i just gotta say.

oh internet, don't look at me like that. the difference between us is that you have approximately five days before you start to lag and lose interest in what it is you're doing. i have about 4 hours of awake time per day that i'm at my best, and it just so happens i'm in that space right now. my sleeping patterns are still fucked up since the last time we spoke; i've been going to bed at like 6am every night and sleeping through the whole day, staying up the next night until my shift at work starts and coming home to bomb out and wake up at some obscene hour of the early morning. such is the life of the university student on holidays.

that's a generalization, i'm sorry. it's probably not that standard, i'm just a lazy shit. anyway. i haven't really been getting up to much of late besides sleeping, playing halo reach and continuing to save for my piano. i currently have $800 of $2000. feels good to almost be halfway there. i feel kind of bad now because i said i'd be awake and head over to dylan's place this afternoon. i needed to nap because he was doing something or other and i didn't know when he'd be free, so i told my brother to wake me up at 8pm. my brother didn't wake me at 8pm. i woke up when i had my bag of groceries thrown onto my inanimate sleeping corpse (promptly disturbing that state of being) and heard the remains of my mother's bitching about the food i buy when she has perfectly good food in the fridge. at 12:46am. i just figured i'd be nice and allow her to have more of her tasteless stew for herself and the family. i'm a big kid now. she reminds me enough of that fact enough.

so in other news, i'm still hunting for a second job. my chances of gaining extra employment were looking much brighter upon the recommendation of a dear friend of mine about a possible job vacancy i could fill, but i don't have my hopes suspended very high. my mother was telling me about a girl i'm not going to name who got a job recently at a place i applied for. this particular girl has every fucking developmental disorder possible, but she can communicate somewhat. it's not fair. i could work that job four times as efficiently, and yet they're handing out job positions for people who quite frankly aren't fit to work them to their best potential, to the obvious detriment of the company. it's stupid, and i'm bitter about it. so i should be. maybe i should put that on my resume. "vegetable, but i'm pretty nice, guys." cue letter of interview.



anyway, i'm not stressing too much about it right now. i'm on holidays, and stress is something i'm postponing until such a time as it's inevitable consuming force weighs down on me and sends me into a stupor like last year. i'm actually hoping that won't happen, but who knows. i'm abandoning the concept of 'new years resolutions', and opting instead to achieve daily goals. they're easier to work towards and if i fulfill them in time, that means every day i have something to feel good about. oh blog. where have my friends gone? one of them disappeared interstate, and i totally didn't know. i saw the leaving party photos on facebook and it served as the reminder that they don't need me now. perhaps they never did. i promised i wouldn't start talking about this again because it's negative and goes nowhere, plus i get the fucking crap stalked right out of me these days, but i do have to mention as a necessary undertone to this paragraph that i'm disappointed. and now that i've made my point, i'll start a new paragraph:

and remind myself that sure, they may have given up on me, that doesn't make me any less fucking brilliant right? so my dear friends, i would like to extend the arm of friendship to you both as a one-fingered salute to highschool drama and a kind gesture to the future, because i want to feel good about myself this year. besides;



:)

through the dark streets they'd go searching to see god in their own way.

hey blog. it's ten past eight in the morning of the second of january, 2011. lol i just typed 2010, and had to backtrack. anyway, i've got a few hours until i have to be at work so i figured since i'm staying up all morning like an idiot i might as well come and share some random thoughts with you for the morning, seeing as nobody talks to me on facebook any more it seems.

it's funny how people shop at crazy clarks for a reason. it's funny how people don't shop at crazy clarks for a reason. but it's most funny how both reasons are one and the same: it's bloody cheap. i tend to take most notice of this around gift-giving times like birthdays and christmases. it's funny when you receive things you know the exact price of because they came from your store. i can't help but wonder whether people purposely bought from crazy clarks to tick me off, or just bought from there and forgot. and when it comes to giving gifts myself, the same thoughts run through my head, as if everyone knows what comes from crazy clarks and what doesn't. gosh.

hmmm. i'm sitting here listening to the ministry of sound annual 2011 compilation, and it's ticking me off a bit i have to say. i'd rather be listening to something a little classier, but i'm sick of all my music so i can't really win today. i really wish i didn't have to work today. if there's one thing i'm completely sick of, over, and unmotivated for, it's going to crazy clarks. don't get me wrong, it's not a bad place to work.. i just hate it. i want something different and new, that's easy to get into the routine of, with a uniform, and with flexible hours. obviously such a perfect job is unheard of and thus i am stuck at crazy clarks. the hatred is strong.

guess what? it's the second day into the new year and i haven't had mcdonalds yet. and i cleaned my room! i'm going so well. haha. i found a whole heap of coins i had stashed away, so today i'm taking them into work and changing them into more manageable change and buying some goddamn lunch. $3.75 macaroni and $3 energy drink. can't go wrong, really. considering how little sleep i've had, anyway. once i get this slog out of the way, i'll come home and sleep, and devise an exercise routine so i can stop being such a lard. i'm also thinking about how i'm going to utilize my time this year. i was thinking about deferring and earning money, but instead i think i'll take just two subjects in the new semester and work part time instead so i get decent hours and shift some of my degree at the same time.

say, i'm looking forward to tomorrow. i'm going to have dylan over and we're going to make our way through the firefight maps on halo 3 ODST for a crappy 80G, and hopefully knock over some heroic campaign missions if that gets boring too. fun times right? hopefully i'll have had more sleep before then. anyway, that about does me for my morning thoughts. i'm also going to try harder to track what money i'm earning week by week, and see if i can devise some kind of ordered schedule for saving for this flipping piano.

it's too early for me to bother drawing things.
love<3

dust from a distant sun, will shower over everyone

*post was done at 11am, but my computer dictated that i post it six hours later. okay then, computer. you just keep doing what you're doing*


ugh, i have finally awoken from my slumber and cracked myself out of my tired stupor. guess what, y'all. it's sunday! i'll tell you about my shift yesterday.

since my brother goes to tennis on saturday mornings, we had to leave at 8am and get me to work about 20 minutes before my shift started. which meant that i was up at 5:30am to allow myself the time in the shower, time to eat breakfast, and time to get my hair dried and straightened out that i need in the morning when my reflexes are about 4x slower than usual. so i rocked up to annandale central at 8:10am feeling like crap. i didn't have any sleep the previous night because i'm an idiot, so getting out of bed wasn't the issue. it was fighting the urge to not just drop.

so we opened up the shop, and 8:30am rolled around fast enough. it was then, that i realised: 20% off storewide. 50% off christmas ware. 30% off toys.



needless to say, my dreams of a nice quiet saturday with minimal customer traffic were smashed in front of my eyes when i saw the sign out the front. it was one of the busiest shifts ever. we made almost $11,000 in sales yesterday alone. halfway through the day, we ran out of the 7ft christmas trees and the one that was on display was the only one left. of course a lady wanted the display model because it's easier to buy the one already assembled with all the lovely decorations, tinsel, fake snow and lights: collectively a 2 hour effort last month by yours truly. so that was another hour of my day, disassembling it and breathing in ten tonnes of false snow (to give you an idea, its just like sticking your face in a box filled with glitter, sneezing in the box and having to inhale all of it again, rinse repeat) so by the end of it i looked like i'd been rained on, or i had really bad dandruff, haha. so i ran out the back and grabbed a flatpack trolley, wheeled all this lady's stuff to the registers and sculled the rest of my waterbottle.



that was memorable customer number one. she thanked shantell, said her girls were excellent, "this little one in particular" (moi ;D) so that boosted my mood somewhat. i then went on my ten minute break and went to investigate what was left in the lighting section. obviously this is completely impossible when i'm in my work uniform, every fucker wanted a price on something. then a lady asked if i could take down one of the moving reindeer displays instead of her buying one in a box to save having to assemble it later. asked manager, received negative response. so she asked if i could assemble one for her. asked manager, received mixed negative response. i did it anyway, and that was another hour of my shift gone. those things are so much harder to put together than they look. so once that was done, i brought her things to the registers once more and helped her to her car. she tipped me $10. that put me into platinum mood, and i finally went to go on my break. good timing too, my parents happened to stroll into crazy clarks so i got to lose the professional attitude and browsed the lights with them, pretending i was helping them out so people wouldn't attack me for more prices.



dug out three packs of blue icicle lights and the inflatable santa chimney display that i wanted, paid for mum's stuff, grabbed two bags of bird seed and ended up only spending $75. wicked. grabbed a waterbottle with $5 cashout because i'm poor as christ and had lunch. then i was back on the registers and i had a lady come through with a stroller and a naughty child. she looked at me, looking as stressed as possible and said "autism. attention deficit disorder, sensory disorder".. and seriously recited about ten different disorders.. "..you name it, he's got it. VICTOR STOP, COME HERE NOW." paid for her stuff, and walked out. i gave her half a smile and told her to try and take the rest of her day easy. she left her credit card in the EFTPOS terminal in a swarm of anger and that parental rush that just spews "i'm busy today". fortunately the next lady in line was a nice enough woman, and offered to chase her down. i set the sale up so she could just pay by debit card and grab her things and leave, took the previous customer's card and chased her down.



god, i don't think i've run faster in my life! she moved so fast, i had to sprint to catch her before she drove off. poor thing, i felt bad for her. so i ran back to crazy clarks to deal with the fifteen mile long line of angry people banked up behind register two for the next half hour.

the rest of the shift flew so fast, it was incredible. closed it down, counted the registers, and got right out of there. i then met up with my family and we went to coles to grab a few groceries. we then headed home and had dinner, and dad had three one-nighter movies for us to watch last night but i fell straight asleep when i sat down to watch them. i felt terrible, but really i was running on empty and would've fainted either way. that was the end of my saturday.




sunday started with me being forced awake from where i'd fallen asleep on the couch last night at roughly 9am. i was completely immobile; my body just wouldn't move from where it was. i was stuffed from yesterday, and it took my dad physically pulling me off the couch and a hard landing on the floor that i swear nearly cracked my teeth to get me to move. so i wobbled around vacantly trying to figure out what i should do, thinking i'd slept until like 4pm, when i realised what time it was and felt better about the fact i hadn't wasted the whole day as i'd previously thought. work is great like that, it makes me sleep in regular patterns, just like normal people!

i can't believe i've worked a collective 24 hours this week, that's awesome. i'm feeling it though; i'm not used to work having money for me. it's kinda ridiculous. i love the current management layout though. i must have done something right to be getting more hours than most other crazy's casual people at the moment. ahh. well, i might let you know how the rest of this day pans out if i have time later. for now, i must depart. mother's been screaming at me to tend to my birds for the last two hours. au revior!

you've killed god.

oh god. today was sunday, and it was the busiest shift i have ever worked in my life. basically, we had our big christmas sale today: 25% off everything in christmas-ware excluding food and various shit that doesn't scan because it's gay, and a further 20% off the total of all transactions! that basically equates to a shitload of savings, quite elegantly put by yours truly. anyway, it was ridiculous. we had three registers fully banked up at multiple points during the day, going psycho trying to bag and process all the people. it's such a little store for the quantity of people that came through today, so it was a bit of a stretch.



and of course it doesn't help when you've got managers telling you not to discount anybody spending less than $10, or people who have christmas items, or anything of that nature when there's clearly no signage to illustrate such conditions. it further irritates me when there's no fucking prices on ANYTHING in the store, and i bear the brunt of the angry hoards of people wanting stickers. prices on stock is a basic consumer right, and it's filthy how lazy our organization is. nonetheless, it pays me. and it's the only thing willing to do that, so i'm sticking with it for now.

mind you, i've been eighteen for almost a week now, and there's no pay raise in sight for me until a week from now at the earliest. as i said, slack. but i don't want to jeopardize my shitty little corner store job just yet. anyone know of any jobs going in townsville? gosh, you'd make my life easier. anyway.

man, it feels like i haven't been on my xbox in ages. it's been at least six days since i sat down and had a decent gaming sesh. i haven't had this much work in ages. also, i am depressed because the ENTIRE DAY, i reminded myself that i *needed* to buy milk and coffee after my shift. and it finally rolls around to 4:46, and i realise: my wallet isn't in my handbag. i left it at home. fuck. so i'm going to be screwed tomorrow morning without my waker-upperer. oh well. i might be able to run to coles and grab a redbull.


(why can't they understand our love?)

here's my ingenious plan: since my mother has an appointment tomorrow at 9:30 and my shift at work doesn't start until 10, i'm going to put my best sad face on and beg for another hour on top of my shift tomorrow. hey, an extra set of hands in the morning could fix four aisles of stock in that time, and make it look pretty after the tornado of customers today. plus i'll be in my uniform and everything, they've gotta let me in, right? ohh i hope so.



wow. my hand's bleeding. gross. alright well, it's like seventeen past eleven at night and i've got another early start tomorrow. i'm neutral about this. here's to tuesday; my day off, and potentially a day for my xbox. love<3