Raining on my god-damned parade
As I may or may not have said, I am currently living in Gladstone. It has barely stopped raining in four days. Now, that might be normal for some places, but this town has a knack for avoiding even the biggest of cloud fronts. (Is cloud fronts a thing? Eh, whatever.)
Anyway, so the rivers are rising, the roads are absolutely falling to pieces (as in just about every street that isn't residential is full of HUGE like seriously I kid you not one metre diametre pot holes), and no one can get anywhere.
The shops are out of bread, milk, there haven't been papers in days, the industries have stopped production and basically every bastard is coming to the sports club where I work and deciding it's a fine evening for Chinese food. Go away. I don't want to serve you. What are you eating Chinese food for on Australia Day? Ahhh, the irony.
But anyway, the main news for me; the trains have been cancelled and the roads are closed so there is absolutely no way Hamish and I can go to Fraser Island tomorrow. Not that that place is very dry anyway. They've started getting it pretty bad now too. The trains called and I can be refunded, and I contacted Kingfisher Resort, and they're giving me a voucher for the full $600 I paid for the reservation (which is very good of them because it was one of those super strict no alterations or cancellations, pay upfront thing).
It's a damned shame. Unless we can get down there in the next week at latest, we can't go. I go back to university soon and GOD, I have needed that holiday. Living at home has been like three months of back-breaking work. Kind of literally. I have THE FEK-SHITTIEST BACK EVER, THANK YOU FATHER GENETICS. I went to the chiropractor (BACKMAN!! NANANANANA) and I have some SERIOUS scoliosis going on that I sort of didn't realise I had..... and my shoulders are, for want of finer volcabulary, FEKKED. Absolutely. The pain. God. The motherfekking pain. I can't carry many plates and that's my job as a waitress... And I went off at dad just before. Long time coming. Sort of just rising staccato shouts that got progressively more distraught until I burst into tears. Now if I have to cower from a cyclone in the same shelter as him I'd rather go out into the wind.
Anyway, long story short, I NEEDED that holiday like nothing else can fix, and it might be gone all together now. I am so upset about it. I hope I can do SOMETHING before I go back.
I hope Hamish and his family are all right as well. They live on the river in Boyne Island and there have been evacuations there because of the rising river. It is high tide tonight as well, so if it bursts, they're flooded. I'm really worried for them all the same and it's making me anxious not having any reception on my mobile phone and the fact that the Boyne bridge might very well be closed soon as well. I hope they're all alright.
Anxious upset rant over.
(Oh and I have applied to drop science finally.)
Over and out.
UPDATE - Boyne Island is cut off completely. I think Hamish might be at Tanyalla. I hope so. It's in Boyne but it's where they're getting everyone to go.
I'm terribly worried, and I hope unduly so.
Anyway, so the rivers are rising, the roads are absolutely falling to pieces (as in just about every street that isn't residential is full of HUGE like seriously I kid you not one metre diametre pot holes), and no one can get anywhere.
The shops are out of bread, milk, there haven't been papers in days, the industries have stopped production and basically every bastard is coming to the sports club where I work and deciding it's a fine evening for Chinese food. Go away. I don't want to serve you. What are you eating Chinese food for on Australia Day? Ahhh, the irony.
But anyway, the main news for me; the trains have been cancelled and the roads are closed so there is absolutely no way Hamish and I can go to Fraser Island tomorrow. Not that that place is very dry anyway. They've started getting it pretty bad now too. The trains called and I can be refunded, and I contacted Kingfisher Resort, and they're giving me a voucher for the full $600 I paid for the reservation (which is very good of them because it was one of those super strict no alterations or cancellations, pay upfront thing).
It's a damned shame. Unless we can get down there in the next week at latest, we can't go. I go back to university soon and GOD, I have needed that holiday. Living at home has been like three months of back-breaking work. Kind of literally. I have THE FEK-SHITTIEST BACK EVER, THANK YOU FATHER GENETICS. I went to the chiropractor (BACKMAN!! NANANANANA) and I have some SERIOUS scoliosis going on that I sort of didn't realise I had..... and my shoulders are, for want of finer volcabulary, FEKKED. Absolutely. The pain. God. The motherfekking pain. I can't carry many plates and that's my job as a waitress... And I went off at dad just before. Long time coming. Sort of just rising staccato shouts that got progressively more distraught until I burst into tears. Now if I have to cower from a cyclone in the same shelter as him I'd rather go out into the wind.
Anyway, long story short, I NEEDED that holiday like nothing else can fix, and it might be gone all together now. I am so upset about it. I hope I can do SOMETHING before I go back.
I hope Hamish and his family are all right as well. They live on the river in Boyne Island and there have been evacuations there because of the rising river. It is high tide tonight as well, so if it bursts, they're flooded. I'm really worried for them all the same and it's making me anxious not having any reception on my mobile phone and the fact that the Boyne bridge might very well be closed soon as well. I hope they're all alright.
Anxious upset rant over.
(Oh and I have applied to drop science finally.)
Over and out.
UPDATE - Boyne Island is cut off completely. I think Hamish might be at Tanyalla. I hope so. It's in Boyne but it's where they're getting everyone to go.
I'm terribly worried, and I hope unduly so.