I always seem to say that I don’t give two shits about what people say, but I do and it sucks. It’s happened again to me the past couple of days too. Take for example last thursday I had wandered past where they were doing the easter layout at work, and they wanted my opinion on how it was layed out. Now at this point, it was nearly time to head home and I was just about to crawl up into a little ball and cry myself to sleep. I wasn’t functioning in other words, I was on autopilot for most things there. I quite literally saw just easter eggs on shelves. With no energy, and no apparent problems with it, I gave up and said I had no idea. Patty, being the “new” manager in training thought it’d be wise to say something like: “that’s why you’re still in nightfill”. Fuck. You. Get two very large poles, and proceed to stick them up your fuckin’ ass. Right now. I seriously couldn’t believe what I was hearing and I was dumbfounded. I looked at her, realising that she was semi-serious (there was a hint of realism in some kind of sick, sarcastic tone that she was using) and stormed off without saying anything. I couldn’t believe she’d saying something like that to me. There are some things that I just don’t take lightly, such as insults to my intelligence, and things I generally try hard at. I’ll take heat and insults if I know I haven’t bothered trying to do something, also as long as the criticism isn’t delivered to me in such a matter-of-factly way. Fortunately for Patty, she managed to do both at the same time. But fuck her for saying that, I’m “still in nightfill” because I think it’s better than most of the shit in that store, and I’m enjoying it. But I wasn’t happy.

Continuing on with store problems, remember how I was saying that Budj and I went out to the warehouse on saturday? Well, we were both taking bets whether or not Rod would say anything about how much we had done, or that we had forgotten to give it a “good” sweep. Well, it was monday that I had found out that it was the latter. Apparently, everything that we had done all day saturday (moved shit, wrapped shit, put shit away, unloaded) was overlooked for the fact that there was a bit of plastic on the ground. No thanks. No nothing. Fuck you cunt. Fuck you right up side of your head. I was pissed off to say the least. Unfortunately, I had found this out at the start of my shift, so I was left fuming all night over it all. With random outburts of anger here and there, things just weren’t sitting right for me. Luckily, it was decided that we were going to be having beers out the front, so we sat down and proceeded to thoroughly bitch about Rod, his wife Sandra, and the majority of other lazy fucks in the store (oh, including the regional manager, Dale!) I just cannot wait for him to be out of the store, and someone else there.

This past week has been pretty shitty, I’m not sure why though. For one though, I’ve been anticipating going to uni next week, but I’m also incredibly scared. I’m more worried that I’m going to be asked to do things that I can quite freely do in my spare time, but manage to fuck it up. Like, completely forget everything I know about a subject and fail miserably yet again. I’m excited about going, but I’m worried about fucking up yet again. Damnit. If you haven’t been keeping up, I was accepted into uni last week some time. Originally, I was going to head up to the uni on monday to enroll, but I kind of got sidetracked. I lie, I put it off. I was scared yet again. Planning to do it tuesday, I find out that I could do it over the net and save me heaps of forms to fill out and shit, so that saved me a trip to the uni and writing that I didn’t need to do. I’ve even got my timetable set up already. ( ) What I have decided to do though, is spend my money and buy a laptop. The way I see it, I’m not going to be buying anything else anymore, and the way things have been going, I doubt I’ll be out much anymore. I’m looking at getting a MacBook and everything that I read makes me want it even more.

What else. It appears random things are happening to me again, take tuesday night for example. After work I headed off to the servo to get fuel before I dropped Troy-bags off home. Normally, the person at the servo is incredibly jovial (for someone that has to be there the whole night, or has been there the whole day) and I have a good ‘ole conversation with them while paying for my fuel. It must have started with the guy behind the counter though, because as soon as I walked in he didn’t look chatty. Some old bloke, standing behind the counter with the thickest glasses on and he could not have been any more rude to me. I wandered up to the counter, asked how he was going and got nothing. No reaction, no nothing. I waited a couple of seconds for him to say “just the fuel?” but nothing! Rude cunt. Even leaving I got the same response. Kind of a fuck head if you ask me. Anyway, I got back in my car and drove out of the servo. While telling Troy-bags my story I hear some arguing going on in the Dick Smith carpark and a quick glance there confirmed that there were smelly boongs screaming at each other, one man, one woman almost ready to hit each other. I quickly turned my head around and screamed out the window “HIT ‘EM BRUSS” and giggled to myself. Next thing I know, this woman rips off her skirt and she’s flung it on the ground. By then, Troy and I are already halfway down the street with no way to turn around. But it was the funniest shit I’ve seen in a long time. She was only wearing a sarong (as most coons do) but she had no hesitation in ripping it right off and hitting this bloke. Awesome at the time though.

Then there was what happened last night, although it was really only what happened at the beginning though. I ended up going and meeting Terry and Nick in town, not sure why though. On the drive into town I did manage to piss some guy off in a hilux though, it was awesome. I could see him screaming up behind me and weaving in and out of traffic. Meanwhile, he got caught behind the same red light as I did, but I still managed to get in front of him. Eventually, we got to a little after that rental place near the Adultshop there and he was in the lane next to him. I knew he was going to speed up and try get around me before he got stuck behind the car in front of him. What do I do? Speed up so I’ve boxed him. It was awesome, I could see he was so pissed off, because every now and then I slowed down to give the impression that he may get past me, but BOOM, I ruined his chances. It’s the simple things in life that please me. I finally turn off down the street and plan on parking in the street next to the BP closest to Discovery. I slowly make my way down the street heading towards Mitchell street looking for a park and decide I’m going to park on the other side. Just as I was turning around, I notice this taxi driver behind me flash his highbeams at me as if to say what the fuck are you doing turning in front of me! Well, as quick as he flicked his lights, I had locked eyes with him and gave him the finger. I park up and get out and notice that he’s still sitting there with his window down and his head out the window. Brilliant, I need a confrontation, I haven’t had one for a long time.

Taxi Driver: “Maybe you should use your indicator next time hey?” (Really sarcastically and matter-o-factly)
Me: “Why bother? You guys don’t.”
TD: “Uihh..”

While all of this was happening, I was walking across the road as if nothing was there, and continued to walk towards his car. When he realised that I wasn’t stopping, he slowly creeped forward in his car so we weren’t directly in front of each other.

Me: “BOOM WHAT. Got nothing now, do you? Hahaha”
TD: “Uihh.. what. Fuck you”
Me: “Bahahaha. After you”

It was fuckin’ brilliant. This guy had no idea what the fuck was going on. He stopped, expecting to sound cocky and smart telling me to use my blinker, fucker didn’t know he was talking to me. It was good, because I didn’t miss a beat either, I hit him straight back with my response, and when I followed up his silence with my “BOOM WHAT” he actually jumped back. When I had said it I had flicked my fingers, so he was probably worried I was going to do something to him. But holy shit, it was awesome. I hadn’t felt that good for a long time. Nothing else interesting happened that night though, it was kind of uneventful. It felt good being out again, I got some reaction from some people. After finding Tyson and Clinton, we spent most of the night with them until we headed home. I had fun.

I’m not waiting anymore