sometimes it's one thing, sometimes it's everything
This is going to be one of those big posts I do, because sometimes I just write about everything.
Mark and I talked about what happened last night, and about how angry we were at each other. I told him what I thought, and he apologised for getting sick. He took a drink of rum and couldn't breathe, so I don't know what happened. I usually do carry a Ventolin around in my handbag, but of course I didn't have one. I tend not to need mine so much, unless I'm at soccer, so it stays where we sleep. He's actually got a cough now, so it's possible that he might actually be sick, in which case I won't be happy.
We really do need to smarten up when it comes to eating. Yesterday I told Mark that it was going to be the last time that we had McDonald's, because I'm sick of eating crap. We need fruit, vegetables, vitamins and good stuff. I'm sick of eating junk. I don't get sick all that often, but Mark does, and I really do think that his diet, plus other things, is a really big factor in that. I honestly do think that if he ate properly then he wouldn't be sick at all. Well he still would get sick occasionally, because everyone does, but he wouldn't be sick all the time. And his headaches would go away if he slept right.
I feel kind of bad for Nat, because it was her birthday yesterday and I didn't stay out long. I took two photos, of Nat's sister and her friend, and that was it. I'm really disappointed about that, because I love photos. I love photos of friends and photos of me with friends, because they remind me of the good times, although I don't have many of those lately. I'm definately going out next weekend, whether Mark comes or not, and I'll definately be taking photos.
My phone set itself back an hour this morning, which was really random and weird. Daylight savings was meant to end today, and did in WA, but it was extended here so it doesnt' end until next weekend now. Which is good for me cause I love daylight savings time, but not good when my phone sets itself an hour back early. It didn't cause too much trouble for me though because as soon as I walked inside this morning I knew something was up because my phone was an hour behind every other clock in the house. My stupid phone was obviously preset to change back on today's date. Mark's phone did it too, but I didn't find that out until he eventually came in to talk to me.
Work sucked ass today. Sunday's are pretty bad, cause there's a few things you have to do, but you have to wait to do them. It's usually like you've got nothing to do in the first two hours because the things you have to do in the last two hours can't be done yet. So you stand around doing nothing, and then are rushed off your feet like crazy. And to make things worse, I had to do the load this afternoon because it's stocktake tomorrow morning so they dont' have time to do it then. Luckily it came in before I went home, because last time it didn't and Joe had to stay back to get it done. I got it all marked off in time, so I just left it with the girls in express to put away, because I had to do the break in liquor. I hope they put it all away in the right spot because I don't want to get yelled at for them being in the wrong spots. I'm just glad that I don't have to do stocktake because I don't like being at work at four in the morning.
I had some feral lady bleed all over my counter today. And she's not just feral because she bled, she really is feral. Feral looking, acting, talking, everything. They are just feral people. And she's always got massive sores all over her face. She's just eww to look at. And this afternoon she comes up to my counter with a bloody piece of paper towel and demands a bandaid. I gave her one, but thought that it would probably be better if she'd gone to the chemist and bought her own packet. It was gross, I don't have anything against blood, but the fact that she came up to us and expected us to put a bandaid on her finger. And she's just feral. I disinfected my hands with our alcohol spray a hundred times, and then sprayed my counter with spray and wipe, and then sprayed it with the alcohol spray again. Just about the worst thing that's happened to me while in the smokeshop. She gives that evil guy who complained about the oranges, and who's mission in life is to make all the check out girls cry, a run for his money. Yuk.
Yesterday at work I kept getting in trouble for talking. You really can't help it when you're in express, and on the weekends all the casuals are in there, instead of the old workers comp people who can't work on normal check outs because they're old or injured. And I'm just a sociable person. My manager put it right when she said that it didn't matter who they put in there, I would still talk to them anyway. I love talking, and sometimes there really isn't anything else to do. And I can talk and work at the same time, especially if I'm only filling. We're all friends at work. I've talked about anything on that counter. I've talked about friends, other people, sex, moving out, going out, rumours, anything. I do talk to anyone, and it doesn't really matter about what. They're just going to have to deal; I still get all the work done.
Photography is going really well. We had dramas on Friday because we got the films mixed up while they were in the tanks. It wouldn't have mattered so much, but Precious had two films while the rest of us only had one, so she needed to put twice as much stuff in hers. We all freaked out, and me and Precious's friend put twice as much stuff in just in case, but neither of us had her film. We found it, and it didn't work because the silly older lady that had it didn't even think that she took the wrong one. So Precious's films didn't turn out any good, well one didn't even turn out at all. I felt bad for her, but she didn't seem too stressed out about it. I can't wait to go next week and make some more photos. I'm really excited.
I have an essay to write for psychology. It's due in on Friday and I haven't started yet so I'm only panicking a little. I have tomorrow off so I'm spending all day on it. I work four hours on Tuesday, then nine on both Wednesday and Thursday, and the Friday is out (as well as Wednesday) because of TAFE and work. I'm going to try to get most of it knocked over tomorrow, and then finish it on Tuesday, and go over it again on Thursday night and submit it. It's about declining memory in the aged; why and how it declines and what goes on in the brain, some experiment that some guy did, and how memory decline can be slowed down by conscious mental exercises. I'm not stressing out too much about it because I did a whole unit on memory last semester. I do know a fair bit already. And it's only 875 words (excluding abstract which is approximately 125 words) so I won't even get space to get into anything too specific! Last semester I wrote an 1000 word essay and I didn't do too well on it. One of the comments I got was that it was too generalised, but you can't get into detail in 1000 words. I'm really hating these 1000 word word limits, but I'm hoping it's just a first year thing. I'm hanging out for 3000 word essays and anything bigger than that where I can go into detail and really do some decent writing.
I'm just hanging out to get this psych essay written, so that I can concentrate on photography for a little while, and then do my other essays. I have a short essay for writing and an essay for sociology that I have to write, which are both due in on the 28th April. My essay for sociology is about youth, which is going to be fairly interesting. I don't know what my writing question is yet. It doesn't really matter, I just have to show that I can write.
Tomorrow Mark and I find out about this flat. Tomorrow I could be telling Mum that we're moving out for good. That kinda scares me, a whole lot. I don't really want to think about it until I have to. So I'm not going to, or at least try not to. I'll blog about it tomorrow when I find out.
I think I've written enough for one Sunday night. There was a couple of other things I wanted to say, but I couldn't be bothered. And I've forgotten. I was so busy when I finally got online tonight, with chatting to Drena, Facebook, this, my other blog, OYETTS that I turned iTunes on and half an hour later realised that it had loaded and I hadn't pressed play yet. When I haven't turned my music on yet, I know I'm mega busy and need to chill out for a little while.