This creepy drunk biker guy who was at the table next to us was all like to Thing 1, "Hey, that's a great accent you have. I've just been trying to figure out, is it Aussie? Or English?" And, uh... she doesn't have an accent. So she was a little disturbed by that.
My parents are coming tomorrow morning... my dad has a specialist appointment, so they're coming down here early enough tomorrow morning to drop off some shit for me and take me to work. I guess I never mentioned this in here, because I was more occupied with other things but... yeah, I just had 4 days off. Now I'm on for 7. And they're all wicked early shifts. And a couple of them are early enough that I have no damn choice, I'm gonna be walking there. I'm not impressed.
Today I took my bike out, though, trying to figure out a way to downtown that won't result in my untimely death. And, um... yeah, there's just no way. Not at this point in time. Not with me having not having rode my bike in over a year and my brakes being in bad shape. There's too many hills.
One Night Stand Guy from last month is my friend on Facebook. Finally. Ha.
Um... oh, well while I was out on my bike today, I did successfully make it to the new dollar store in town and... my god. It is, hands down, the greatest dollar store I've been in. I'm in love. I would have bought so much more if it weren't for the fact that I was on my bike. It's actually, like, good quality shit. And absolutely nothing is over a dollar. Me like.
Ugh. You know, I almost wish my parents weren't coming tomorrow... I'm not going to see them for very long at all... less than an hour. They're not gonna be sticking around town at all after my dad's appointment. It would be great if they could hang around long enough for us to go out for supper or something after I'm off work but... them avoiding rush hour in Cracktown is more important than actually spending time with their only child. Me? Bitter? Yes. I'd rather just not see them at all then see them for such a pathetically short amount of time. And I'm going to be fucked up enough tomorrow morning as it is. 4 days off? And then me being thrown into a 7 day work week, 8 and a half hour shifts every day? Fuck me.
I seriously have a feeling I won't last at this job for very long. Like... okay, on Friday I received my schedule for the next three weeks and... it's far worse than anything I could have gotten at my last job. I mean, this job... it's still shift work. But it's friggin' worse than retail because I could be starting at 6 in the morning, finishing at 11 at night, and anything and all in between. Plus... it's goddamn downtown. I hadn't fully realized how awkward it can be to get to downtown from here. I mean, if I were working a 9 to 5, Monday to Friday kind of job (which is my DREAM!!!!!), working downtown would be brilliant. It would be perfect. Not a problem. The buses would cooperate 100%. But this shit?! No. I start at 8:30am for the next three Sundays. All the city's bus drivers aren't even out of bed at that time.
Anyways... I'm just sucking back a beer right now. Gotta finish that, wrap up my convo with Thing 2 on MSN right now, and go to bed. My apartment is going to be a goddamn pigsty for when my parents come here but... oh, I just don't give a good goddamn.