I can’t balance anything. I need work to survive. I found that out 3 weeks after i quit my job, when I was broke. Working is fine and I don’t have a problem and I seemed to have landed the ultimate chef job. No responsibility and 3 hours 4 days a week. But of course there’s always a catch. A little extra work here and there has made all the difference to my schoolwork. Anytime I have work it’s effecting school. And now it’s coming to a head, i have 2 assignments due in 48 hours, I’ve been chefing all day and night today and had 3 more hours work at work committed for tomorrow. Now they plead with me to make that 3 hour shift a 7 hour one. They have no one else. Bear in mind that this job pays VERY well and that it is finishing up in a week so I feel a desperation to accrue as much cash as possible. Something’s going to give and odds on its going to be my sanity. Ps. I wrote this on a break from work so no promises that it reads well.
A happy marriage relieves stress and makes one feel as safe as an adored baby.
No time to blog. Work tough, Uni tougher. Explain later. That is all.
I saw la dispute at the east brunswick club last night. It was frenetic, tight and a heap of fun. During the course of of the evening, a friend drew my attention to a poster informing us that the business was being sold and that in about 6 days time live music at the east brunswick will cease.
This venue was special. Sure I’m a little biased as it is the only venue of significance that my short lived band ever played but this venue has one of the top PA’s in the melb pub scene and provided live music in a very comfortable space 6 days a week. I remember the significance of finally getting to see a kill devil hills show at that venue. At times like that (assuming your mixer knows how to pilot the millennium falcon of mixing desks) you can really see that venue realizing its potential.
Sadly, I hear the new owners are turning the space into apartments. Squeezing more residents into that vibrant street at the expense of the very thing that contributes to its vibrancy makes total sense from anecenomic perspective… But how good can it be for the soul?
My wife recorded a significant milestone today by scoring her first vocationally focused job. I’m so proud.
Well tickets are purchased for sat night but things will be down to the wire. Should join the rest of the folks by 11pm when most of the bands are done and all of my friends are shit faced. I’m still looking forward to it though. There won’t be a room with that much love/friendship in it for quite some time. Won’t bother me too much I have to work on Sunday. I have a plan…
This weekend marks the celebration of the birth of a Ballarat icon. A patron and confidante. A husband, brother and son. He passed away late last year and this gentleman has left a hole in the hearts of most of the people I know. Without his grounding presence, the social fabric has broken down in this tight little community. Micro cliques have developed and broken apart. We are all lost children. To say he is missed would be an understatement. Things will never be the same. I cannot be at his celebration this weekend due to work commitments. But I will mark my respect and remember this man in my own way.
About a month and a half ago l was corralled into one of those conversations where I was expected to come up with examples of things my wife does around the house that bug me. Not, you understand, so she then has the green light to reciprocate and get gripes off her chest too… But in the interests of starting up a healthy dialogue for the purposes of better understanding of each other. Now I did not exactly feel like opening this dialogue right at that moment, but as it was clear that it was VERY important to her at the time, I put down the tv remote to engage.
During our discourse, we discovered that she was unimpressed with me continually leaving the empty toilet rolls on the ground. We also learned that I deliberately throw said rolls around the bathroom as recompense for constantly finding empty rolls that have not been replaced after use.
Nothing my wife does truly bugs me. If pushed I have a list of maybe 10 things that bug me in the moment then like a gold fish in a bowl I move on and forget.
2 weeks later i started copping grief for leaving the toilet seat up. Here’s my rational on this one… In my household we have the 2 of us. That’s 50% male, 50% female household population. Women Need seat down for number 1’s and number 2’s. Men need seat up for 1’s and seat down for 2’s. We are both statistically more likely to find that the seat is already down anyway! On top of this I don’t think I’ve ever had a problem with having to lift the seat. I’ve never thought to myself… ‘I’m so sick of lifting this seat to piss’ I don’t know why it should be an issue the other way around.
So anyway my point is this no longer than 3 weeks later I find the rolls left on the holder again and it makes me wonder why we had the discussion in the first place.
Ok so where we at people? New year and all going down. NBA is back, music is crap, my Xbox exploded either from the intense summer heat or cause it couldn’t handle my mad skills. Loud neighbors have moved out (yay), landlords have replaced them with… Themselves (boo). My backyard project is coming along nicely but is stifled by lack of cash. Things to buy as soon as possible. An Xbox that is ready for this jelly, a coffee machine that’s estimated to save me 100 dollars a week from local cafes, a portable pergola to go in backyard and drink coffee under, a table and chairs to go underneath which I plan to sit on whilst doing the aforementioned. You can see that coffee plays a large feature in the new year.
You’ll be astounded to hear that work is shit. New prob though (at least). Five days last week didn’t provide me with enough hours to make my weekly target. I had to top the rest up with holiday pay which, as far as I’m concerned is for… Well holidays. They are cracking down on hours pretty hard which I could well understand if I’d been receiving an abundance of late but the last few weeks have been pitiful. Having said that I find myself doing 6 days this week so I’m inconvenienced to have to commit to this with the drawback that these tiny 4 hour shifts are not substantial. My wife is gorgeous as usual and my dogs are almost having as much trouble in this summer heat as my Xbox. That’s about all. Just another 2 months and I start university again. Can’t wait for new direction. So how you been?
