So I quit my job six days ago. Noone I talk to is happy for me, because they just don't UNDERSTAND my misery, and jobs- even dead-end jobs- are hard to come by. It's probably true to say that it was 50% the job, and 50% me. I'm not really a very bright checkout chick and I'm not really "passionate" about customer service. I ask my co-workers stupid ( Read more... )

To keep from slitting your wrists in this lifetime, it's vital that you either believe yourself to be a "good person" or otherwise, arm yourself with a motherf**king brilliant rational as to why you're just a helpless born bloodsucker who's out for kicks and ain't got nobody's back but their own.

...I'm still weighing my options up.

I hate my job, and it's a hatred that has me positively glowing from head to toe with a luminous vengeance. The customers are great- except for the nasty ones, and my co-workers are great- except for the b*tch from hell ones. I've been there less than a month and already I've been threatened with firing [it makes me sound a whole lot more bad-ass ( Read more... )

Oh that's right- they don't delete your journal here...

I just locked my driving instructor out of his car. Ooooooops! He had to ring his wife and ask her to come and get him- although I did offer him a coathanger. I think I can be a bit dense at times. Oh and he was telling me about this one girl who had, like, 50 lessons and eventually he said to her "I think you'd be better off concentrating on your ( Read more... )

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Last night I dreamt I won the lottery, so wouldn't you know it- I had to go and buy a ticket today. Stupid dream cost me $6.25. I didn't get 1 NUMBER out of the 60 random selections. It was, like, the complete inverse of winning. I mean, at least when you get 3 numbers you can say "HEY HEY I was 3/4 of the way there! See maybe that's my problem ( Read more... )

So I was desperately trying to find the block of Lindt extra creamy

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I don't know what it is, but participating in daily life is making me so sick lately. All it takes is a trip to the local shopping mall and I get so depressed. I remember my best friend in high school always bitching about "teeny boppers and their stupid trends" and, while I sympathised at the time, I always felt her almost bitter tone was a bit ( Read more... )

My ears are still ringing and my hair smells like weed. YES I WENT TO THE BIG DAY OUT YESTERDAY!

When I got home I vomited 3 times, took 2 panadols and put myself to bed. What a great day- I didn't know I could dance so hard...those candy kids were looking sooooooo tired =)