I'm blogging from work today.
I wonder if there's any policy about that?
I'll go check.
I looked under B for Blogging, there was nothing there. Must be fine.
It's 10am and I've run out of work to... Oh wait, Gerrard the delivery guy is on his way in.
I'll be back in a second.
I'm back. It's now 10:27am
I'm trying very hard not to think about my sociology exam this afternoon.
I'm hoping for a heap of questions on social theories and very little on globalisation or urbanisation.
It's now 10:40am. The music in this shop is awful! Did you know that there is a person in Melbourne whose sole job is to put together these mix CDs? Yep, it's true.
One song sounds like someone has just hit the demo button on an old Cassio.
I wish someone would fire this person already.
It's now 11:16am. I've just checked the policies and procedures manual. I am under no circumstances allowed to play my own chioce of music at work.
I don't really understand why not, I mean, maybe if the last elderly lady who walked in here, rather than hearing some boring guy squark on about love, had of heard Trent Reznor growling about how he wants to fuck her like an animal and how he wants to feel her from the inside, just maybe she would have felt pretty good and just maybe wouldn't have blamed me for that jacket not fitting properly.
It's 11:36am!
My legs feel like steel right now.
I've moved house again, so I've had to find a new walking/jogging route.
A friend suggested Willins Hill via Beauty Point rd.
I accepted that challenge.
For those unfamiliar with Wagga, Beauty Point Rd is almost vertical.
The feeling you get from climbing that thing is somewhere between knowing that you're alive and wishing that you were dead.
I'm going climb it again after my exam today just because I like to punish myself.
I get off on that sorta shit.
It's 12:05pm and my coffee's gone cold.
It's now 12:17pm and there is woman sitting out side the shop staring at me.
I'm feeling very self conscious, so i've started looking up at the computer every few seconds so that it looks like I'm using the calculator and I'm hard at work.
12:27pm.
I've run out of things to clean.
12:36pm and the staring woman has come into the shop looked at some scarves and walked out.
It's now 1:25pm. My exam starts in 35 mins. I'm shoveling left over Indian food into my face. QUICK define Agency!
1:29pm
Agency can be described as the ability of an individual to shape and influence their own lives and place in society.
I wasn't going to have one... but stuff it, I'm nervous. I'm going to roll a smoke.
I'm down to two a day. Don't judge me!
4:01pm
Exam is over. The next time I need to write an 800 word paper, I'm going to lock myself in an empty room for two hours. That worked a treat!
5:53pm oooo! Dinner at the Tolland tonight then off to the Thirsty Crow to get my drink on. It's been a very long time.
(Not too much of a drink on, though. Not when I have to open the shop in the morning.)
7:05pm and I've won the meat pack at the Tolland!
Yesssss!
Well, it's 8:23pm and I'm waiting to hear if any of my friends are still planning on going out tonight. I'd really like to go out and have a drink. It's been.. um... well, the last time I went out for a drink with friends was the end of March.
Hurry up and text, people!
On a different note, I was driving home from my exam today and saw a kid who looked exactly like the 16 year old, male version of me.
Oh dad, you rascal.
So, now it's 8:54 and I've decided not to go out as I have only $17 to last the fortnight. Ouch!
At least my car is now registered.
Thank goodness for the meat pack!!
Time to look for a night job!
9:13pm. Just taught my landlord the word "Dongle "
9:42pm. I'm laying in bed with my computer, Internet stalking one of my friends - with permission of course. (Found your old MySpace page!)
It's 11:41pm. It's almost Saturday. I'm drifting in and out of sleep. Gotta open the shop in the morning, better get out of my work clothes and go to bed.
I wonder if there's any policy about that?
I'll go check.
I looked under B for Blogging, there was nothing there. Must be fine.
It's 10am and I've run out of work to... Oh wait, Gerrard the delivery guy is on his way in.
I'll be back in a second.
I'm back. It's now 10:27am
I'm trying very hard not to think about my sociology exam this afternoon.
I'm hoping for a heap of questions on social theories and very little on globalisation or urbanisation.
It's now 10:40am. The music in this shop is awful! Did you know that there is a person in Melbourne whose sole job is to put together these mix CDs? Yep, it's true.
One song sounds like someone has just hit the demo button on an old Cassio.
I wish someone would fire this person already.
It's now 11:16am. I've just checked the policies and procedures manual. I am under no circumstances allowed to play my own chioce of music at work.
I don't really understand why not, I mean, maybe if the last elderly lady who walked in here, rather than hearing some boring guy squark on about love, had of heard Trent Reznor growling about how he wants to fuck her like an animal and how he wants to feel her from the inside, just maybe she would have felt pretty good and just maybe wouldn't have blamed me for that jacket not fitting properly.
It's 11:36am!
My legs feel like steel right now.
I've moved house again, so I've had to find a new walking/jogging route.
A friend suggested Willins Hill via Beauty Point rd.
I accepted that challenge.
For those unfamiliar with Wagga, Beauty Point Rd is almost vertical.
The feeling you get from climbing that thing is somewhere between knowing that you're alive and wishing that you were dead.
I'm going climb it again after my exam today just because I like to punish myself.
I get off on that sorta shit.
It's 12:05pm and my coffee's gone cold.
It's now 12:17pm and there is woman sitting out side the shop staring at me.
I'm feeling very self conscious, so i've started looking up at the computer every few seconds so that it looks like I'm using the calculator and I'm hard at work.
12:27pm.
I've run out of things to clean.
12:36pm and the staring woman has come into the shop looked at some scarves and walked out.
It's now 1:25pm. My exam starts in 35 mins. I'm shoveling left over Indian food into my face. QUICK define Agency!
1:29pm
Agency can be described as the ability of an individual to shape and influence their own lives and place in society.
I wasn't going to have one... but stuff it, I'm nervous. I'm going to roll a smoke.
I'm down to two a day. Don't judge me!
4:01pm
Exam is over. The next time I need to write an 800 word paper, I'm going to lock myself in an empty room for two hours. That worked a treat!
5:53pm oooo! Dinner at the Tolland tonight then off to the Thirsty Crow to get my drink on. It's been a very long time.
(Not too much of a drink on, though. Not when I have to open the shop in the morning.)
7:05pm and I've won the meat pack at the Tolland!
Yesssss!
Well, it's 8:23pm and I'm waiting to hear if any of my friends are still planning on going out tonight. I'd really like to go out and have a drink. It's been.. um... well, the last time I went out for a drink with friends was the end of March.
Hurry up and text, people!
On a different note, I was driving home from my exam today and saw a kid who looked exactly like the 16 year old, male version of me.
Oh dad, you rascal.
So, now it's 8:54 and I've decided not to go out as I have only $17 to last the fortnight. Ouch!
At least my car is now registered.
Thank goodness for the meat pack!!
Time to look for a night job!
9:13pm. Just taught my landlord the word "Dongle "
9:42pm. I'm laying in bed with my computer, Internet stalking one of my friends - with permission of course. (Found your old MySpace page!)
It's 11:41pm. It's almost Saturday. I'm drifting in and out of sleep. Gotta open the shop in the morning, better get out of my work clothes and go to bed.
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