April 22nd, 2007

Subject: musings of the paranoid-a Time: 07:16 pm

Saturday morning, around the 1:30am time slot, I heard yelling from the street. Paid it no attention but sent bad juju vibes to whoever was keeping me awake. Snoozing zone entre, but was not to be when I was jolted awake by a low menacing tone speaking sinister snarlings outside my freaking window. "Hey, Landscaper Cunt, yeah, I know where you live. You fucked my wife, you just wait, I'm going to fuck you up good you fucking cunt." I almost jumped up to look out the window but I reckon I didn't want to antagonise him. Besides the fact that it scared me shiteless. I assumed he was talking about my flattie, who's a landscaper, and I thought 4fuckssakedowehavetogothroughthisshitagain? Told flattie in the morning - bastard hadn't heard it - and he was flabbergastered - "I haven't fucked anyone's wife! I should be so lucky!" I left to help out the mums' and the guy turned up just after - "where's that landscaper cunt?" Flattie: "Ahhh that would be me?" Turned out to be a case of mistaken identity. For farks sake, shit me pants why don't I?

comments: Leave a comment

April 16th, 2007

Subject: After.Therefore.Because.Of Time: 09:53 pm

Had a wacky weekend. Friday 13th was slice and dice with a trip to the A + E with my neighbour as she sliced her hand open trying to cut an onion. Came home with twelve stitches. Silly woman. Saturday I slept in, went into town, cruised the old bookshelves for old school detective/crime stories, interrupted by a phone call from Mum asking me for a favour; 'could I bring them the Waikato times and the NZ Herald as they've been in a car crash and she wants something for Jacky to read'? Ummm I ran outside, stood there for a minute, started one way towards my car, turned and started another way for the papers, then turned back towards my car, then headed somewhere for newspapers. Forgot we had lights and I had to wait on the pedestrian crossing. They are both okay, bit of bruising and sore and that but gave me the shits. Marnie - Don't freak. They are Vanilla Ice cool. I am tired, even though I had eight hours sleep. Some fuckwit punks siphoned my flatmates truck's tank last night, so he ran out of petrol on the way to work this morning. Not a happy chappy. Coldplay is on. Essential att.

comments: Leave a comment

April 12th, 2007

Subject: confusions of the dreams Time: 09:38 pm Current Mood: cold

Tuesday night. Late night. Cool night. Not this night. This night I had five staff down from a usual eight. Great start. 10:10 pm - enter (inside the head)grumpy dwarf when one of the forklift drivers assaulted one of the other forklift drivers. I only heard after when the guy who got assaulted, told me he "was off, I'm not staying around for this shit, who knows what else is going to happen with him". He walked off and out-ski. Came back with his dad who tore into me for still having the other forklift guy working after he's attacked his son. I'm still trying to put pieces tpgether into what happened. If I told the other guy to leave without knowing the details of everything exactly thst took place I could put my ass in shit not to mention the store's. Dad and son went off, and next thing I know, the phone rings and on the other end of the line is the police. MMM fun. Luckily it was Carla, who used to work with me, so she was sweet as and really understanding. Rang Shaun (storemanager) as I couldn't get in touch with Steve (grocery manager) to inform him about the situation and the inclusion of the cops and ask whether I was right in not sending the other guy home). So I'm a forklift driver short, trying to get the grocery guys to keep their heads down and not goof off, trying to keep the alleged assaulter from going out to the carpark to applogise to the other guy and his dad (because that's just not the cool idea when everyone's so heated up), come back in after "checking the trolley's were locked", to find one of the grocery staff rolling on the floor of produce just being a total dick. Swore at im, which is not the cool thing to do but I was pissed off totally. Grocery staff. Forklift guys. Grocery staff. Then butchery freezer alarms playing hide-the-sausage with me and not in a fun way. 15 degrees c? Fuck arff. Didn't worry too much about it because I had seen our hand-ee guy fiddling with things down there earlier, and I had had no alerts at all from the computer that night. Then, last straw, while I was doing the shopping (which entails grabbing every odd/random thing that doesn't belong down that aisle as well as cold things like meat, cheese, milk); and I came across a wine cask box sans the bladder that goes inside. So after all this shite going on, last thing I need is to know that I've had a thirsty thief and didn't even know it. Grrr. Didn't go home til midnight as I was tiding up all that shit, doing my department checks, setting the alarm, talking to the policia, and then I had to check the cameras to get the footage. Didn't look good, that's for sure. Slept in this morning - didn't wake up til six am, wich is the time I'm meant to bloody start. Almost shafted myself getting out of bed and ready. I'm tired and listening now - due to random selection - Dave Mattthew's band. OUT

comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment

March 31st, 2007

Current Music: Faith Hill says hello Current Location: you are here Subject: hi-ho Time: 04:33 pm Current Mood: busy

Am listening to a random selection of music; it was just Death Cab and now it's Lou Reed. Been a while since I spun it live on livejournal. My bad, indeed. Life has been very "...therefore I am" lately. Work has been a lot of changes - I am almost now completely out of checkouts and full time grocery, with a plan in the works for me to go Mon-Friday, as I've been given the nod to do the foodstuffs ordering. Since it involves a lot of numbers and the crunching thereof, I am suitably curious in a nervous sort of way. Went to my first workshop for my Management Development Foodstuffs course a couple of weeks ago up in Auckland-o. Scored wheels + driver up there and back, as well as to and from the training centre and to our 'meet our mentors' read: get pissed up large and meet other pissed up large fellow foodstuffs minions. So having a driver for these events meant I could partake in these events full-heartily. Go the Irish pub and their Irish folks. Learnt shite-loads about myself and all the important 'I need's' to get me on my way to becoming Super Biatch. Came home with a goal to set up a staff indoor netball team. Yeah man, Pak 'n save team are-a-go! Now Dave Oiy is spinning his tunes. Hardcore styles. Must write up my first assignment on Mr Computer here. Don't want to get my ass in a sling for turning it in late. My time management skills leave something to be desired. But hey, that's all in the changing rooms plan. I hope all you peeps and pimps out there are having a wicked time and that none of you are suffering from scurvy. Now row you bastards!

comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment

January 7th, 2007

Subject: and to the pregnant seventeen year old who killed herself on Boxing Day Time: 07:01 pm Current Mood: aggravated

Dear Helen, taking life giving up your right can't take the fight but is it your right you want your suffering to end letting down those who depend but what about those who want it more who didn't ask for this before isn't that worth more than your selfish law not want but need aren't you a friend indeed to our country, to our lives does that make it feel alright shake a hand a smile here and there wait - that's when you'll be there shrug, make a wave - that's the end of your day but our day drags on and carries on into the night and you'll see, what happens at the end of the fight. My friend's in need but, because of your greed your sight's impaired those who need care they're not there - you can't see but I can - he's right here he can't eat he can't sleep he's limited his drink all because - you can't think the surplus is great oh, what a wonderful mistake but what to do, what to do oh I know - what about our issues? There's Education, there's Police there's health, but I misspeak you don't care about that unless it gets you ahead. Well, life aint a game we're not seeking fortune, nor fame I just want you to be fair with the money you've got to spare. Education - Yes Policing - Yes Health - YES My friend is waiting for an operation - that you should know. If you don't care, then you need to go. And he needs it quick - and I'm not pulling any funny shit, but we need to know... where's all that surplus money going to go?

comments: Leave a comment

November 17th, 2006

Subject: It's the Pak 'n Save way Time: 04:52 pm

I've been shivved. This new supervisor called Jackie started on Monday. No - Tuesday. I thought she was just doing normal supervisory stuff, and taking care of the Saturday part timers. But then on Thursday, she went up with Pam to the managers meeting. I'm like...ummmm okay...introduction, or something? They come back down and Jackie starts putting this note from Glenn on all the tills, which tells everyone that Jackie is going to be job sharing with Pam and taking care of the part timers, doing all the training and follo-ups and shit. Ummm Xcuse me -isn't that my job as 2ic of checkouts? So apparently, that aint my job anymore. Really love the communication skills, folks. That's really how I wanted to find out what I'm not doing anymore. Fuckers. Too peeved to chat. I cornered Baden and said wtf? He told me they want me to do more 'duty manager' stuff around the shop, learn more things instead of being stuck at checkouts, and I'm like great, but that still doesn't get you guys off the hook for not fucking filling me in. Wankers. So next week I'm corbering Baden again and going to get him to do an appraisal on me. I want to know what I'm doing, where I'm going, what I'm doing right, what I'm doing wrong, and what areas I need to improve on. Hmmph.

comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment

September 24th, 2006

Subject: individually wrapped miniature snickers bars Time: 07:34 pm

Dream last night - the forecast was full of sunny days and suddenly the rain came down, and the banks broke, and it started FLOODING. The water was coming UP the moutains and I started freaking out and running up the hill towards this hut that turned out to be the Chinese Embassy. I was all worried about not being able to get let in, and meanwhile the water keeps coming. I went in - no asians around - and there's Glenn Miller (boss man) standing in the doorway; and Rob Lawe sitting crosslegged on the floor with his pregnant girlfriend. I start asking Glenn where his helicopter is, and then I think - no, because after a while it's going to run out of fuel, and then we will land on the roof, but you can't land on the roof because the hut couldn;t handle it. The water ran down the supports, until it was almost lapping at the doorstep, and then it stopped. Woke up shit scared, looked up 'flooding' in my dream book,and it warned me to be aware of thieves and bad people. Greaaaaaaaat. Had to go to work in the dark so I was freaking out, even though I was in the car.

comments: Leave a comment

September 18th, 2006

Current Music: let's get it started in here Subject: dream world Time: 07:50 pm Current Mood: amused

I had a dream last night... This dream the other night; I wrote it down on a piece of stolen Holiday Inn note paper (well, they did leave it there). It reads as follows: Dinner at Grandad's - outside with family (picnic style). No ham. Old flattie stole my car. Derek sold me poppers which turned out to be crack. This guy was standing by some swings slicing his arm with an old fifty cent coin. I looked at my arm and the scratch was now on me. I dreamt the other night that my arm was getting pins and needles, and then every few minutes my back would feel like water or something was thundering down on it and really hurting. This would happen every few minutes, and I was wanting to move, but couldn't. It took an age for my arm to move. Andrew and Steph were talking right by me, and then every now and then her mum would say something to me. This mosquito was buzzing inside my ear, but by the time I moved my arm to wave it away it was gone. In the moment that my back was aching, this baby would wail really loudly right in my ear. When I finally woke up, I was surprised to notice that my arm wasn't in fact underneath me (as I would have thought if I was dreaming about (you know, how you dream about needing to go to the toilet, and then you wake up and realise you need to go?). But no - so that dream was weird. Especially the crying baby. Exciting night tomorrow night. I close up the shop for the first time, by myself. Eek! Going to be every Tuesday night, so I better get me shit together. I had other stuff to say but I can't remember it, so I will just.go.

comments: Leave a comment

September 5th, 2006

Subject: crikey Time: 09:12 pm

A man born with a cobra in one hand and a baby croc in the other. Serving Lance from Dairy Deli his lunch this early afternoon, and he asked me "had I heard about Steve Irwin dying?" and I told him to fuck off. "No serious, he's dead. A stingray killed him!" I told him to fuck off some more. You would think...a crocodile chomping off his neck, or getting nastily mauled by a lion...but a stingray; barb through the heart? Fuck off. But yeah, the Croc Hunter, DOA. Sad. I liked making fun of him (in a good way). "Woah, crikey!" So, I'm home. Have been for a week (plus extra). I'm interested in the 'white horses' I saw punched into the slight hills of South England - south west England - what's up with them? Who put them there? How did they come about? Liked St Ives - loved the old second hand stores. Old war memorablia (spell that right?) -still too xpensive with the damn old exchange rate. Try not to multiply three times, but you can't help it. So eighteen pounds becomes...ahh fuck it, I'll just browse. Still, bloody good look, I reckon. Listening to Greg Proops go on about life in England; makes me wanna go back. But on my own. Photos cazme out alright. One good one of me in Hyde park, but that's about it. Reminds me I have to drop them 'round to the mums'. Planned to go home at four PM today; told myself that many a time - ended up clocking out at 6:20 pm. Doing some trolley shit (seeing as I'm taking that dept over). Was pissed off but glad at the same time because I did a lotofit with Baden and he's hot (to me), and he's smart as shit, so I learnt heaps too. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday- I've already worked 43 hours. I still have Wednesday and Thursday to go. And tomorrow's going to be a 12 hour + day, 'cos I'm training up four newbies. Xcellent. Will be tired, but. More new shizz later, when I'm not as farked.

comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment

August 19th, 2006

Subject: i love foreign languages...except on the computer Time: 04:42 pm Current Mood: content

Peeling slowly as in some places I almost escaped being burnt to a crisp, but failed in my 'can I survive the beach?' test. Beaches are not for me. Beaches are for Adonises with leather mummy skin that has been painted a shiny fake-tan brown, and the sea is for the sharks. Didn't feel any, however. Be nice to get back to England where it it might feel like being twenty degrees, or might decide to rain, or mgiht feel like being a little crazy and head on up to twenty five with a ray of sunshine to give you a natural boost without the added herbs and spices. Found it amusingly desperate of the airport security that they found it necessary to feel up a five year old kid. Sure, 'cos you never know what he's going to stick up your nose, let alone his. Amused myself with the notion that on the way back they might decide to keep us ehntertained for a few hours with an in-flight movie involving, say, a flight jacking. As Alanis would say, ironic? Mucho, but there would most definitely be a song about it. I recommend Flightplan with Jodie Foster. Although they've already got Jodie on another film called The Inside Man which is supposed to be tres awesome, so they might not want to overdo the Jodie-stylyin'. Whilst the sunsets on Santorini in the Greek Islands are ass-kicking gorgeous, the quaint little abode's that we called home for a few days at a time refrain to be contained under the same specifics as described above. The bathroom WILL get soaked, along with everything else in there (life jackets for your clothes). The pillows are hard as ye olde Egyptian rock - my sister got frustrated with hers early one morning and threw it to the floor, waking us all with a loud bang and me yelling 'what the fuck was that!'). The bathroom (returning for a second to this), may remind you of the smell you get when you walk into a public toilet down by the beach. Mmmm lunch! In Athens, before we retired to our humble island isolation tanks, we were walking across this square where these two dogs were on the farther side from us. This lanky dog was walking a few steps in front of us when it stopped. And stared. One of the other dogs stopped. And stared. They stood there and stared at each other. "Oh, it's love at first sight," I reckoned outloud. Then the two dogs trotted towards each other and began the all-important sniffing ritual that is the international sign that yes-you-are-in-fact-a-dog. After that were done, they started up a big play fight as if they hadn't seen each other in years and were performing a massive catch-up. Was funny to see. I am in Athens at the moment - last night here and then it's off to the airport before the moon shall curtsey to the sun. Around England for half a week and then home. Apparently we are not driving anywhere near Cambridge, so...*wibble* Am looking forward to the duty free.

comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment

August 14th, 2006

Subject: looking for some hot stuff baby this evening Time: 03:54 pm

Paros - Greek Islands. Hot as bloody hell. Heard it is zero in enzed, and here we are in thirty plus stuff. Too hot for my blood!

comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment

August 12th, 2006

Subject: sugar-free - that's me Time: 07:10 am

Flying out to Greece today, from Stansted. At least, that's the plan, Stan. Depends on whether we are allowed to actually leave, considering these latest lovely developments. Go the security levels. No hand luggage at all, aside from the barest things like your passport; all of which needs to be in a see-through bag. new purchases from London include jeans (bargain at six quid) and a brown shirt from Primark (so cheap it's grand) - five quid. From the markets I scored some super-cool glasses for five pounds, and a british sweat thing that goes round the wrist. Can't remember the name, but I am an eighties child. Pound fiddy. Also some funny postcards that one day soon I'll get round to posting. Maybe. We'll see.

comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment

August 8th, 2006

Current Location: Piccadilly Circus, London Time: 09:21 am

hot or not? hole in the wall in London = not. Won't give me my cash. Ice tea = not. Strongbow Cider = not. Strongbow Sirrus = hot. The tube = hot (in both senses of the word) bartenders = hot the many various pubs = hot being in the centre of everything = priceless!

comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment

August 7th, 2006

Subject: pub names Time: 06:43 am

Flew over with ex-all black Tane Randall in our midst. He followed us from the Koru club lounge in enzed to the Koru club lounge in LA but be lost him due to the special curtain separating us plebs from the rich bastards travelling first class. I don't care - we had a spare seat between u so we were mighty comfortable. Flew through a thunderstorm on our way to the UK. Halfway through our turbulence I spotted the Captain wandering through. Was probably stretching his legs, but I felt like telling the freak to get back at his controls and fly this plane. As much as I love the drink, it doesn't mean I want to land in it. Had first pint in pub called The Apollo. Photo to prove it. Will try and find Bag of nails today when mum checks out the Apple store. I'm looking to buy a cheap watch as I'm tired of not knowing what the time is. Keep getting up at six, as it looks bright as and I'm hearing all these voices from down below and it turns out to be way bloody early. Mind you - getting up at this time is great. There's nobody in the shower, it's quiet and peaceful, it makes you want to take a nice long leisure larry walk through the park (which Buckingham Palace happens to look out over). Been to Tower of London, the parks, changing of the guards (we couldn't actually see a thing as there were so many peeps there, but we were crafty and watched it through the video camera of this guy standing in front of us). Went toa west-end show in Soho last night called Guys and Dolls, which had dirty dancin' man Patrick Swayze. Started off cheesy, ended up pretty good. Might go to another way later on, if the half-price tix don't cost too much. Saw a sign up advising people (this is in leicester square) that if they find a used needle they're not to touch it, but to inform the bobbies. Wandered through China town the other night, and happened upon the gay clubs. Xcellent, I shall be checking them out. Today we're going to the Dundgeons of London where all the sadistic things happened, and we're having dinner with Marnie and her mates. I'm using free internet at the mo, in the hostel. It has been broken so no one could use it, and now they're working, and working for free. Just don't go telling the wrong people.

comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment

August 1st, 2006

Subject: and so Time: 08:32 pm

This week's kudos award goes to the city council of Chiacago, whose latest ordinance requires retailers who pull in over US$1 Billion in annual sales, and stores of at least 8100 sq m to pay their workers at least $10/hr PLUS $3 in fringe benefits (by mid-2010). If us kiwis were to get the same deal, being paid on this thirteen dollar deal, then in enzed dollars, we would be set to be making over $21 an hour. Nothing to sneeze at. Other cities in the US that have something similar to this already in place, are Santa Fe and Albuquerque in NM, San Francisco and Washington. Walmart are not pleased. Scored my very own first shoplifter today. Was in the camera room talking to Leanne about our previous shoplifter that very morning, when I noticed a guy walking down the back aisles from wine in front, to aisle five at the back with two blocks of chocolate in his hand. "Leanne - I'd watch him." So we do, and next thing you know he'sput them up his shirt. Yessssss I love catching bastards. Cops took ages to get there, and I was getting a bit worried as his mate that was with him was really pissed off with the guy and wanted to smash his head in for stealing. Lucky Baden was standing in the way otherwise we could have ended up with some very damaged cameras. I like having the house to myself on Tuesday nights. Andrew's at work til' after ten, and Martin usually has rugby practice. Only now that rugby's finished, I thought he would be home downing my styles, but he's at his gf's, so it's all good. Cooking dinner tomorrow night. Chicken pasta (with red onion, garlic, cheese and salami, with tomato/cheese pasta sauce), baked in the oven til' crisp. Garlic bread. Steamed brocolli and cauliflower with cheese sauce over the top. YUM.

comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment

July 30th, 2006

Subject: that's what they say Time: 08:42 pm

Something I scratched out one night just gone... Explosions light years away seeing the past through astronomer's eyes the tail-end of life - we only get the short version what happened between now and then creation and the final descent deciding someone's fate another luxury we cannot afford nor abide by Symptoms of abuse deciding your own fate out of my hands but not in yours no one said life was fair but balanced is an extreme drugs that we can take but none that can release this ache. On Saturday, I bought something I have never even thought about buying before. I bought...a bikini. It's brown, and I bought board shorts to hide my arse, but...there will NOT be any photos of me in my bikini any time soon. Not that you'd want to see them. Oh yeah, Angel - I will be in L.A for looks like, ONE DAY ONLY. I leave enzed Friday 4th Aug, so I assume I will arrive Friday 4th Aug. I'm not too sure of te time, but if you like I will give you a ring when I get there to see what you're up to (seeing as I didn't see you last time - my bad). The next day after that, it's off to Swingin' London, baby! Five fab days there, and then it's on to the Greek Islands, where apparently my "swimwear" will be put to good use. XXXcellent. Have to send me store manager Shaun a postcard because he got awfully jealous when I said I was off to the Greek Islands. Hmmm. Another dream last night. Was playing rugby with some posh boys, (Prince William happened to be playing against my team). Although my team seemed to consist of just me. Wtf is it with Prince William lately? He's not even bloody hot! They asked if I was playing for Australia (they got confused with the accent). I said no, we kicked the ball around, then retired to the pavillion for a good ole orgy. Then Queen mum popped in and all the boys suddenly looked suitably embarassed. I should say so. Thus ends my dream. What have I been smoking? ;-P

comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment

July 25th, 2006

Subject: yes Time: 08:50 pm

Had a very interrupted night last night - woke up at one thirty, and thought it was almost time to get up. Lucky I looked at the clock. Then I woke again just after five. Not cool. Had some weird-o dreams. In one of them I was shacking up with Prince William. Hmm not that I think he's hot. I guess on some sub-zero temperature level I guess I must do, to some degree. www.ratemyteacher.co.nz is cool. .com if you're not enzed based.

comments: Leave a comment

July 18th, 2006

Current Music: Come and get your love - Real MCoy Subject: automatic lover Time: 09:06 pm Current Mood: bouncy

Old school songs on an old school tape. Real MCoy - Another Night. Heard myself humming some bars earlier from TLC - Don't go chasing waterfalls - go figure, so I scratched up this old tape I had of these guys. Think I probably scammed it off big sis at some they're-so-cool stage. Also munching on Starburst GummiJumble lolliesif you're interested. I'm sure my teeth are. You witch - you're killing us all with your decay-inducing diabetes-wacked sugar-infested jelly-filled death cakes! Put us on suicide watch, why don't you! Christchurch was crisp. Grandma was even more gone in the head. Grandad was NOT well. It hurt to see my dad having to help his dad up to go the bathroom, or to go to the kitchen, or to go anywhere. Made me think bad thoughts about how I might handle the truth if faced with helping my dad do those things when he is grandad's years. I remember one year, when I happened to be at Grandma and Grandad's, and for a few moments I imagined my mum or mydad in an accident or something and I ended up crying to myself. What sort of weird person things like that? Not that I would ever want that to happen, but I thought about it all the same. The other day I imagined Andrew having a heart attack or something similar, and how I would react to that happening. My mind so should not be out alone. Flight down was similar to my last flight down there (luggage took the scenic route down to Dunedin, deciding its final destination was not to be Christchurch). This time, it was me that was waylaid. Because of "technical difficulties" and pilots not living up to the reasonable assumption that they might know what they're talking about, I missed my connecting flight from Auckland to Christchurch, and got there later than expected. Then, on the way back, half my flight (from Wellington to Hamilton) got cancelled on my ass. So I got booked on another flight (on something that resembled a sardine tin with wings), a "direct" flight, so of course we stopped in Palmerston North to fill up (as our flying nun had only enough gas to get us up but perhaps not down). Most not impressed with their "departure tax" rule, and I did not care that they are the only enzed airport to inflict that on their customers. They fucked up - yet there's always a way to make me pay. But - I did get to see my grandparents and the plane did land. So here I am. Sunday at work = veddy busy. Got bugger all done, didn't get to drop the front aisle as I had promised myself (and Baden) that I would. Came in at six Monday morning to drop it, just so that I didn't feel like I'd let myself down too much. Monday was kick-ass. It was all so gooooooood. Shuan was clocking out at the end of the day and I ran up to him, and said, "It's been a bloody awesome day Shaun! Yessssssh!" He asked me what I was on, and could he have some? I told him yes, but he'd have to pay. Suddenly, not so keen. Hehehe. Then I rang up dutymanager Chris when I was in my car ready to zoom, as I noticed a guy, way dodge, filling up a drink bottle of petrol. Then he wandered off into the bushes. Hmm must have wanted some alone time with his friend Mr Petrol. Hope I didn't spoil his down-time by warning Chris about him. Tough shit - asshole. Go sniff on someone else's time. Going from such a great day yesterday,was not impressed to come out this morning to find someone had broken my little side window. And it's supposed to rain tomorrow. Lucked out,bruvva from another muvva. Have to ring around tomorrow to see who wants to help liddle ole me fix me window. But first, more wine. And more colourful sweet things.

comments: Leave a comment

July 9th, 2006

Subject: Yes indeedy, my little friendly Time: 09:23 pm

Watched two good movies this past weekend. Crash and Fightplan Also watched Brokeback Mountain which had lovely mountain scenes and only one rough lovin' scene to be had. How boring. Am developing a nice wee crush on Sean Bean, who starred in Flightplan. Makes me want to see LotR's again. But then I'll see Viggo, who does look rather dashing in the first two movies, and then I'll remember how much he looked like a seventies Jesus in the third installment, and that will spoil my Sean Bean fantasy because my brain will be thiking about awful facial hair compared to rather nice facial hair and it all goes downhill from there. Old school mate of mine had 'Strider' as his icq nick. Ahh icq, how quaint. Nana turned 90 on Saturday. Her friends are great. Work was awesome today. Quiet as anything, but everyone bar one turned up. Dropped the front aisle BIG time, and we spent the rest of the day filling and facing. Bossman Glenn dropped by and enquired on his way whether I had dropped the front aisle. "Better to bring it all down than not enough, eh Glenn!" (I had dropped shitloads). He agreed, but you never know for sure whether he was pleased or not. Shaun also came in to do tickets, so I'm glad the place looked bloody excellent. Off to Christchurch on Tuesday. I'm off to sleep. Perchance, to dream.

comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment

July 4th, 2006

Current Music: The Pretenders - Human (appropriate song) Subject: crash and burn, maybe some day you'll learn Time: 08:02 pm Current Mood: distressed

I am legal on the roads. Yippee Kay ay Muvva fucka. I've just made a lovely wet ring on my book stand. Courteousy of my wine glass. What - you want I should have it sitting next to my computer? Am re-reading one of Bill Bryson's travel books. Still all good. Today I learnt something. Not a good thing, but learn from it, all the same. Seems I stress out quite easily. Well, I don't think I was stressed, but apparently I show it quite easily. Hear that, I'm easy. Was at checkout control doing something (can't remember what)and Barb (supervisor) asked me if I was stressed. I frowned, was about to say something, but then I realised that Shaun was behind me. I told her no - what makes you think that? but I thought to myself fuck-what a great thing to ask right when Shaun-the guy I'm trying to make him know I'm ready to be a duty manager-is right behind me fiddling with the computer. Christ. Not a good look. But it made me reflect, and so I asked her a little later what were my tells (although I still maintain that at that moment I wasn't exactly in high-stress mode). She told me I don't seem to slow down and that I don't pause for answers etc. Hmm. Pissed me off a bit as I didn't think I was stressed, but obviously I was showing signs, so I'm glad I know now. I took two breaths instead of one the whole rest of the afternoon. Makes me wary of my actions, that's for sure. I'm also being a worry-wart about my flatmate. Say you've had stomach cancer a few years back. About a month ago, you said you had a pain in your side. Now you have a sore back. You haven't done anything out of the ordinary to cause this lingering pain. I've told him to go to the doctor, and he says he will if it doesn't go away. But there's a difference between saying you'll go, and actually going. Now, am I worrying? I did just read an article about a guy who had cancer, they got rid of it, and then he had pain in his back, and whaddya-know - the cancer was back. And this guy died. Where's the harm in going to the doctor? Is he being like his mother, who was sick a while ago, but wouldn't go to the doctor because she was afraid of what he would say? (she had breast cancer in earlier days). Sometimes he can be so stubborn. Had lamb loin chops for dindins. Saved some for lunch tomorrow. Yum!

comments: Leave a comment