the optional month of june
My new job at an internet cafe.
The initial excitement of being able to listen to my own music, read, draw and spend hours perusing the net has worn off.
Im bored with my cds, my attention span for reading has vanished, i seemed to have misplaced my imagination and my relationship with the internet is currently on the rocks. so we meet again live journal.
to begin with this guy has made me fuck around burning his techno shit cds claiming he didnt know how and has just came in and finished burning them...no wait hes just sitting at the computer watching the percentage bar slowly crawl across the screen. i wish that he'd would stop asking me questions, that would be grand.
this morning the art teacher came in, and the eccentric artist, who i think is tony woods. he was telling me how he is having a screening of some arty film thing and will bring me in some info about it. i like that idea, artists intrigue me. then again so do fitzroy bums.
Today i wandered into my other work and was told that the other poster company is posing as us and putting posters on our pin boards so now we have photo id!! how fucking stupid.
i sure do want food. i wish the lady on computer number 10 would exit the building!
shit. he's back and calling me by my first name.
there was a guy here this morning who used the net and found it necessary to hang around talk to me, informing me of how his last job he was earning so much cash and how he went out last night and is sooo hungover etc. now apparently we're on first name basis, too bad i dont remember his name. a short, balding, 30 something average joe is how i'd describe him. probably looking up porn as i type. eewwww!
we should have a sign that says no masturbation....
anyway, i had my first sales person in today.
i told him i wouldnt buy anything but i'd like to see what he was selling.
he was wearing a tie with smiley faces on it. he wanted to sell me a manicure set for $5, i said maybe not, he then showed me a photo album for $10, i said i didnt like it, he then saw i was drawing and kinda got as excited as a reserved sales man could and showed me a kids art pack, you know the ones with half a dozen textas, pencils, crayons, paints etc for only $10, i mentioned thats how much they are in shops so he offered me $7. i pointed out that i own those things already and he said goodbye.
that was my experience with a sales person, thats if you dont include the nervous man last week who wanted to sell me 50 rolls of toilet paper. he didnt count because he was to scared to come up to the counter.
shit i was just in a daze out the window and it would have looked like i was staring at a customer.
ha ha! 2 weeks later and i discover the art of lowering the swivel chair, i just assumed it was broken.
this entry is so long i doubt anyone would bother reading it. i can hear people arguing about what phone card to buy so i will bid you farewell,
ciao.
The initial excitement of being able to listen to my own music, read, draw and spend hours perusing the net has worn off.
Im bored with my cds, my attention span for reading has vanished, i seemed to have misplaced my imagination and my relationship with the internet is currently on the rocks. so we meet again live journal.
to begin with this guy has made me fuck around burning his techno shit cds claiming he didnt know how and has just came in and finished burning them...no wait hes just sitting at the computer watching the percentage bar slowly crawl across the screen. i wish that he'd would stop asking me questions, that would be grand.
this morning the art teacher came in, and the eccentric artist, who i think is tony woods. he was telling me how he is having a screening of some arty film thing and will bring me in some info about it. i like that idea, artists intrigue me. then again so do fitzroy bums.
Today i wandered into my other work and was told that the other poster company is posing as us and putting posters on our pin boards so now we have photo id!! how fucking stupid.
i sure do want food. i wish the lady on computer number 10 would exit the building!
shit. he's back and calling me by my first name.
there was a guy here this morning who used the net and found it necessary to hang around talk to me, informing me of how his last job he was earning so much cash and how he went out last night and is sooo hungover etc. now apparently we're on first name basis, too bad i dont remember his name. a short, balding, 30 something average joe is how i'd describe him. probably looking up porn as i type. eewwww!
we should have a sign that says no masturbation....
anyway, i had my first sales person in today.
i told him i wouldnt buy anything but i'd like to see what he was selling.
he was wearing a tie with smiley faces on it. he wanted to sell me a manicure set for $5, i said maybe not, he then showed me a photo album for $10, i said i didnt like it, he then saw i was drawing and kinda got as excited as a reserved sales man could and showed me a kids art pack, you know the ones with half a dozen textas, pencils, crayons, paints etc for only $10, i mentioned thats how much they are in shops so he offered me $7. i pointed out that i own those things already and he said goodbye.
that was my experience with a sales person, thats if you dont include the nervous man last week who wanted to sell me 50 rolls of toilet paper. he didnt count because he was to scared to come up to the counter.
shit i was just in a daze out the window and it would have looked like i was staring at a customer.
ha ha! 2 weeks later and i discover the art of lowering the swivel chair, i just assumed it was broken.
this entry is so long i doubt anyone would bother reading it. i can hear people arguing about what phone card to buy so i will bid you farewell,
ciao.