Uni holidays. They were suddenly here, and next thing I know I’m starting back up again on monday night. I’ve got a weird timetable though. Monday and tuesday, I’ve got classes between 4-10pm, and I’ve only got two classes on wednesday. Really, I’ve only got uni for the first three days of the week and the rest is mine. Neat. It’s been a month or so since I’ve written anything, so I’ll try and remember what has happened. Actually, I can’t remember too far back. Oh, I had been thinking after the V8’s about setting up some kind of portfolio or something similar. It took me about a week to think of the name. It was interesting, I mean, I started off at work talking to Carolyn and just throwing ideas back and forward. That then sent me sitting in front of my computer with a dictionary in hand trying to think of words. It’s so retarded how hard it is to think of a name that hasn’t been taken or used some other way. Eventually I had come up with something and I was quite pleased with the name. After buying the domain and spending the next two weeks couped up in my room, I eventually got a design and it all working. It was by freak accident that I had come up with the design though. I was talking with Zack and Myndzi about designs and stuff, and eventually something had come out of it. After three weeks of wasting my holidays, I come out with Glass Ambience Photography I implore you all to click and tell me what you think of it, and whether anything is broken for you.

Our nightly ritual at work has been, lately, to sit out the front and just have a few beers after work and just talk shit. Well, it was random night a couple of weeks ago, and Ted was still in the store, or was leaving when we were, and for some reason unbeknownst to me, Troy-bags decided to invite him to have a beer with us. Here is Ted and Jason having a beer with us. It was probably the most awkward I’ve ever seen the guy, because when I’m out of work, I don’t care what the crap I say, so it’s a no-holds-bar thing and I’ll say what comes to mind. Something tells me that he now has a different view of who I am though. But who cares. Speaking of people, I was talking to Pecky one saturday (it was first thing in the morning, so I had absolutely no energy, or had no real idea what was going on) and he said he was talking to his step sister who works at the front, and he had mentioned that he had something funny to tell me:

Pecky: “Apparently no one from the front-end likes you.”
Me: “…ha, what.”
P: “Yeah, I was talking to my sister and she said that no one likes you at all,”
P: “I wasn’t sure she was talking about you, but I asked if it was the guy with orange hair, she said it was.”
Me: “…Bahaha. Do you know why?”
P: “Nope.”

So yes. No one at the front likes me at all. The worse part though? I don’t know what I did to make them not like me. I wish I knew so I could do it more often, but I have a feeling it’s got something to do with me not doing what they ask. Considering the shit they ask is because they are lazy fucks, I don’t see why I can’t not say no. It’s like they are expecting me to not have a backbone or an attitude unlike everyone else at that store. Seriously. People in there have some kind of inability to say ‘no’, it’s incredible. It’s a case of, hey, while you are doing your job, make sure you do what I ask of you which normally includes mundane tasks that I couldn’t be assed to do myself! Most of the time it’s from managers, and their lazy ass couldn’t be bothered to do themselves. Like the other night, Troy-bags and I unloaded a container (24 pallets) in around 10 minutes (our personal best considering that’s moving one pallet every 30 seconds over ~100m) and we were fucked. Meanwhile, nightfill is slowly taking their time because Troy had been told to unload this container so Tim and Ted can load their shit into the container. I digress. But we finished unloading, and we started to head back on the floor to process stock (which is what we should have been doing anyway) when Tim and Patty (who are joined at the hip, but I’ll say something about that in a second) wander past with a pallet.

Tim: “Oh, Jarryd, while you are here, can you go and grab a couple of pallets for me?”
Me: “Uihh, No. I’ve got shit to process.”
T: “What. It’s only two pallets.”
Me: “That’s great, but I’ve got stock to process. The pallet jack’s out the back, give it to Patty.”
T: “I want it now, not later.”
Me: “Oh well.”

At this point, Troy had given in and went to get it them, but fuck him. I’ve got shit to do before I help you. The moment I walked off I knew he would have had a bitch about me, and I wasn’t wrong. Meanwhile. For those who don’t know Tim and Patty. These are like the two of the ugliest people in your high school getting together. He’s 24 (or somewhere around that, has two kids and an ex-wife), and she’s only 19. It’s seriously, something you do not want to see. I don’t care how much they are in love, they need to keep their affections for one another closed up in a box and locked away. I was wandering through the shops one day, and I saw them, holding each other by the hip, it was disgusting. It’s like your parents. You know they have to have had sex in order for you to be born, but it’s something you never, ever, want to see. This is the equivalent. It’s absolutely disgusting. But enough of that.

A few saturdays ago, Daryl and I decided to venture into town. We ended up wandering around to Discovery, getting our stamps and wandering back out again, considering there were a total of 5 people in there, and they were all blokes, it was time to leave. We wandered down towards the new bar, Monsoons. I was kind of skeptical about this place though, I mean, Monsoons? It sounded kind of crappy, and considering places like the Tap and Wisdom next door, I was quite sure it was bound to suck. Well, the moment we walked in it was insane. The place was fuckin’ huge. When it was Rorke’s, it was incredibly small and crowded. Now, it was huge, and it felt like it did not end. The combination of the size of the place, and the lights, made it feel like a club from down south or something. It was pretty cool, we didn’t stay very long in there, but I reckon I’d be back. We continued up through the mall, and back to Discovery. By then, we wandered back in and there were a few more people. We pulled up a couple of chairs and got comfy, we were just in the right spot too, because we could see everyone, but not be completely seen. It was cool. While we were sitting there, we saw Hayley Lorroway (or something stupid like that, but she was an ugly, confused lesbian that used to work at Kmart) and we tried to avoid her every eye contact. Meanwhile, we continued seeing people here and there, saw Jackson and his girlfriend and a few other people. As I was taking photos of some things, I had this sudden feeling that someone I didn’t want standing next to me, was standing next to me. Next thing I hear is:

Hayley: “HEY ARE YOU TROY?”
Me: “Uihh. no.” (Trying my damn hardest to make it seem like I have no idea who she is)
H: “Oh. Wait. ARE YOU JARRYD?”
Me: “..yeah”

At that point she was dribbling shit to me and I’m trying to ignore her as much as possible. Where I was sitting, I had my legs sitting up on a chair opposite me and my camera bag sitting on my lap, Daryl on the opposite side of me laughing his ass off. As she is dribbling shit to me, I suddenly feel her hand on my leg. Ok, maybe she is using it for support. Moving up now. Wait, where the fuck is this hand going. Holy shit, she’s now leaning in towards my face and she is literally rubbing the inside of my leg asking if I was going to buy her a drink. Holy. Shit. I just got fuckin’ molested by some ugly lesbian. Needless to say I had this sudden urge to swing my feet off this seat and walk away. I only managed to move my legs away from her lesbonic grip. The moment she left to some sailors behind us, it was time to relocate. We went back upstairs for the majority of the night, until near the end when Daryl went down to the dancefloor and I went wandering around taking photos. I managed to meet a couple of people, who I can’t remember their names anymore, but I found myself having a good ‘ole chat with them. Eventually everything closed and I dropped Daryl and Kate off home.

Honestly, I can’t remember which week this was, but I’ll just assume it was between my last post and this current one. A thursday or so ago, we were all sitting out the front of work again, doing the mandatory thing of drinking. For some queer reason, Michael had decided he was going to buy Woodstocks instead of beer. Fuckin’ Woodstocks. Who the fuck buys something like that when you are meant to drink beer straight after work. I’m sitting on the floor stewing over the fact that he had bought woodstocks, when it was mentioned that we should head to the Cas Club to continue on. Being thursday and nothing else on for the next couple of days, it was decided to head to the Cas Club. We wander in, and have a seat and continue to drink the beers and talk shit. Meanwhile, Wayne, Aihi and Michael were all getting very, very loud and incredibly intoxicated. They were all screaming their heads off and Troy-bags and I were trying to keep them all quiet. We must have been making some kind of noise, because while Troy-bags and I were getting some more drinks, the guy at the bar mentioned that Wayne was getting a little too drunk. We did the helping thing and decided to get him a water to kind of slow him down. Well, that didn’t go down to well and we were yelled at for getting him a water instead of more alcohol. Well fuck you too Wayne. You can look after your own ass. Meanwhile, I haven’t said a word to Michael (or I’ve at least tried not to) and it was decided to go and play some pool, I grab some money, rack up a table and turn around and everyone has fucked off. Well. All except for Wayne. I drag his ass up and try to play, he at that stage couldn’t stand, so it was incredibly pointless to play. Around 2, when the place actually closes, we were eventually kicked out and Wayne stumbles outside. We get to my car and Aihi is having the hardest time trying to keep his concentration to getting into my car. It was fuckin’ hilarious. He spent a good 20 minutes saying goodbye to Troy, and myself (even though I was driving, make sense to that.) Eventually he got in and we were on our way. Now, I’ve never been to Aihi’s house, and well I was hoping he’d have some kind of idea where he was regardless how drunk he was. Apparently I was wrong. From what I found out the following week and today, I not only dropped him off at the wrong house, but he tried to get in and found it wasn’t his house. That, and where I had dropped him off was a good 30 minute walk to his real house. Holy shit. Whoops. Michael was next, he was quiet in the backseat of my car, which was annoying. I finally find where he was living and shit hit the fan. He got out and couldn’t stand still and was swaying all over the joint. Not like a small wobble, but a huge wobble. He closed my door and stumbled towards the gutter and fell down and started to dry heave. At this point I just wanted to go home, but couldn’t until he was inside his house.

I threw a u-bolt and parked up and found that he lived with Theo, and he had obviously heard him, because he wandered outside. At this point, Wayne was vomitting down the road a little bit, so I went to speak to Theo:

Theo: “What happened here?”
Me: “Well, we had been drinking at the Cas Club after work..”
T: “Yes, but why is his nose bleeding?”
Me: “Uihh.. what?”
T: “That’s it, we’re taking you to the hospital Michael.”

Wayne tried to interject and say something, but Theo shot him down by saying that they were, and he told me that he has an apparent drinking problem. The cunt is a fuckin’ alcoholic and he never told us. Here we are getting drunk with him, and he is an alcoholic. Considering he had work the next day, it’d be interesting to find out the reason why. The following saturday at work, Ted was helping me (well, he was doing the rubbish) and he mentioned about us going out and drinking pretty hard on thursday night.

Me: “Ha, those kids are fuckin’ useless, can’t drink for the life of them!”
Ted: “So I heard Michael got his drink spiked, which was why he went to the hospital.”
Me: “…What. Fuck no, he’s a fuckin’ alcoholic, apparently”
T: “Oh, so it wasn’t you that spiked his drink then”
Me: “ ”

Apparently he had his drink spiked, and I was first to be blamed. Fuckin’ cockhead. Sure, 4 guys from work and 3 other guys in the bar are wanting to have their way with you Michael. Dong-fuckin’-head. The friday after our Casuarina escapade, Troy rings me up friday afternoon and tells me more after-work drinks with himself and George. Same deal, we sat around there until around 6pm playing a good few games of pool, when we ran out of money, and thought it’d be brilliant to go through the drive through, get half-a-carton and head to nightcliff and drink there. Here we are, sitting out the front of the Beachfront drinking more beers. As soon as we had finished them, we wandered over to the Beachfront for more pool and pervs. The next week come by and it was decided that we were going to be doing this more often. Last friday come by, and it was only Troy and myself at the Cas Club. We didn’t stay very long though, we ended up leaving and heading to the Beachfront and playing more games of pool there and having more of a perv then before. Saturday at work went by without any real hitch, other than I was unexpectedly counting for the first half of the day, and nothing else the rest.

Saturday night was Natalie’s engagement party. Head over to Daryl’s and we grab a taxi in to where they were having it. It was actually pretty good, didn’t know anyone at all there, but I still had a laugh here and then. Drinks, food and chatting later, it was around midnight, when it was decided that Daryl and I were going out to town. Well, we managed to leech a taxi from another couple who were heading the same way, so we jumped in and got back to Daryl’s place. Get back there and Daryl piked on me. I headed into town for a last of kind of thing before uni started up again. While out there I found Hayden and Martin and sat around with them for a while, chatting to Hayden. Saw Jodie, next thing I know, they had all gone and Jodie and I were left by ourselves upstairs. We eventually decided to take up a huge amount of space and just dance in people’s way. It wasn’t a half bad night considering I knew no one when I got there. I ended up staying until around 4am, until Jodie left, and I had decided it was time to go home too.

That was my past month, incredibly. No new pictures unfortunately, which I’m kind of mad at myself for. I’m still saving for my new camera, which I want right now damnit. In the meantime, check out my new site and mention it to everyone you know looking for a photgrapher (in the near future at least)