This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Scratchy Yeah, so I didn't get the Greenpeace job, but that's okay because I had serious reservations about the US$360million organisation anyway, and would probably have ended up getting all the shit jobs for voicing said concerns. I did make everyone laugh, and I think that I was suffering from something approaching heatstroke. I couldn't see straight, and my voice was crackling and waivering like nobody's business all day, also there was pain. Walking around in 40+ degree heat and asking questions to people who don't, it turns out, speak English is not a good use of my oh so valuable time. I probably should have said, you know, don't send me to China town, I shan't get any work done. Also I was twenty minutes late and couldn't bring my CV. I think that I have crushes on about half of the country, now. But really they're all only two people. One's really Aussie and works somewhere appealing and one's really Asian but likes English accents. I am running low on money. May have to ask for more shifts at the Gunn, but I don't really want to, even though it pays pretty well, because, I think, I don't like working where I live. Or I don't like living where I work. It feels like I can't go home after work. The appeal in the convenience of it all wears off quite qucikly. Also I'm starting to not-like people. What the fuck, did I have a point? Nyah, I don't know what to do with myself. People are too easily satisfied. I am easily pleased, but it's not the same thing at all. 6:14 p.m. - 2007-01-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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