adreamisnotamission

Last journal was in November.. oops. Good thing no one cares XD I ended up leaving my job at Palmer's because I got sick of the manager screwing me around. It got to the stage where I'd be working 3 - 3.5 hours a WEEK, and half the time she'd ring me an hour before I was due to start and tell me not to come in or she'd send me home early. So I said 'fuck that' and quit. I've been job seeking since but nothing really turned up so I applied for a course at Witt and got accepted. I'm doing the Diploma of Computing Information and Communications Technology which starts February 20th. I'm kind of excited, it should be interesting. And the cours

Work: So, for almost the entire time I've been there, I haven't been happy (if you're my friend on Facebook you'll know this already - ALL THE ANGST). But things have gotten a lot better the past two days. The manager hasn't been at work and I swear the entire atmosphere has changed. I'm not miserable being there, I'm glad to be a part of things. And I'm working only with positive people which is a good environment for me to be in. I'm a lot more capable and efficient when I'm not stressed or freaking out about screwing up. Maria (the cook) has decided to train me up a little it as a kitchen hand, she's been getting me to help her make s

Considering my lack of enthusiasm prior to leaving for Geddon, I had an awesome time up there. I am a little le derpy from ze Germans tireds but I'll do my best. Thursday: SEVEN FUCKING AM. NO ME GUSTA. Got to the bus in plenty of time to grab the seat 4 rows from the front, like I always do. The seat was squeaky as all begeezus. The entire six hours was spent with my headphones turned up, yet being very aware of every squak it made. Drove me mental. Our bus driver has never driven the route before. He spent ten minutes lost in Waitara. WAITARA MAN. FFFFFFFFF. We stopped at the Big Apple place for a meal break, so I looked around the g