a bad gig.
I was meant to be on a 9mm pistol course for army this weekend, but unsurprisingly it got cancelled with very little information being passed to us. We just don't get told where we're supposed to be and it's all over, no weekend for us. However with the current feelings of complete tiredness that I have at the moment I could use a weekend off. I should've gone to the gym Friday and Wednesday but got caught up, once training for this online gig, and again yesterday having coffee in Sandringham. ALthough that was a little justified, well... not really. I had to explain to the manageress of the cafe that the trial I did yesterday was all I was going to do. It's really good to be able to tell people that you don't want to work for them when you've put in a blinder of a trial. They thought they were going to have to train me on plate carrying and coffee making, when I was completing my own orders they almost fell over.
I went out last night after knocking off work at 2100. I planned on missing one train and catching the next whilst I got ready. I shit you not, I reckon I spent 30mins getting ready and dressed up. I deoderised, I ironed, I shaved, I aftershaved I dressed and I strutted. Never have I spent so long on an informal occasion getting ready. Then I had to laugh because my mates who usually dress up rock up with one in a jeans and a tshirt, and the other in shorts and thongs (promptly sent back to get shoes). Maybe it's because I was heading to Brighton? I don't know. Although I saw a mate there dressed in a shirt and cufflinks... I need shirts that need cufflinks... and I need cufflinks.