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i've been getting caught up in this whole facebook thing the past few days. it's a complicated and much more excellent than myspace sort of thing. it's security is far superior that's for sure! i think i'll be tweaking it for a short while at least. i wonder if i can use facebook to pimp my tunes...? hmmm....

the biggest problem i'm facing just now, not related to facebook, is that i have a lovely crisp script called "A Winter's Tale" sitting on the dining room table off to my left, and i can't find the motivation to read past the opening two or three statements about visiting bohemia or sicily! this is a problem, because i've got the task of playing Perdita when the company performs it on August 1st and 2nd. i really need to focus, but i can't. i'm worried that if i do a horrible substandard performance on this one, that'll i'll lose out on further, grander opportunities and be relegated to the amateur stages for the rest of my life. not that they're a bad place, they just don't PAY.

once upon a time, i had all the motivation a person could have in relation to my chosen path. i lived and breathed it, thought nothing else but it, and did everything in my power to get myself more involved. this was a difficult task, because, despite what most people see of me (the surface Kits), i'm a rather shy and modest person who really needs to slap herself hard in order to get done what she needs to do. i love the buzz i get from performing to an audience, but it takes so much effort to simply force myself to make the first step in getting there, that it exhausts me. however, once i make that leap, it's all smooth sailing. i just don't know why i'm having to work so hard in order to get this to work. maybe i'm not used to the lack of direction and rehearsal. perhaps i need to call bryan and organise private workshopping of the script. perhaps i need to find out why i've begun reverting to the shy little girl i was 15years ago.

i think this stupid day job i have is the main cause. it takes up so much of my time and energy, i simply don't have enough left to do what i know i have to do in order to progress further in acting. it leaves me feeling mostly worthless. it's tedious and boring, and the store is ALWAYS cold. what have i done to anger the gods to be given the horrible task of checking for use by and best before dates? whatever it was, i apologise and am repentant, please make it stop and give me a task worthy of my skills! i'd much rather be doing checkouts than this job. but i'm not trained and therefore am not permitted to attend priority one calls. blech.

so, what can i do in order to motivate myself back towards entertainment as my sole focus? what can i do in an attempt get back on track? do i need a good kick up the arse for being so flakey and girly about it? suggestions please, I REALLY need them.

til next....
~Kits~ (close to full caffienation)

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i walk into work; i'm being treated differently. the duty manager is now willing to discuss the communcation issues between leading staff and the subsidiaries. i have found it odd previously, but tonight i'm caught off guard and actually talk in sentences laced with politicisms. i shouldn't, i know what this one is like, but i lack the ability to care any more. i grasp for a sugarfree redbull out of the fridge while we discuss everything. she is the only one who ever asks after my son though. the illusion of care. i'll admit to being saddened at the passing of her husband, but i'll not let that interfere with the fact that she is full of utter bullshit. she once tried converse with me on a topic i'm fairly knowledgeable on, and it took all my energies not to laugh in her face at her false and incredible statements. however, she has always taken care to note what i have said about the boy. sentimentality aside, i shouldn't let my politics slip when she is around. she baits, like a fisherman, but i am weary on all other occasions. tonight though, i slipped. i went for it and circled. i circled like a school of shark; attempting to answer the questions without letting on exactly what i was thinking. i doubt my success. i do think i may have been clever with my statements. i focused more on the moron than his lackey. which is the truth. the moron is the cause, and the effect of this whole thing.

i've actually come to hate this job. and it's taken this transfer opportunity to bring this realisation home. i was at work tonight paranoid and wishing i wasn't there. i was almost convinced i was being watched because the chick taking over the job i wanted didn't like the fact that i knew what i was doing and made her look good. she hasn't spoken to me since last saturday (and note also that this 'woman' is my age). i'm still of the mind though, that if she had really wanted the job and wanted to learn it, as she stated a few times last saturday, she would have volunteered for the position as i had.

yep. i volunteered for a leadership role the day before i was offered a transfer. now, i took the transfer because i knew i would get away from my boss. i took it because i was being offered something better than what i already had. now, if my boss had a brain in that almost 30-something head of his, he would have gone "this person wants to run the shift, we need to keep her. how can we make it beneficial". INSTEAD, i get this "oh, (store name) just called saying you were transferring. thanks for telling me." i'm not obligated to tell him i'm looking elsewhere. in fact, very few jobs actually state that i should tell my line manager. so my not telling him was, in fact, NON OF HIS BUSINESS, according to what i've read to date. i could be wrong there, though.

all that aside, i really hate this job. i do a great big pile of everything during the day, least of which being: help take care of a toddler, and then i'm expected to go to work on a friday night for 5 hours, theatre all day saturday followed closely by work for another 5 hours. then a get all of sunday to prepare for 7.5 hours off hell between 12:30 and 8 am on mondy. it's fucking up my life. i can't handle not having the time to relax on a weekend. despite my not working during the week at present, i have no 'relaxation time'. i'm on call as mother for most of that time, while pots works. but trying to make the rest of the world understand that is, at the best, impossible.

i'm exhausted. i need a holiday, and there is no time to fit one in. pots and the monkey get a 2 week vacation in july. I. DO. NOT. so, while they're relaxing, i'm getting used to my new job, possibly rehearsing a new show and watching my current show come to a close. with luck, i'll get holidays come january. until then: who knows.

so, if i can't hang with you, it's one of many reasons: i'm performing (G&T may need me), i'm trying to sleep, pots has a gig, i'm simply tired, i'm studying. that may not be all, but it's a start. i'm full of horribly lame excuses,but they're all true, and that's what makes it sad.

life was so much simpler when i was unemployed and had no baggage.*

can anyone suggest some yummy pampering (the massage the other day was utterly useless for a variety of reasons), incl./excl. hot young things with not much on and feeding me food and booze?

til next....
~Kits~ (on the verge of something)

(*a general statement, not to mean i think pots and the monkey are horrible and unwanted baggage. that is far from the truth.)

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phone calls that wake you from a wonderful sleep at nine o'clock in the morning are never usually a good thing, unless said phone call is about you're new job!

and when it is closely followed by a phone call from your current job to congratulate you and confirm that it's true, then you know for absolute certainty that the transfer is going to happen this time!

this shall be no Queen's Plaza debacle, no. this time around, i HAVE the confirmation from TWO sources. it's a pity really, because i'm giving up the opportunity for a mini promotion at work in order to get away from my boss and night fill. is that wrong? should i just take his crap and screw the day job that'll work better around uni? nah, fuck that. i want a day job, plain and simple. i want the opportunity to go to parties or dinner with friends. or even start going out to the cinema again with pots!

this means i must track down some day care facility who will be able to take care of the monkey on my days at work... oh gods, this is going to be painfully expensive. even with the bloody rebate Captain Costello has so 'generously' given us.

actually, that reminds me. i should probably tottle off and have a look at this shiny new budget the Captain has brought down upon us and see what's in it for me to cry about.

in the mean time, i shall continue with my "I-HAVE-A-DAY-JOB" dance.

til next....
~Kits~ (oh yeah, look at these moves!)

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to my 'dearest' and most 'endearing' dry goods manager

i'm not entirely sure where you learned your people skills, but i think you should enrol yourself in a refresher course and brush up on them. see, as a child, i was taught to look at a person when they are talking to me. not sit hunched over my desk in my ~~dungeon~~ office and try to pretend they're not really there. it's called 'courtesy'. and considering you're not all that much older than i am, if not close to being the same age as me, i'm sure you would have had a brush with it in your childhood also.

so, when i approach you in relation to a matter YOU advertised for staff to come forward and announce their interest, your response is not, "*smokers cough* *mumble* *smokers cough*" while not bothering to turn your head in my direction. there is a reason no one in our store likes you. even the fresh produce girls laugh at you, and they're ot even in your department having to actually deal with you're 'enigmatic and electric' personality. the correct response in such situations is the following:

"Dry Goods Manager?" enquires the interested staff member as she knocks on the door.
Turning from his desk and randomly stapled together pieces of paper "Yes, Staff Member?"
"I'm hoping to have a chat about the position you've got advertised in the staff room. About taking over the role of Leaving Staff Member."
"Ah, yes.", nodding in rememberance.
"I'm keen and have spoken to Line Manager and he can't see why not."
"Okay. Well, I can't discuss it right now. How about I contact you about it later to discuss this further?"
Smiling, "Sure. Thanks a lot."

try treating your staff with more respect and perhaps they'll stop laughing at you behind your back.

yours with sincerity
the only staff member to have approached you about the position.

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yet another monday is upon me. but for me it is still technically sunday, for, despite my valiant attempts to the contrary, i have not slept since about 8:30am. i mostly blame the cold and flu tabs i've been forced to take in desparation for sinus relief as i struggle through this most horrific infection. unfortunately, i don't think they're doing much more than keeping me awake and somewhat blank. it did, however, make work seem much more fun that it really is. perhaps i should get stoned in this fashion more often (though, not if i can help it).

i can't believe i made it through the past week at all really. waking up with a head feeling like lead and full of puss and pain on monday afternoon, did nothing but kick my week off 'oh so wonderfully!'. pain and puss continued on tuesday and right through til mid thrusday, which made calling actors who wanted to be in my show somewhat difficult. never fear though! for i am tech savvy and can email!!!! let us ignore those who a) don't check their email, b) write the wrong address down (one girl actually did this, telling me she had done as she corrected it. lucky for her i had voice and energy enough to call her for her callback), c) either don't check their inbox often enough, or have a stupid spam filter that seems to think gmail is spam, and thusly the user is not a regular spam folder checker, or the email is kicked back at me with more force than the initial pass. in fact, i've had one email return to me TWICE! i only sent it ONCE! gah! at least most of my cast appear to be intelligent enought to be able to correct their and my errors in relation to this...problem.

call backs on thursday were hectic (as i had imagined they would be), but i gave the illusion of being mostly in control of the situation and managed to not kill anyone or anything. i must say thank you to the two cast members who put up a fabulous fight for the title role. it was one of those hard to decipher photo finishes that eventually came down to who would make a better indian chief. but i had fun making them think they'd lost out to the other. sometimes my evil is cunning. or my cunning is evil. i don't really know. i'm hoping now that i am able to put together a good show. i'm still wondering why i actually said yes, but i'm sure i can positively prove myself. my leads are fabulous, and i'm hoping that the rest of the clan can help support them well. oh well, it'll be good practice at leadership if nothing else.

so, with pan now fully cast and this sinus infection slowly dissipating, i might be able to start thinking a little bit more about what i want to do. i've already started sketching the poster ideas and have been researching on teh intartubens (TM) for random indicators of creative help, i think it could be going somewhere. i've kinda, maybe, already, sorta got the first draft of a banner to advertise the show wherever i can think of (which will most likely be only here and myspace *sigh*) but it's at least a start. with luck (and why am i convinced it's the middle of the afternoon all of a sudden?) i'll be able to create a fabtabulous poster design that'll win the people over and ~~trick~~ entice them to come and see the show. i also need to ask permission to put a poster up in the staff room at work. so much to do.

fingers crossed also that things go well with the interview i have on wednesday. i like these sorts of surprises, and with luck (again) i'll be able to do something that is much more flexible to my existence as a functional human being. more details when i know more myself. /coy

til next....
~Kits~ (that's a lot of typing)

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so, after a loverly chat and book recommendation, i managed to find a brief zone of recording time this arvo and redid a vocal track to one of my songs, and added some harmonies. i'd have continued, but the monkey awoke from his mid-day nap and it's very difficult to record anything when he's up and about, unless i specifically want the sounds of a frantic 2 year old hunting for fun about the house (which for the song i'm working on, doesn't work).

i must now make some dinner as i have to work tonight. poo to that.

til next....
~Kits~ (yes,i said poo)

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these horrid monday morning shifts are going to eventually break me i can see it. it's not the shift itself that will do the breaking though, it'll be everything else associated with the shift. things like my stupid energy sapping, slouchng, scuffing and mumbling twat scratch of a manager and his inability to make a proper Merch order, and then have the gall to complain about the ends not being complete. then there's the crazy monday morning traffic. brisbane drivers are disgusting! i am reminded every time i go driving why i took so long to bother about it. even cycling isn't what it used to be thanks to the traffic. i'm forced to dodge pedestrians (who are just as deadly as cars you know) while riding at minimum speed along the footpath, which makes the ride virtually useless to me. whether i drive or ride, it still takes forever to get home. this makes little sense to me, as the it is normally only a 30minute ride, unless it is monday morning, wherein it will take 40-50minutes.

if none of those two things break me, perhaps the fuzzy feeling of being awake for almost 2 days (sleeping on a sunday is almost impossible with the Monkey around) and when the sun rises i get that 'daydream scene from a movie' filter across my vision. everything, even the horrid traffic and my useless lump of flesh of a manager, look better with this filter on. i think there is only so much of the 'everything is just a dream' thing that i can handle though, especially where the troglodytic grocery wanker is concerned. i really don't like the idea of having my mind start thinking of him as part of my dreams. if i want nightmares, i'll go back to the ones i was having a few years ago, at least they were interesting and caused the creation of some fabulous word sketches. all tim does is make me want to dry retch with disgust, and cause the ink in my pen to leak.

there is of course the other fact of the 'cleansing ale' to wind down from a nasty 8 hour graveyard shit, eh, shift. not that i've cracked a cold one open this morning, or evening...whatever, but it will most likely happen. it happens most nights when i finish work. not all, but most (this is made easier now that i only have 3 shifts a week). i'm almost convinced that if i start conditioning myself to drink at this hour of the day, even if it is just one glass to wind down after work, i may condition myself to do it EVERY day. beer and cornflakes (or breakfast food of the moment) doesn't sound all that appealing to me (unlike the maple syrup i added to my chicken legs last night. very very nice indeed!). that could be my breaking point right there if the dream sequence involving 'tim the tool' doesn't first.

actually, i think the forcing myself to stay awake for the whole smegging day is what'll do it. if the biol faclty could just can their monday classes for me, that'd be very very nice. that way, pots won't have to bugger off ten minutes after i get home to tutor the plebs while i sit here bleary eyed and wondering where my brain went - assuming it ever existed. why do people feel the need to cram as much biology into their heads at 10am on a monday of all days? surely, as students, they understand the benefits of the 'sleep in' and feel the need to untilise this commodity as often as possible...right? ah, who'm i kidding! i know for certain that those won't be the classes i'll be taking if i'm still doing this shift next year.

ugh. i gotta find something to do that'll prevent my untimely collapse that will allow the monkey free reign of the house. two year olds and lack of supervision are neither welcome nor ideal.

til next....
~Kits~ (bleerp)

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finally!!!!

my boss has sorted my permanent! i'm now officially a PART-TIMER!!! wooooooooo!

i get to have a life again!!!!

also, we've just had our power upgraded. apparently we've been suffering from a crippling power disease known as 'low voltage' and we've just recieved the first dose of antibiotics (a brand new powerline). we were supposed to get the full barrage today, but there was an interruption (they found rock in the hole they were digging for the new pole) and it looks like we'll get that next week instead.

i dont' understand the issue, as far as i could tell we were having no power issues, but i'm not a sparky so i haven't a clue.

either way, we get a shiny new concrete pillar erected opposite our house with one of those 'fantastic' mini transformers glued to it. i can't wait for the first possum to 'bump' into it.

til next....
~Kits~ (doing the *doesn't have to work tonight doo dah doo dah!!!!* dance*)

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so my boss is giving me the run around at work regarding my permanency. so far it's taken 5 weeks, if it does eventuate when he says it will, that'll be about 2 months. he's full of utter shite so far, and annoyingly, i'll be getting a great deal fewer hours than i requested.
the only upside to this whole thing, and the main reason i've not throttled the lazy mumbling [insert profanity here], is because i've been told i'll be getting trained to run the fill shift every now and again. whenever the fill in charge, the 2ic or the 3ic are sick or on holidays, i'll get the job of organising the load and the staff. that's pretty sweet (though the 'extra' money for the role isn't worth the added responsibility and work load). essentially, i've been given a promotion! go me!

i've also just completed the first step into a possible service assistant job at the new mt gravatt store opening up. things seem to be travelling a little but differently to the coles central fiasco, and with luck, i'll be able to do the night fill AS WELL as whatever service assistant job i score at mt gravatt. i - WE - could use the extra money.

i'm not getting my hopes up too high for anything. i'm over relying on management to get it right. that's why i've been looking for new jobs. if he doesn't come through with it in the next 3 or 4 weeks, and i get the job at mt gravatt, then i'm telling him where to stick his part time shift and find himself another pleb. if he really thinks i'm good enough for the promotion, maybe he'll pull his finger out of his arse.

the working two jobs part time thing is almost appealing, even if somewhat ridiculously time consuming and horrendously tiring.

til next....
~Kits~ (whatever will the future hold?)

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got chatting to the boss about my permenancy the other day: acted like he didn't know and told to me ask my line manager.
tool.
i told him that kevin had already asked me: three weeks ago, and that i'd like to know when it was all going to be done.
it's funny how a swift kick up the bum can get things moving.
unless he gets slothful on me again, i should get my permanent roster either next week or the week after.

( the good and the bad )

i probably should think about going to bed now.
all the fun i've had on

stupid_free has exhausted me.. oh, and yay, i win the intartubens(tm). wow, i lurk on most comms, but the moment i decide to comment, i get all kinds... it's fun. someone even attacked me for the bad poetry i put in my bio...

til next....
~Kits~ (apparently it's this bit that's the bad part)

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well, i've managed to score myself an uncomfortable case of tendinitis in my left wrist. this leaves me wrapped in a brace, rubbing goo all over it and eating nurofen for the inflammation. it also means i have the most boring job at work. ugh.
on an up note, i don't have to pay for any of the medical or medicinal expenses :) even the klms spent to get to and from the doctor next week are paid for :) i almost love coles.

i don't know what this is going to mean for the future of my nightfill 'career', perhpas it gives me a decent case to argue a transfer to a daytime department where the workload is less heavy lifting and more something else. think i might wait until my permanent part-time status is actually put through (that's a complicated scenario that is) before i start making those sorts of waves. until then, i have to try and not aggravate this stupid wrist tendon. ugh.

why couldn't it have been my knee, or my ankle, or a piece of my torso or face threatening to decompose and fall of? why my bloody wrist? i NEED that wrist. thats my fretboard hand, and i need the flexibility. yeah. things are looking oh so fabulous for my music now. not that they were looking particulalry brilliant to start with...

ugh. stupid negative thoughts. stupid cynic. stupid stupid. guh

til next....
~Kits~ (if you want me, i'll be in the corner ignoring the caffiene withdrawal)

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after a week of dodgy internet connection, and several unsuccessful attempts to contact tech support during the day *breathe*, i've just managed to discover that our net is playing "silly buggers" (a direct quote) and requires a technician to have a look see. i'm more than convinced its their fault, as we've been back for the length of time it's been an issue and haven't touched the modem. so (and that is such a loaded word), we shouldn't be charged for any service or investigation that may need to be done (the guy mentioned the dog chewing the modem, we don't have a dog, and the modem rests well above the height of even the most daring cat). i've just got to try and be awake during the hours he's suppsed to be here... stupid early morning technician arrival. oh well, at least i'll be able to do other things while waiting... like wish i was asleep.

why won't this beer make me sleep like its supposed to?

til next....
~Kits~ (i gotta work tomorrow night *pout*)

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ooh. birthday greetings to

jagwire. have an awesome day, and don't let too many of the stupids get in your way :)

in other news:

i'm back from three weeks in smokey victoria, where the weather started off kind (cool and requiring jumpers) and ended with much hatred (stinking hot with blackouts and lots of ick). overall the time was good. there will be pictures soon.

my first shift back at work was busy with excellent news: i've been asked to go permanent! knowing the advantages (and the disadvantages) i said yes.

pots music career seems to have hit the ground running. he's got two gigs this weekend which is teh cool and teh bad. but at least it's money.

the monkey has his second birthday tomorrow. sort of hard to believe it's been two years. i've done a lot of things in that time, and a lot of nothing. unfortunately for me, it's the nothing that shows.

i was going to gripe about a few things, but have chosen to do that another time. it's far to hot right now despite it being 1am (in the morning, for redundancy) and i really can't be bothered. the heat and work have taken away most of the energies i require to really express my dissatisfaction and annoyance at a thing or two. plus, it's unlikely that it'll affect anyone, it's more of a 'gotta get it out' kind of thing. you know how rants are :)

til next....
~Kits~ (if only butterflies could wield machetes, the world would be a much more interesting place)

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now THAT is ONE HELL of a SHOVEL!
Click the image to read more about it :)

i must now hope to whatever deities exist that i can survive today on approximately 90minutes sleep.
no thanks to another night shift (stupid cricket. if the ashes weren't on now, my boss would still be at work. grr) and the fact that Pots has a Seminar of Doom(TM) plus five million meetings AND a fancy dinner at the Tibetan Kitchen Monkey and I WERE NOT invited to today, all BEFORE his job interview TOMORROW. oh, and they're all related. i've never heard of someone needing to put in so much effort to get a job before. but i suppose, they are looking to work with the person for five years, so making sure they're up to the task, can perform to tight schedules and are easy to get along with prior to the actual Interview of Horrors(TM) is all beneficial? a 'try before you buy' sort of thing. makes sense to me.

i'll be glad when my escapades to the mechanic are able to die down to a bi annual event. by the time i'm finished, i'll have spent more than the cost of the car just to make sure it doesn't fall apart on me. i'm now more wary of getting things 'checked'. turns out the 'check' cost me $500 in replaced brake discs, and will cost a further (minimum)$1000 in shocks replacements as well. lets NOT talk about the engine whine that appeared oh so very suddenly last sunday afternoon on our return drive from Somerset Dam. i'll admit to having been lucky with my mechanics thus far, in that they've been nice and not annoying and treating me like a 'silly female they can take advantage of'. and it is my own fault for buying a Cheap As All Buggery car. and the repairs and the costs were not at all unexpected, in fact it's EXACTLY what we had imagined (ignoring the broken ignition. who's ever heard of a broken ignition? stupid cheap korean cars). so i shouldn't complain all that much, but i will anyway. all my hard earned overtime i was supposed to be using for my holiday in january is being eaten by the fucking car. at this rate, the car'll be going on holiday and i'll be stuck here. AGAIN! i seriously hope Pots gets this job, that way i won't have to stress too much about being the sole bread winner (and on my inconsistent wage, this is NOT A GOOD THING), and could perhaps look at a slight reductuction in my weekly working hours. i'm also hoping that come the new year i'd have transferred to the new store and be working days and being less frazzled by sleep deprivation. but, i'm not the kind of person who expects miracles, so i'm not going to.

by the way: no thanks to any of you out there for forewarning me about the dangers of car ownership. it's all well and good to inform me of their esper like qualities AFTER i get the bloody thing, but it's all a bit moot then isn't it? *sigh* and at the rate the car is eating my money, i'll be 30 before i can even afford to get my license! so i guess i've got three years to start a piggy bank for 'the day i get my license'.

all the car nonsense aside: i'm in my late 20's as of monday, but it is Sunday wot is more speshol. ELTON JOHN AT BEC!!!! much squeeing continues. i still think it would have been much more fun to see him when he was younger, in better voice and a hell of a lot less fat, oh, and less old man musicky, BUT beggars can't be choosers when it comes to seeing artists whose carrers began while your parents were in primary school (well, dad was in highschool, but who cares?). so i'm looking forward to a very good night, despite the fact i doubt i'll be able to afford any concert memorabilia thanks to said vehicular horrors. and i'm sure i'll actually FEEL more excited come sunday afternoon when i've had a chance to sleep. right now all i can feel is...well, i'm not sure exactly...something.

til next....
~Kits~ (could the cheese stick men please raise their hands)

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dream:

i think i was walking or running towards or with someone; don't know who they are. suddenly they trip and i know something is wrong, i go to help. person i'm with is having a seizure but tells me to look at their left forearm at the tattoos she has there. all i see at first are faint blue smudges. i'm then told to 'believe in them'. suddenly the smudges become moving eyes, looking left and right non stop as she continues her seizure. then she loses control and whatever was happening is broken.

the scene moves on but with less clarity.

just now:

making coffee i thought i heard Pots walking around the house. knowing that he was heading out to go to cunterlink i walked into the dining room saying "i thought you'd left" only to be greeted by nothing. stupid high winds! (i think).

later on:

9 hours of torturous supermarket slavery. why the smeg are they picking on me to do all the fill in night shifts? why the smeg can't i say no?

til next....
~Kits~ (rolling in it, but not feeling particularly good about it)

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i don't really think i'm built for all of this night shift work.
or at least, the fact that i have a (suddenly) bratty almost 2 year old isn't helping the situation any.
finshing at around 3am every night, and not getting to sleep til about 5, then being woken at 8-ish by the Monkey doesn't make for a very pleasant Kits.

saturday was blissful though. i slept right through until 3pm!
i was still deathly tired when i woke, but managed to stay awake for about 6 hours before becoming unconcious again until 7am sunday.

i'm feeling quite refreshed today though...just in time for a nice night shift....
*sigh*
oh well, at least the money will be handy.
christmas is coming, we're hoping to go to victoria in january, and i've got to get the car serviced, and the air con checked.

hopefully somewhere in there is the time to get to editing the santa spell dvd as well.
i've still got to film it once more as well. ugh.
stupid work.

til next....
~Kits~ (either kill me or make me rich)

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( arpa made me do it. she pointed at me and EVERYTHING! *nods emphatically* )

and it is 4:30AM.
i should be asleep, but i'm not tired yet. i HATE NIGHTSHIFT.
PLEASE let this new job start already, and PLEASE make it a DAY job.

i think i'm going to cry or die or both.

til next....
~Kits~ (one more beer - read as: only one - then sleep)

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I've just had a phone call confirming that i have been offered a position at the new Coles Express opening up in the Queens Plaza building in the city!

NO MORE GREENSLOPES!

*insert my ACTUAL jumping for joy and squeeing here*

til next....
~Kits~ (i have a new job!)

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oh my goodness....

i've just received an email from Coles Myer Limited telling me i've reached the final one on one interview stage for their new store opening up in Queens Plaza in the CBD. this is kind of exciting, mainly because they actually want to interview me, but also because it means a DAY JOB if i get it.

so now i've got to go back and read the job description and what answers i gave to the questions in order to bluff my way to a customer service (checkout) job at Coles.

i tell you what though, ( How's this for some AWESOME wank? )

can i dribble shit, or can i dribble shit!
well, giving them what they want to hear is the point right?

now to start prepping for my interview on the 30th....

til next....
~Kits~ (oh crap, now i've got to get hold of 'business attire')

edit:

git_phuqd has struck again with a sweet letter to santa. for anyone with a twisted mind, it's not a sexual thing about wanting to get into santa's pants. it's about wanting to give santa a cuddle of appreciation.

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squeeeee!!!!!!!!

i have my coles instore orientation tomorrow!

i start work this week!

squeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!

til next....
~Kits~

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the hunter, not the hunted

enter the fox hunt

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when the penguin spills, the penguin spills. the pelican was gobsmacked

the penguin was, for the first time, stuck for words. the pelican, however, was not.

the penguin drafts a note of condolence to the pelican.

whether it was believed or not, the penguin apologised to the pelican and squirrel

whenever there's a problem, the penguin could always ask the pelican, never the squirrel

well, the penguin had to do something about the pelican. the squirrel has spoken.

well, given the relationship betwixt the squirrel and the penguin, are you surprised by the pelican

so, the pelican moved in on the penguin, but i'm not sure what the squirrel is going to do about it

and wait til they read about the penguin and the squirrel up here....

hmm... some interesting candidates so far.

well, applications are in, now for the sorting process...

time to retire some old friends and hire some new ones: watch this space, it's up for rent.

overcome by turtle, the bunny stared longingly at the retreating form of the elephant

while things looked a little turtle, the elephant tried to console the bunny

when the bunny's all tied up, there's nothing for the elephant to do.

if elephants could turtle, would that make the bunny redunant?

well, just when the elephant thought it was all turtle, the bunny throws a curve ball.

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all you need is turtle, sang the bunny to the elephant

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