Keep on grooving keep improving, Tell me where you're from!
I have sent off a butt-load of CVs and Show Reels to eight different companies. Laws of average mean SOMEONE'S gotta say yes.... I hope. I'd like to get a job as a runner for one of these companies. A weekend job as a runner! How kick ass would that be? Gotta look into that at some stage...
Got a family gathering this weekend! Always a laugh, plus I don't have to go to work on Saturday night! SCORE! Although I do miss CSI this Saturday which sucks, but ha well. Also realised New York is next week so I'm gearing up to that, we still haven't got all the details yet so I'm keeping my ears open. Guess what I bought last night?
GOBLET OF FIRE!
Oh yes, the DVD was £13 at Sainsbury's so I thought 'Ah sod it, I deserve it!' Espeically after what happened on Sunday; Okay *deep breath*
I love my mum, but by God she can be insane sometimes. Last weekend was a classic example. First of all my brother has a random party where he and his friends drink till dawn and smoke weed till the ceiling becomes transient and then explode a bomb containing trainers, beer cans, dirty plates and bowls and kebab remains in every room downstairs. Of course I didn't join in because a) I don't like some of Peter's friends b) I feel weird about partying with people four years younger than me and c) I had work the next morning. So I had to try and sleep with people yelling, crying, bitching, singing and screaming downstairs. I tell you now, if they tried to come into my room to make jail-bait babies in my room whilst I was trying to sleep I would have gone Halloween on their asses. I then had to crawl out of bed to go to work the next morning and was robbed the luxaray of walking around in my undies because the last thing I need is my little brothers friends seeing me in the mornings. When I got home from yet another frankly boring day at work a clean up operation was already under way. The place was a disaster area. I stood back a while to check my various internet bases, when I finally felt sorry for my little brother and pitched in. I was hoovering and sweeping and then my parents got home. Mum was so upset about the state of the house she refused to come into the front room... She then yelled at me for the chaos I had caused and I had to bite my lip to stop from screaming 'IT'S BECAUSE I'M TRYING TO HOOVER AND CLEAN FOR YOU! YOU HORMOANAL LOON!' Or words to that effect.
Same continued as I went into the conservatory, the back room, the kitchen and the hall. All this time I couldn't help that it is slightly unfair I am being yelled at for y'know, trying to help out. It wasn't even my party for God's sake! I was trying to make her happy and keep my end of the bargain (she asked if I could help clean up) and I was getting flak for it! Bubbling righteous indignation boiling out of my ears I continued to clean thankful for my entire Ayumi Hamasaki back catalogue (including the Princess China Orchestra meets Ayumi Hamasaki album which is awesome).
BUT! At the end of the clean up operation, my mum did apologise for yelling at me. Repeatedly and profusely. And she did yell at Peter more than at me. I did try to help after all. So at least she saw she was in the wrong, it's a huge victory for me, I have to say since most of the time I am in the wrong.
But it made me realise one thing; I have to get a new job. Again. For the gazillionenth time. If only because I drive my mother nuts, but I also worked out that the money I spend on rail fair coming back to London on the Monday (including Young Person's Rail Card) isn't even covered by my morning shift. It's barely worth coming home! ARGH! It's like my hard earned cash is being flushed down the pan! Sigh.
At least I get to watch CSI at work. That's something.
I am so bored with my job.
Blargh.
Got a family gathering this weekend! Always a laugh, plus I don't have to go to work on Saturday night! SCORE! Although I do miss CSI this Saturday which sucks, but ha well. Also realised New York is next week so I'm gearing up to that, we still haven't got all the details yet so I'm keeping my ears open. Guess what I bought last night?
GOBLET OF FIRE!
Oh yes, the DVD was £13 at Sainsbury's so I thought 'Ah sod it, I deserve it!' Espeically after what happened on Sunday; Okay *deep breath*
I love my mum, but by God she can be insane sometimes. Last weekend was a classic example. First of all my brother has a random party where he and his friends drink till dawn and smoke weed till the ceiling becomes transient and then explode a bomb containing trainers, beer cans, dirty plates and bowls and kebab remains in every room downstairs. Of course I didn't join in because a) I don't like some of Peter's friends b) I feel weird about partying with people four years younger than me and c) I had work the next morning. So I had to try and sleep with people yelling, crying, bitching, singing and screaming downstairs. I tell you now, if they tried to come into my room to make jail-bait babies in my room whilst I was trying to sleep I would have gone Halloween on their asses. I then had to crawl out of bed to go to work the next morning and was robbed the luxaray of walking around in my undies because the last thing I need is my little brothers friends seeing me in the mornings. When I got home from yet another frankly boring day at work a clean up operation was already under way. The place was a disaster area. I stood back a while to check my various internet bases, when I finally felt sorry for my little brother and pitched in. I was hoovering and sweeping and then my parents got home. Mum was so upset about the state of the house she refused to come into the front room... She then yelled at me for the chaos I had caused and I had to bite my lip to stop from screaming 'IT'S BECAUSE I'M TRYING TO HOOVER AND CLEAN FOR YOU! YOU HORMOANAL LOON!' Or words to that effect.
Same continued as I went into the conservatory, the back room, the kitchen and the hall. All this time I couldn't help that it is slightly unfair I am being yelled at for y'know, trying to help out. It wasn't even my party for God's sake! I was trying to make her happy and keep my end of the bargain (she asked if I could help clean up) and I was getting flak for it! Bubbling righteous indignation boiling out of my ears I continued to clean thankful for my entire Ayumi Hamasaki back catalogue (including the Princess China Orchestra meets Ayumi Hamasaki album which is awesome).
BUT! At the end of the clean up operation, my mum did apologise for yelling at me. Repeatedly and profusely. And she did yell at Peter more than at me. I did try to help after all. So at least she saw she was in the wrong, it's a huge victory for me, I have to say since most of the time I am in the wrong.
But it made me realise one thing; I have to get a new job. Again. For the gazillionenth time. If only because I drive my mother nuts, but I also worked out that the money I spend on rail fair coming back to London on the Monday (including Young Person's Rail Card) isn't even covered by my morning shift. It's barely worth coming home! ARGH! It's like my hard earned cash is being flushed down the pan! Sigh.
At least I get to watch CSI at work. That's something.
I am so bored with my job.
Blargh.