I'm going to get that tattooed on my lower back sometime.
I decided to retire Death Before Dishonor II Part II with the chairs. Getting old. Besides, I'll put in for a Death Before Dishonor III icon - "You stupid old man...I was a snake when you found me."
Did I ever mention that for the last two and a bit weeks I was on holidays? 'Cause I won't be tomorrow. Damn. Back to school, and normal ten hours a week at work instead of the 23.5 hours last week.
And I got offered a permanent part-time. How this differs from permanent casual is that I get superannuation, sick days, and holidays. I also take a pay cut. But what the hell. Something to do with job safety and better insurance.
And I'll soon be getting $200+ from teh Governators. I love being under the $6000 threshold.
And stories of suckage from work.
Me: Hi, how are you?
Small talk dissolves into the kind of silence found at grocery store checkouts.
Me: That's $48.35. Did you have any Fly-Buys?
Guy: Uh, no. We've got... :: hands me a fifty-buck thing from St Vincents or something ::
I've done one of these before...well, not really, my suprvisor did, but whatever.
Me: I just have to call my supervisor for the book, okay? :: plasters on 'I really do care about what ts you think about me' smile :: (read: small twitch of lips, no teeth are shown)
...waiting as supervisor comes down...
Guy: Uh...do you have something... :: motions to top lip ::
I grin, fully showing top teeth. I'm am attention whore.
Guy: Holy...cool. Angela (not real name...I just can't remember the real one.) Look at this.
Girl: ::turns ::
Me: :: Grin ::
Girl: Holy shit!...cool.
Guy: She's getting her tongue pierced tomorrow.
...mind screeches to a halt.
They're ona charity-sponsored grocery run for milk, bread and eggs, and she's getting her tongue pierced.
And people say my priorities are screwed up.
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