Choose Life.
WARNING: THIS IS THE LONGEST POST EVER. navio
FORGE THROUGH AT OWN RISK.
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Here's a long story:
I was supposed to be going to an administration job interview today. I had no cash for an empty car, and was not about to get any fast.
[Edit about an hour of frantic worry, phone calls, and spontaneous brain storming]
I ended up selling one of my shitty acoustic guitars for $30. I think that's how much my dad paid for it in the first place, anyway. I still can't decide if i regret selling it or not. I did need petrol though. You have to spend money to make money right?
Anyway i got to the Erindale petrol station to put in the $5 i did have, before heading up to sell my guitar in Woden. The key to my car got all jammed up though and i had to get the mechanic guys there to fix it. It worked first go for that fucker. The guy and all his fat crack stinky mates laughed at me. How stressful and embarrasing.
Got to Woden, sold the guitar. Got my $30 (I really was hoping for at least $40, you know). Went up to Revolution to try load off three Spiderbait cd's. As the profit was grim i called against their departure. I'm sort of glad this happened as i used to totally love Spiderbait, and keeping them keeps the memory alive, i suppose. Can't say so much for all the other cd's i sold months back, that's another story, though.
Anyway, i went back to the car and the key got all jammed up again. I somehow have a blister due to my futile attempts at turning the key and starting the car. I spent like, fifteen minutes and it didn't work. So i went for a coffee in hopes my car would love me again when i came back. It sure didn't. Another fifteen minutes of frustration. Too late for my fucking job interview now! FUCK!
[Edit phone call of apology, phone call to Sean, waiting for Sean to pick my poor soul up, and reading the Goblin book in the bookshop. (Someone please buy me this book, i am in love with it.)]
Actually it is important that i mention that i wanted to stay in Woden for Coffee, but Sean insisted we go to the city, to my miserable 'what a fucking shit day', reluctancy, to move anywhere, (even for chess), and dismay. But there is good reason for everything.
So we're sitting there, waiting for coffee. I'm reading the jobs guide thinking to myself 'fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck...', until the nice girl Izzy brings us water and i think outloud to her 'why the fuck dont you guys have any job vacancies'. Turns out like, five staff members quit last week so now they do. Izzy was excited at the prospect of me working there full-time so she could take time off for her birthday. Sean and I laughed. And i felt relieved, and happy. Very happy. And then i beat Sean at chess to top it off. It's ok though coz you're going to get a totally rad job at JB Hi-fi man.
[Edit all the other little things Sean and I spoke about, people we said hello to, the crazy rant dude, Sean and I going back to my car to fail dismally again, and Sean taking me home.]
Alright so i have a job trial at Essen at 12pm. 4 hours of unpaid slavery, and considering i do get the job, 8 hour days without breaks between, most likely. But fuck it, it's a full time fucking job. It's my ticket to what i want to do, where i want to be. I can finally get my tattoo, or some of it, in time. I can finally take Louise out to dinner properly, buy her flowers and all that coz she's beautiful. I can finally start saving for better things. I can finally fucking move out!!!
Once my fucking tax return rolls in i can pay back my debts too!!
I'll have to start taking pain killers everyday though because i know how sore my back and shoulders are going to get :( But i'll deal with it, and i'll work hard, and life is going to be fucking rad.
I sound just like Mark Renton at the end of Trainspotting, i really am a junkie minus the heroin. But at least i'm movin' on.
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Funny all that, coz now i'm really happy all the shit stuff happened. Due to it, i ended up a cranky fuck at Essen. Now i have the prospect of a way cooler job than administration could ever be. Let's just hope i get the job :)
Oh yeah, i got car back tonight with Louise. Hung out for the usual babysitting Emma thing, and watched the Lion King. I think it really scared Louise that i can still quote almost every line from that movie. I think i scared myself too. Drank beer from Holland and ate funny pizzas we made on lebanese bread when Craig and Bronwyn got back.
Michael Palin is fucking wet, complaining British sack of shit. And that, coming from me, is a very big call, no?
After all that, and tea and chocolates, Louise drove me to my place to get the spare key, which turned out to be the master key anyway(thanks for letting me know this magic key even existed, whoever i should be blaming). It worked a treat, and now i shall never again have trouble getting my car started coz the key is a piece of shit. YAY!
Louise and Sean, you are the best two people i've ever known, thankyou for everything. That's not just for today, too.
Gigantic rant over. Sorry, everyone.
Note to self: Shut the fuck up you rambling piece of swearing shit. fuck!
Speaking of which, i really gotta ramble if i'm to wake up on time hahah.
xoxo
FORGE THROUGH AT OWN RISK.
------------------------------------------------------------
Here's a long story:
I was supposed to be going to an administration job interview today. I had no cash for an empty car, and was not about to get any fast.
[Edit about an hour of frantic worry, phone calls, and spontaneous brain storming]
I ended up selling one of my shitty acoustic guitars for $30. I think that's how much my dad paid for it in the first place, anyway. I still can't decide if i regret selling it or not. I did need petrol though. You have to spend money to make money right?
Anyway i got to the Erindale petrol station to put in the $5 i did have, before heading up to sell my guitar in Woden. The key to my car got all jammed up though and i had to get the mechanic guys there to fix it. It worked first go for that fucker. The guy and all his fat crack stinky mates laughed at me. How stressful and embarrasing.
Got to Woden, sold the guitar. Got my $30 (I really was hoping for at least $40, you know). Went up to Revolution to try load off three Spiderbait cd's. As the profit was grim i called against their departure. I'm sort of glad this happened as i used to totally love Spiderbait, and keeping them keeps the memory alive, i suppose. Can't say so much for all the other cd's i sold months back, that's another story, though.
Anyway, i went back to the car and the key got all jammed up again. I somehow have a blister due to my futile attempts at turning the key and starting the car. I spent like, fifteen minutes and it didn't work. So i went for a coffee in hopes my car would love me again when i came back. It sure didn't. Another fifteen minutes of frustration. Too late for my fucking job interview now! FUCK!
[Edit phone call of apology, phone call to Sean, waiting for Sean to pick my poor soul up, and reading the Goblin book in the bookshop. (Someone please buy me this book, i am in love with it.)]
Actually it is important that i mention that i wanted to stay in Woden for Coffee, but Sean insisted we go to the city, to my miserable 'what a fucking shit day', reluctancy, to move anywhere, (even for chess), and dismay. But there is good reason for everything.
So we're sitting there, waiting for coffee. I'm reading the jobs guide thinking to myself 'fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck...', until the nice girl Izzy brings us water and i think outloud to her 'why the fuck dont you guys have any job vacancies'. Turns out like, five staff members quit last week so now they do. Izzy was excited at the prospect of me working there full-time so she could take time off for her birthday. Sean and I laughed. And i felt relieved, and happy. Very happy. And then i beat Sean at chess to top it off. It's ok though coz you're going to get a totally rad job at JB Hi-fi man.
[Edit all the other little things Sean and I spoke about, people we said hello to, the crazy rant dude, Sean and I going back to my car to fail dismally again, and Sean taking me home.]
Alright so i have a job trial at Essen at 12pm. 4 hours of unpaid slavery, and considering i do get the job, 8 hour days without breaks between, most likely. But fuck it, it's a full time fucking job. It's my ticket to what i want to do, where i want to be. I can finally get my tattoo, or some of it, in time. I can finally take Louise out to dinner properly, buy her flowers and all that coz she's beautiful. I can finally start saving for better things. I can finally fucking move out!!!
Once my fucking tax return rolls in i can pay back my debts too!!
I'll have to start taking pain killers everyday though because i know how sore my back and shoulders are going to get :( But i'll deal with it, and i'll work hard, and life is going to be fucking rad.
I sound just like Mark Renton at the end of Trainspotting, i really am a junkie minus the heroin. But at least i'm movin' on.
---------------------------------------------------------------
Funny all that, coz now i'm really happy all the shit stuff happened. Due to it, i ended up a cranky fuck at Essen. Now i have the prospect of a way cooler job than administration could ever be. Let's just hope i get the job :)
Oh yeah, i got car back tonight with Louise. Hung out for the usual babysitting Emma thing, and watched the Lion King. I think it really scared Louise that i can still quote almost every line from that movie. I think i scared myself too. Drank beer from Holland and ate funny pizzas we made on lebanese bread when Craig and Bronwyn got back.
Michael Palin is fucking wet, complaining British sack of shit. And that, coming from me, is a very big call, no?
After all that, and tea and chocolates, Louise drove me to my place to get the spare key, which turned out to be the master key anyway(thanks for letting me know this magic key even existed, whoever i should be blaming). It worked a treat, and now i shall never again have trouble getting my car started coz the key is a piece of shit. YAY!
Louise and Sean, you are the best two people i've ever known, thankyou for everything. That's not just for today, too.
Gigantic rant over. Sorry, everyone.
Note to self: Shut the fuck up you rambling piece of swearing shit. fuck!
Speaking of which, i really gotta ramble if i'm to wake up on time hahah.
xoxo