Fatigue and Pink Milk
My new job at Allans is awesome... apart from the fact that at the end of every TEN HOUR DAY I'm so tired that I don't even know what day it is, let alone where I am, or who this strange bearded man yelling at me is...
Seriously, ten hours with a half an hour break. Thats fucking illegal, but thanks to Little Johnny Howard, I had to sign an AWA so there ain't shit I can do about it.
A big round of appause for all those who voted liberal.
Hell I can't talk, I didn't vote for anyone. I'm still unregistered. Woo!!!
The only thing that gets me through the day is my pink milk.... Oh and crack.
No. Stay in school kids. Crack is bad and so forth.
I am addicted to energy drinks though. Seriously. On Saturday (our busiest day of the week), I went through three bottles of V. It would have been more but I ran out of money.
But apart from the exhaustion and sore feet, it really is an awesome job. I get to play with guitars and electronic music gear that I can't afford and all the people I work with are really cool.
They gave me a locker!!! And a name badge!!!! And my own special room where all my electronic stuff is!!! No-one else is allowed in there unless I'm there with them!!!!!
And after six days of working there, I'm already the store's third highest selling employee!!! The boss even hinted at me getting to head up my own dedpartment (at the moment Hi-tech is part of musical instruments).
Yay for me being important!!!
Everyone come and visit me at work!!!!
Its the Allans in Pitt Street!!!!
Come now and be rewarded with... uh... a goldfish!!!!
Goldfish may be imaginary.
The promoter reserves the right to imagine the goldfish and any accessories included with said goldfish.
HOUSE HUNTING SUCKS ASS!!!
Seriously, ten hours with a half an hour break. Thats fucking illegal, but thanks to Little Johnny Howard, I had to sign an AWA so there ain't shit I can do about it.
A big round of appause for all those who voted liberal.
Hell I can't talk, I didn't vote for anyone. I'm still unregistered. Woo!!!
The only thing that gets me through the day is my pink milk.... Oh and crack.
No. Stay in school kids. Crack is bad and so forth.
I am addicted to energy drinks though. Seriously. On Saturday (our busiest day of the week), I went through three bottles of V. It would have been more but I ran out of money.
But apart from the exhaustion and sore feet, it really is an awesome job. I get to play with guitars and electronic music gear that I can't afford and all the people I work with are really cool.
They gave me a locker!!! And a name badge!!!! And my own special room where all my electronic stuff is!!! No-one else is allowed in there unless I'm there with them!!!!!
And after six days of working there, I'm already the store's third highest selling employee!!! The boss even hinted at me getting to head up my own dedpartment (at the moment Hi-tech is part of musical instruments).
Yay for me being important!!!
Everyone come and visit me at work!!!!
Its the Allans in Pitt Street!!!!
Come now and be rewarded with... uh... a goldfish!!!!
Goldfish may be imaginary.
The promoter reserves the right to imagine the goldfish and any accessories included with said goldfish.
HOUSE HUNTING SUCKS ASS!!!