Floraish

..but first, a rant.

So the last few experiences I have had with fast food ‘restaurants’ have been shit. Actually, unbelievably shit. I mean, sure you go in with low expectations to begin with because let’s face it, multinational billion dollar companies choose to hire 15 year old bums with absolute zero understanding of customer service; but even after all this, I’m still getting terrible service and food quality. I mean, maybe because I worked at fast food and prided myself on doing a good job and back then, work ethic and morale wasn’t at an all time low, sure you get a few bad apples, but the whole fucking store including the manager? Come on!

Case in point: At a well known fast food chain which I won’t care to mention (but starts with Mc and ends in Donalds), I waited in their drive thru queue for over 15 minutes. For two shakes. TWO MEASLY FUCKING MILKSHAKES. Why didn’t I get out of my car and go into the restaurant? Because they have some shitty rule in place that they only have skeleton staff during graveyard and everybody goes through the drive thru. Even people walking, yes, those wankers. In fact, they were the ones holding up the line. Stoners probably feeling the munchies and ordering 15 burgers each. Fuckers. By the time I finally get my shake, they’re not even the right flavour and they were served to me with a grunt. Sigh. Other tidbits, which I can’t be bothered raging about, but this has caused me to reconsider my already limited visits there to be non existent.

ANYWAYS

Christmas is over! So are Boxing Day sales. Bring on NYE!

This year Erin, Steve, Deegan and I are going to the Regatta for their NYE Moulin Rouge party.

Should be a good night. Original plans WERE to go to Rydges and rock their rooftop party, it’s on level 12 and would’ve had eye level fireworks. Sigh. Oh well. Still get to go out and dress up

Side note: Can’t stop listening to Empire of the Sun. God damn catchiness!

At work at the moment. Having a bitch about NYE. Had all these great plans, now they’re gone.

I don’t wanna do anything now.

On a somewhat positive note, for $8 I scored: 300gm serve of pasta, 2 nectarines, 1 banana, 1L of full cream milk and 700gm loaf of bread. No idea why everybody is complaining about the cost of living. The pasta is my lunch. Fruit my afternoon tea, and the milk and bread will be enough for the boss and I’s breakfast over the next 2 days.

I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. Obviously something.

Nothing is working out. Nothing I say or do fixes anything. Open and honest? Okay, sure, I present the scenario at hand:

A wants to go to the movies with B. B decides to try being upfront about this but C disagrees because C actually wanted to see that movie even though B had no idea, not that it would matter because both B and C live and work on opposite sides of the clock.

Forget for a minute that A is on holidays and doesn’t work during the day anymore, and that C is going to be on holidays for a couple of weeks very, very soon, and would’ve spent heaps of time together anyway, but once again B is the one trapped in the middle screaming ‘Fuck you’ on the phone and hanging up in a rather blunt way because C just doesn’t get it.

Things are pretty shit, and I don’t care if you don’t think any of it is your fault, because I know it is, and I don’t know how much longer of this I can take. Fuck you and your guilt trips.

Yes, you heard right. I HATE THE DAMN THINGS!

I bought a dozen on Saturday, a mixed dozen for $15.95. SIXTEEN BLOODY DOLLARS FOR A DOZEN DONUTS!

Okay sure, well I’ve heard lots about them, surely they must be as awesome as the hype - they weren’t.

I’ve had KKs a few times before and I enjoyed them, so imagine me :O when the closest thing to KK came to town! I’m so disappointed. And to make matters worse, *I* bought and paid for them, and I only ate one, why? Because Alex is a big giant pig! He scoffed about 6 on Saturday, I told him to save the rest for me, the next day Dad comes around and pinched one (this is me still under the impression I had six left), when I got home last night from work, there was one left. One. There was one donut left in the box. Singular. I was pretty upset. I took it, gladwrapped it and hid it in my bag for today. Which leaves me with what happened! Ah my life is full of drama. Or more like, I am so melodramatic.

So today, I stopped into John’s to get my stuff. And I thought while the car was parked, I’d take a bite of my mediocre donut. It was a jam one. Perfect, leave me the messy one to eat, thanks guys.

Anyways, all is going well I suppose, I take a bite, I’m careful to line my lap with napkins etc. I take a third bite and all this fucking jam comes whooshing out the other side and down my shirt. My lovely beige VIP shirt in which I have to wear to the station later that morning. ARGH! It was horrible. I panicked and freaked out.

You know how you think you are removing a stain by wiping it? Well that never helps. Ever. You are just pressing the damn stain into the shirt! So what did I do? I grudgingly went back into John’s car, got the house keys, got into the house, took my shirt off, washed it in the basin and used the dryer. I ended up being late to work as a result and my shirt smells funny Sigh.

I fucking hate those donuts.

Unbelievable.

Just unbelievable.

This is poor form, even for you.

Sundays have never been so good, have they?

Close of a weekend, another working week begins, oh and not to mention emotional paranoia outbursts and fractured hands. I’ve had my fair share of bad Sundays. But I didn’t yesterday. So as to avoid another Sunday night fiasco where my night was still invariably ruined; there’s some things I wish to make crystal clear;

Who I choose to be friends with, and who chooses to be friends with me is exclusive between both parties. Not a third, or inexplicably; a fourth. I don’t understand the big fuss over this hypocrisy. Remember what you always told me about making friends? Although just like I told her, the concept of being friends with the opposite sex and having completely pure intentions, must be one quite new to you as well.

I don’t wish to say too much, but you’re a miserable person; you always have been. Always liked to jump to conclusions and assume the worst. While some might applaud your sense of cynicism and harsh views on reality, you are only doing this to yourself. I would like to say that I still know you as a person quite well, and the situation I had to face last night was unnecessary and upsetting, unfortunately it was expected behaviour from you. So when you realise that not everyone is a Mary, out to make your life miserable, that’s when you really will be happy.

I care about you, believe it or not, and for her to have the audacity to accuse and say the things she did really upsets me. I know what is and isn’t my place to say or do anymore, and I wish she did too.

An open letter to everyone:

Please do not hoard 20 year old broken whitegoods that are so old that they weren’t even white when in production, and leave them on the footpaths 3 weeks before council collection, please, for the love of the community. It’s an eye sore.

I was upset with myself for not being able to afford to go see a real one. My appointment was at 1500. So I get there at like 1435 knowing I would need to do paperwork and whatnot since I am a new patient. So I fill in the paperwork in about 5 minutes and sit down to read some magazines. Now I’m reading and by then I’ve read about 5 or 6 magazines when I look up and it’s freakin’ 1540! They did not call my name until 1550! And since it was a huge clinic, it’s not like the doctors where they come out and collect you. She called ‘Fiona Cheng’ over the loudspeaker and I just got up seething with my silent rage.

Then when I finally got inside, she made no attempt to apologise for the wait and just put me on the chair, and the dental assistant was so rough with me when putting on the bib and glasses. I just felt like crying. But pretty much I told her the problem, and she just prodded around, and then without warning she gets up and leaves the room! 5 minutes later she comes back (oh I’ve still had the damn hose in my mouth the whole time) with another dentist and she asks me the exact questions! ARGH. They then talked amongst themselves and spoke in dental acronyms and the second dentist left the room. My dentist sat at her desk and got out all these dental dictionaries and stuff out and started filling in this morning (she really inspired confidence in me). Note, I still have no idea what’s going on and it’s like 1630 as she’s pretty much been at her desk
for awhile. I’ve got no idea if she knows I’m still here but the nurse came back and took off all my stuff, put me back in the seating position.

And this rant isn’t even over! Later she gives me a script for a X-Ray request. And says I should get the X-Ray and then make an appointment to see her again today. But the thing is, I have to make the appointment first as the X-Ray place isn’t even in the complex. Oooooooooooookay. So I’ve just about had enough and I bail to the reception to sign out and I have to choose a time for today to go again. But how do I know when to make it? The stupid receptionist has no idea how long the X-Ray will take, she just said to show up in the morning and get it done and then come back to the clinic.

ARGH AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES THE LOGIC HERE?!

Right, so I will be wasting yet another few hours of my life there? No thank you. I pipe up saying ‘Well I’ll just go get it done now…’ and the other receptionist jims in and is like ‘Oh it’s abit late, you can get it done now but you won’t be able to get the
report until tomorrow so you might as well just get it done tomorrow’

ERRRRR THE X-RAY CLINIC IS ACCROSS THE ROAD, HOWS ABOUT I STOP FUCKING AROUND AND GET IT
DONE TODAY AND JUST PICK IT UP ON THE WAY TO YOUR INCOMPETENT CLINIC TOMORROW?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!

Sorry so much for that rant. But by the end of it I was late to work, felt absolutely terrible and just ended up crying in my car and to my mum.

That was yesterday. And today my experience was much the same minus the X-Ray.

Findings: I have only one wisdom tooth. Not ready to erupt yet, it’s in the top left. Yay for me I guess.

I also got prescribed some Valium. Great. I think I’ll just about need it after I’m done here. Also I have to go back on Thursday for a review. A FUCKING REVIEW AFTER 2 DAYS OF MEDICATION OUT A 14 DAY COURSE? SURE, THAT’S A GREAT IDEA. I THINK YOU CAN LEARN ALOT THERE.

So today is the 20th.

Deadline is up and there is still no windows or doors in the new part, no paint on the walls. I am more cut about the lax security, not over potential would-be burgulars, but because of those damned mosquitoes! Don’t they know mosquitoes carry Malaria?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!? I’ve been applying Aeroguard in my own damned house for weeks now. WEEKS. It’s getting ridiculous. And now my bites are itchy

Wow. Just absolutely fucking wow. What shall I talk about first? There are a couple of things that make me go ‘wow’. Let’s start with the bad, it’s in chronological order anyway.

So just after I blogged yesterday, Cara (New Girl TM) sent me a SMS and said she had ‘whooping cough’ and would be unable to work that night. Well thank you Missy. Just thank you. So after an initial shock of ‘FUCK’ I frantically called Jacinta but it turns out she was already working at her other job. SIGH. What’s next? I fired Cara. Made a new sign advertising vacant positions and told her to get well soon. I showed up to work instead. Woe was me. Work ended up being quite slow and boring and I left at 7, however Erin and I didn’t get on the bus until 7:50 which meant we go to the city at 8:30, an hour after the event had well and truly started.

So we get to O’Malleys, get tanked and have an absolute ball. Well it wasn’t like that actually.. But that’s the short story. Long story however was, we get there, I introduced Erin to everyone and I was fairly happy to see some people and it was great to meet new ones. Hmm, I had a couple of drinks at O’Malleys.. Their Smirnoff Twists were only $5!! Insane! Last time I went out, they were about $7 at the Transcon! So anyways, had some drinkies there, someone bought me a Barcadi Breezer, drank some more, lots of hugs ensued.

Then it was time to make our way upstairs to Strike, where of course Erin and I didn’t bowl. Who wants to waste their time bowling when you could be drinking the goodness that is a Backhand Panther? So I scored a couple of them, had absolutely no recollection of half the photos I featured in, and someone ended up tripping me and spilling beer all over me. Good work.

I think we left Strike about… 12ish, close to 1, I don’t know. But we (as in, a small group of everyone I love, Leopard, Cav, Sabz, Shot_Gun, EG, Zoiks, 12ft_Eskimo, Erin and myself), headed over to Union Jacks which I think was Zoiks’ idea. I can’t remember drinking anything there, oh wait yes I do, someone bought a jug of beer. But there was a dance floor, and I was dancing! Oh so full of energy dancing to dance music! And it was awesome. Ended up just drinking water the whole time I was at UJ’s I think.. But yeah we soon disbanded at about 2ish where Erin and I caught the nghtlink bus home, as I finally figured out where the bus picked up from. Erin ended up pretty much leaving as soon as we got back and she drove herself to work. I’ll be calling her tonight, so we’ll have post OCAU meet up chats then. She might even be joining :O But we’ll see.

Lots of cute pics too ^_^

I woke up this morning feeling queasy, but no vomitting or bad headaches were had so that’s alright. Breakfast ended up being roast lunch from the ‘Vale. Which is always good value for money and awesome tasting.