have i mentioned i hate my job?

i got into an argument with one of the waitresses i actually like tonight because i was making a dessert when another girl was already there making desserts and complaining because i wasn't helping set up for the 40 people that were waiting outside for tables that needed to be cleaned and she got angry that i didn't help and i lost it because i was helping, i reset a whole table and half of the next one until i ran out of forks and cat_bitch came over with new forks for finish setting up, so i went back to the desserts because half the people on the tables they were going to had their desserts and the rest of the diners were waiting and i over estimated how long they'd been waiting a little bit and she came over to show me their dockets and how long they had been in the restaurant for and thus they could have waited and i said "yes, and in the time it took you to find that docket and prove your stupid point you could have been getting drinks off your tables, meanwhile, i've looked after mine and i can help without distractions now". yeah, that told her. what a fucking idiot. i raise my voice far too much considering how much i'm getting paid. and then she had the nerve to tell me to knock off at 10 when i only started at 6.30, so i told her i started last and that wasn't fair, send someone else home, and because she's all chummy with the others she didnt. oh well, fuck, at least they got their just desserts when the had to clean up the chuck in the mens toilets resulting in them chucking themselves. bitches.
i ended up signing off at 11.15, which gives me a total of 4 hours and 45 minutes worth of pay this week. yep, i asked for 3 shifts and i got 1. no wonder i have less than $100 in my bank account for the first time in about 7 months. we got quite a few tips though, which was good. $5. that's nothing for the boy at his work. one public holiday eve he got $75. that's more than i will make in wages this week, and he made it in tips alone. i want to work where he works, but he'd never let me. i really need a new job.
when i got home i walked in to find my dad and his younger brother watching an old sean connery james bond movie. then they started talking about tv shows they watch and my uncle said he's been watching doctor who and we had a little chat about how good the new series is. dad said he thinks it's funny that i watch it and i told him that the new doctor is a babe. the male parental unit then asked his sibling if he watched it because the new doctor is a babe and he answered "no i watch because his companion is a bit of alright". so i went onto the boys facebook where i send him hot pictures of karen gillan and showed him some baben' pictures of the companion. she is very hot. and i am the coolest niece ever. and the best girlfriend. the boy loves me sending him pictures of the doctors fine companion.
i think she is so fine that i have dyed my hair red again. a bit more orange than it used to be, i used to dye it quite a dark red, but karen gillan's is natural and that's the effect i wanted. it's still a little light because my hair being blond and all is very light. im not quite used to it so im not sure if my rash decision to go rang again was a good one, but i'll get used to it. and the boy won't mind at all.
i am currently loading an e-book called "reading chuck palahniuk: american monsters and literary mayhem". i love chuck palahniuk. he's pretty much my favourite author. i mean i love the great gatsby, it's probably my faveourite novel, but other f. scott fitzgerald books i've read have not enthused me too much. i'm thinking that the tattoo i get will be the last line of the great gatsby around my wrist like a bracelet. i've had that in my mind for a while so i think i will get it. a little while ago i thought i might get the lyric from the beatles song tomorrow never knows which goes "turn off your mind relax and float downstream, this is not dying" because it's existential [which is the philosophy of life i like to think i follow] and it's quite beautiful. this is living, not dying [although it is, if chuck has taught us anything it is that on a long enough time line the survival rate for everyone drops to zero] so we should make the most of it. but if you look at the quote at the side of my blog there, you'll see that i really love the gatsby quote.
i'm going to go learn me a bit about reading chuck palahniuk now.

lost my passport

notebook. v. upset because i had been putting all my thoughts in there and i am somewhat lost without it. i just realised that one of the courses i have to do next semester i have already done, so i thought i might do a fun elective like photography or something but it's full, then i thought i might do alternative animation, but it has pre-requisites, which really defeats the purposes of it being a student elective, the school of fine arts is just determined to only offer its courses to school of fine arts students and not poach from other schools. bitches. drawing is also full, and so is painting. i just wanted to do something easy so i could focus on getting some better marks in my final semester, because i pretty much hate all my subjects right now and i just want this year to be over so i can get my degree and move on.
today i went vintage shopping with jacinta and i stopped myself from buying a big black faux fur jacket and a little tiny piano. i think i showed some great control over my spending. my saving has been going well. i've saved heaps of money, all my tips for the whole year. sometimes it seems like they aren't going to count the tips or they're going to put them all into the christmas fund, which is very unfair because we work really hard for those tips, and i think we should get them regardless. when i'm still in the restaurant after closing i always count them even when there's only like 60 cents each, that's my 60 cents and i'm going to save them. anyway, i spent money on lunch and tea. we went to this cafe in degraves that had old fold up cinema chairs as the decor and was totally awesome. i also got us a cupcake to share and it had glitter on the icing. i know, edible icing on a cupcake. it was amazing.
i'm really super dooper sick of hearing about that damn jessica watson girl who sailed around the world. i mean good on her, i think her achievement is amazing, especially considering how young she is and what not, but they keep throwing around all this 'sailed solo around the world unassisted' crap. she sailed solo around the world, but not unassisted, she had the internet and a phone, so whenever something went wrong she'd just get on her blog and call out for help or call her parents for help. that is not unassisted. it is very much assisted, i mean she may as have had someone on the boat with her with the kind of help the daily evening news was reporting on. i mean jesse martin didn't have any help at all. there were no blogs and crap, no fancy phones. he did it the hard way.
and really, how can you take someone in a pink boat seriously...
on another note, sundays doctor who was fucking freaky. those weeping angel things were scary as, only moving when you're not looking at them. freaky. every time the lights flickered back on they were closer. creepy. but the episode ended well with amy pond coming onto the good doctor in a hot and heavy way. i wish i was amy pond. kissing that hottie would be a dream come true.

seriously though, can you blame me..
what a babe. no-one ever made tweed look so damn sexy. i wish i had a man in tweed.

two more weeks of class

so the holidays are fast approaching and i cannot wait. as much as i want to use these holidays to get a head start on things for next semester, i am so sick of getting screwed around by the uni that i just want to go down the beach for a week, drop some acid, turn off my mind, relax and float down stream. the new rmit website is driving me mental. i liked it much better before when everything was just laid out in front of us and we didnt have to go on huge cryptic journey's trying to find the freakin enrolment page to see what classes we have next semester. i only had to log in once, not every single time i navigate to a new page. and why the fuck does facebook keep screwing up. i know i sound like a stupid whiney gen y kid when i complain about not being able to go on facebook, but as i mentioned earlier, i have a social media assignment this semester and must access the evil site in order to work on said project. when i can't even read the messages from my group members, what hope do i have from communicating with said group. still loading. actually the site says it's done loading, but the darn squiggle next to the "messages" button is still waving away and the page is blank so i assumed it was still working away. now blogger is freezing. they are determined from not letting my voice be heard. i printed off a list of computer rooms us media kids are allowed to use and i have information for the bureaucrats sitting in their thrones up their in fantasy world... there are either always classes in there or they are empty rooms that do not have computers in them and are therefore not computer rooms.
im stuck in the library, wrestling with this shitty keyboard that is a bitch to type on [biceps anyone?] after stalking around staring at other people using computers jedi mind powering them into leaving their computer so i can use it, and then when i finally do get on a crappy library pc, im sat next to some crazy old lady who i think just snuck onto a computer that someone forgot to log out of. i thought she might be a tempt or a student here, but she flicked through a folder, printer something, moved her glasses up an down her nose and then left, turned the computer off, left her folder and bag here and disappeared talking to herself. how do these people even get in to the rmit library?
i just downloaded my new roster. on the piece of paper they put on the wall at work where we cross off the days we cant work before the new roster comes out we're allowed to request things like "amap" which stands for "as many as possible" and i stopped doing this because apparently "as many as possible" to my bosses means one shift a week, if that. so this time around i wrote "at least three shifts a week" and for the first week i have one, for the second week i have one. it's not until the third week of the roster that i get at least three shifts a week, and then two weeks after that the restaurant closes for a week so the bosses can go on a holiday. i really need a new job.
i might finally go and see...
oh wait, she's back. still mumbling to herself, but now she has some kind of slip. she's either doing some kind of religious studies, or a cooking class. i can't quite tell, her notes are in that really slopey old school script.
anyway, i might finally go and see a single man tonight as it is on at nova at 9.15pm, which gives me plenty of time to get some work done, and then go enjoy myself. but if i remain as tired as i am right now i may just go home and go to bed. my breath tastes bad so i think i'll go and either get one of those nifty on the go toothbrushes collgate have where on the add some girl is in a bar about to pick up with some sleazy guy and she tells him to hold on a minute while she runs off to the corner of the club to brush her teeth and then comes back to mac on with him.
but i'll probably just get chewy.