...as a trend; as a friend; as a known enemy
before i start on another long diatribe, i would like to say Happy Birthday to Keanu Reeves, who turned 44 yesterday! lol
and now it begins...
*sigh* well im sittin in my ticket box as usual on a Wednesday, listening to Come As You Are by Nirvana - the acoustic live version... this song fills me with such a great feeling... like memories from those times i miss so much - back in Bungendore when i was alone all the time doing whatever i wanted to do... I've always been amazed at the emotional connection behind great music... I just suddenly feel...light, carefree...
but alas i just got shot down with potentially bad news:
they're trying to cut down the Box Office (concert sales) shifts here at the Park... which means that those of us who work on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays (the days the Park's closed), may get a cut back on shifts... that is non, non, non, non heinous!
I understand the reasoning behind it tho - there's not really much to do on those days, however what we do do is mainly Guest Relations/reception work, with just a hint of Box Office. If these changes go ahead, Megan, the Box Office Manager/Guest Relations Supervisor (who already works some of those days), will be replacing us and doing her work and ours, in order to cut down hours. She doesnt want this to happen, and obviously neither do I, as i make around $125 from my Wednesday shift alone... she's trying to fight it because apart from the wages issue, it is more convenient to have someone down here on those days while Megs does her own thing...
...so fingers crossed
and one more melancholy tale, my English friend Sam, who stayed in the boarding house for a brief 2 months, just left on Monday (his birthday) and I miss him like I havent missed someone in a while... Dave and I are dealing with the emptiness he left behind, as we spent every moment we were at home with Sammy. One good thing, however, is that Sam was a huge pot smoker, and without him we probably wont smoke as much, however the unnatural boredom drowning his departure has made us momentarily desperate for it. so much so, that i was very agitated and anxious last night while trying to sleep... sleep and I have never got along, as you know, but last night I realised that while I dont actually have a mental addiction, i may have formed a physical one over those 2 months...
i found this rather interesting, but also know its not a big deal, it'll just take some time to get back into the routine of not smoking every night.
...wow, not a very positive post, is this?? oh well, Kurt Cobain is helping me keep my mind off the anchor that just sank into the pit of my stomach...
and now it begins...
*sigh* well im sittin in my ticket box as usual on a Wednesday, listening to Come As You Are by Nirvana - the acoustic live version... this song fills me with such a great feeling... like memories from those times i miss so much - back in Bungendore when i was alone all the time doing whatever i wanted to do... I've always been amazed at the emotional connection behind great music... I just suddenly feel...light, carefree...
but alas i just got shot down with potentially bad news:
they're trying to cut down the Box Office (concert sales) shifts here at the Park... which means that those of us who work on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays (the days the Park's closed), may get a cut back on shifts... that is non, non, non, non heinous!
I understand the reasoning behind it tho - there's not really much to do on those days, however what we do do is mainly Guest Relations/reception work, with just a hint of Box Office. If these changes go ahead, Megan, the Box Office Manager/Guest Relations Supervisor (who already works some of those days), will be replacing us and doing her work and ours, in order to cut down hours. She doesnt want this to happen, and obviously neither do I, as i make around $125 from my Wednesday shift alone... she's trying to fight it because apart from the wages issue, it is more convenient to have someone down here on those days while Megs does her own thing...
...so fingers crossed
and one more melancholy tale, my English friend Sam, who stayed in the boarding house for a brief 2 months, just left on Monday (his birthday) and I miss him like I havent missed someone in a while... Dave and I are dealing with the emptiness he left behind, as we spent every moment we were at home with Sammy. One good thing, however, is that Sam was a huge pot smoker, and without him we probably wont smoke as much, however the unnatural boredom drowning his departure has made us momentarily desperate for it. so much so, that i was very agitated and anxious last night while trying to sleep... sleep and I have never got along, as you know, but last night I realised that while I dont actually have a mental addiction, i may have formed a physical one over those 2 months...
i found this rather interesting, but also know its not a big deal, it'll just take some time to get back into the routine of not smoking every night.
...wow, not a very positive post, is this?? oh well, Kurt Cobain is helping me keep my mind off the anchor that just sank into the pit of my stomach...