Heya peeps and hoes. Today is Sunday the 23rd, or 24th. It's now 7.00pm, and I'm winding down from a mild day.
Basically last night some friends of mine had their last night in this hostel (everyone is leaving, the prices have skyrocketed. I'm contemplating it, if Melano can find a place), and I helped them celebrate it. Buy a 24 pack of beer and everyone is a friend. So this morning I was amazed to wake up naturally at about 9.00 in the morning, hangover free. Bad weather, but that never stops a lone wolf. I went out to the place I bought my work boots from, and got my money back. I thought, I have a good job till around christmas, and I don't wanna lug around heavy boots for a slightly possible chance of needing them in another city, and I definately don't want them to fly home with. So after about a month and a half, I took them back.
A hint for taking back goods, after you've had them too long for refund: pick a young looking guy with a really thin moustache, and explain how you never got a job that needed the boots, so you've been forced to bring them back.
He gave me my $90 and bid me good day. I politely inquired as to anything else I needed to do, gave them a wrong address and walked out smiling.
Love it.
So tonight I will visit these friends in their new hostel, and if I have time I might go and see the new James Bond film. I've heard it isn't up to scratch, but hell, you gotta see new Bond films.
Twelve hour shifts every work day next week. Going - to - be - hell.
But will pay the rent, if I do stay...
That's why I'm not aaaas fussed as Melano, he doesn't get paid because he's out here for study purposes.
Right fellows, that's all my news.
Speak soon, hope the weather isn't too bad.
All the best.
Hiya guys. Today is Wednesday, late at night.
Work is hell. The guys there have been picking on me for a while, in a playful manner, but now it seems everyone is just out to get me. Just small insults, chipped into sentences, or words getting twisted, but enough twigs can dam a river. And I'm working on Saturday too, so this week will only have the Sunday off. Not liking it. At work I'm always trying to stay locked up in my iPod, but then I just get thinking, and that never improves things at the moment. Plus I look like hell. So not really in playful moods very often. Starting to get violent thought flashes again, haven't had those in ages, they're pretty worrying. Like, someone says something and the first thing I think of is really violent towards them. Then I feel bad. Haha, sorry if you guys had expected me to bounce back, but not today.
I'm looking for other hostels to stay in, but they all seem full. And I reserved the christmas special bonus on Monday, thinking I was staying, but then on Tuesday morning I changed my mind and took it down, as I hadn't paid. Now it seems I'm staying, but I doubt I can get the bonus back. So every week, $180 is lost to rent, from around $120 when I arrived.
Life isn't actually bad, I'm still in Australia and having fun when I get home, I'm just tired and need to chill.
Right, sorry fellas, I need sleep. Feel sick right now as well. Haha, it's all happening here...
All the best.
P.S - I'm not moaning about stuff, not like "Oh I just want to cry...". I just feel angry that other people can say insults, and I'm too nice to reply with one. Ah well.
Heya guys.
It's only Thursday, just thought I'd pop on and update.
Work was much better today. I think yesterday some of the guys realised I was getting pissed off, and so they kinda just kept it easy today. Also, many weeks ago I downloaded an hour long recording of a thunderstorm, it's ambient noise or relaxation tapes, or something, but I basically had that on repeat for about three or four hours today, it was lurvly. There should be a storm tomorrow, I heard, that's something to look forward to.
I found out that I now have a week left in this hostel. Luckily, I bought another week's stay the other day, but I was told that once that's up I'm pretty much gone. Which kinda sucks, really. But a guy at work, an Irish fella called Dean, who's a nice lad around my age, is staying in a big house with lots of rooms, and I literally just phoned him to try and get him to get one of the remaining ones left. So I could be meeting new faces, getting new friends, all that jiggery pokery. It'd mean leaving friends here, of course, but in this environment it's to be expected. You say you'll keep in touch, but you know it'll never keep up, unless you really stick to it.
Anyway, I'm pooped. Gonna head off now.
Speak soon, all the best.
Heya! It's Saturday, 5.30 in the afternoon.
This morning was the worst in a long time. I woke up by my mate Dean from work, asking where the taxi picking us up was. I told him, and realised that I had woken up at the time my train was leaving for the centre of the city. So I rushed around, showering my head so my hair wasn't crazy, put my cereal in my bag to eat at work, and sprinted to the station, to find the next train leaving in eleven minutes. The train would leave as I was supposed to arrive at the taxi, that would take me to work.
Then the taxi man phoned me, asking where I was. I told him that I probably wouldn't make it, and asked him to phone me back in two minutes to get Dean's number, as I didn't have any credit. I managed to get a pen off a security guard, wrote Dean's number on my hand as the train arrived, so I jumped on.
Well, underground there's no signal, so no phonecall.
I got to the taxi 15 minutes late, to find it gone. Bummer, huh. So I sprinted back into the huge station, only just catching the train that would take me to the usual bus stop to work, but I had to wait 45 minutes for the next frikking bus.
Unbelievable... Got to work an hour and a half late, but luckily the boss guy at work is really cool, he just cracked a few jokes and then let me get on with work.
Boring day, but double pay, so worth it all in the end.
When I got home, I straightaway bought credit, and phoned up a number that will hopefully give me a place to stay for the next few weeks. I'm earning enough, I might get a studio room. Not sure yet, will still think about it. Would be nice to have some quiet time.
Working twelve hour days and next Saturday next week as well. Will be painful.
But good news, tonight I'm going out, to the rock club I went to a few weeks ago. Got invited out, and I don't go out any other time, so I'll make tonight count.
All the best, can't think of anything that I want to say. Still thinking a lot, but the thoughts aren't so deep, at the moment.
Speak soon. Hope the weather isn't too bad.
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TWELVE HOURS! for FIVE DAYS!? man ur gonna be a slightly bit rich, arnt you? at least comfortable no? if the extra money wont bother u then i would stay on. would be interesting to see what room mate you would get next, and so the story continues.........
p.s. is that 2 months uve been there now!? DAAAMMM
only 4 to goooo!
i agree with abi and probably prices will go up all round cos of chrimbo. you sound more upbeat this week. may have some good news for you soon take care sunshine have fun lol ma
as long as those thoughts stay in ur head its fine, though it is undoubtly un healthy for too long. Maybe you should look for another job if ur that unhappy there. Are the rest of the guys unbearable too, or is there anyway to chat a lil more to them (get them more on ur 'buddy' side at all)? Buy a cushion and punch its guts out. I wanna do that sometimes, when house ppl get too much or i annoy myself.....
chin up sun
It's been weeks since I last caught up, sorry to be away for so long. It is such hard work to keep sane when so many factors piss one off. Avoid the violence; it only begets violence in return. Bask in the thought that contact with such beings is just a flicker in the flame of your life. The light burns bright inside you. Don’t think you’re weird to have different goals and urges to others; yours are more valid and pure, certainly to you, and when you are in such situations, who else should come first? You are a man of taste; you love the natural world, enjoy simple pleasures (although I would argue strongly that appreciating sunsets, bats, night swimming and embracing thunderstorms are in no way simple, they show your enhanced sensuality), you know the difference between good and bad rum, and even miss my cooking!
If this time is not about you changing, or at least remodelling yourself, then what is it about? It’s not just a chance to dip your toe into the nitty gritty of life, though I can see that you’re fully caught up with work/life balancing act; longer hours one day can mean more days off later, I remember it well. But keep the alarm clock on loud. If you have to move, the move may solve some things but might also bring new challenges. At least they’ll be new.
Jim is still working on your P45 from Trinity. Apparently it finally came the other day, but with you named incorrectly. Perhaps you will get your tax back in time for travel?? In the interim, I have made a contribution to your UK bank to allow more phone credit, some more M&M’s and perhaps even to enable a reduction in the blood content of your alcohol stream. Enjoy yourself, and keep the perspective of the bigger picture around when the small things niggle.
heya david, thank you, that was a really nice comment, really deep.
and the pleasure of good rum comes directly from you, haha, so thank you again for that. Haven't bought any alcohol for a while, except a case of Tiger to share with mates when they left the hostel.
That's one of the nicest and most personal comments I've read, thank you.
Love,
The Peanut Butter Man
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