*YAAAWWWWN*

Gah, I get 4 hours of health and safety training today... How the blooming hell can you make it stretch out for 4 hours?
Raw meat + cooked meat = Bad
Dirty hands + food = Bad
Knives + the general pulic/slippery floors = Bad
It's not that hard!

I don't want to go, because it blows. Mum's at me to hand in my resignation and do something better paid... for which I have to agree that what I'm getting paid at the moment isn't going to be enough to get me to Canada.
But then not getting paid at ALL isn't going to be any better.
Stuck between a rock and an ishy place, really.

Especially when said rock involves so much aimless moving about of milk produce... Sort of becomes stuck between an ishy place and the dairy aisle.

I should go get dressed.
Mum, despite her thoughts on the matter, refuses to actualy help me make a decision about it so... behold the lack of decision-making! Yeeeey!

*sigh*

So you say he divorced his parents...?

She's doing it again... I wish she'd stop DOING that... saying one thing then directly saying its contrary.
I got home to the bloody Spanish Inquisition, though in a far less entertaining way than Michael Palin in a red sheet.
You should quit... but if you stay then you'll have just enough money to get to Canada (just).
But it's crap so you should do something else.
But it's better then doing nothing.
Though if you don't like it you should stop.
But the few weeks between this ending and finding something else could make all the difference between getting there and not getting there.
But if you hand in your resignation now you can be out of there by Monday.
But maybe you should just stay until you find something better and keep applying for other things.
But then again that court job might come up and solve all your problems anyway
Though we haven't heard from them yet and they're taking a very long time to get back to you...

*clutches head* AAAAGH!

OK, semi-executive decision... it blows but I need the money. I'm working tomorrow but only after the store closes so I don't have to wear the manky uniform or the red pin badge.
I forgot to clock in this morning though I did remember to clock out. That could cause some confusion later... oops. I don't really care. I spent the morning making sarcastic answers in my health and safety workbook thinking that we got to keep them. Actually they go in our file, so again oops, but my handwriting is so bad I doubt anyone will actually care OR be able to read it.
Frrrrrrrrrrrrrran really IS an evil Nazi but I haven't yet snapped my heels together, raised my arm and massacred some German at her.
Though it is very tempting.
I'm ever so slightly confused because I seem to be 2 hours short this week but *ah* bugger it. I no longer give a rat's arse.

Now I just need food and a willing slave to do my laundry for me because I'm running out of clothes.


Addition: The Maternal unit just stuck her head round the door and said she now thinks that if I'm not sure I should do nothing at all until I am.

Uh.

Thanks. Great insight there.

Bugger this, I'm gonna' go hog the DVD player for a while. There are some things only Hughage can fix.

Random thoughts again

*runs around in happy happy circles*

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Heard from KAT earlier. Her sister has apparently found me a double CD of Saron Gas with eeeextra bits on! *dies in a happy mush pile*
WOOHOO! it's good to have contacts from other countries... ^___^

The story's a little convoluted and mostly due to my obsessive compulsive nature, but Saron Gas were/are a South African band who now have an American record deal and changed their name to Seether.
I was after their original SA release because I like the mixing better and although I have it on MP3, nicked from KAT's copy, that obsessive compulsive collecting disorder screams that I must have a proper copy ^^;;
So... YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYY!

Now I have to go write nice things to KAT's sister... very nice things...

And work out if and when they're releasing their new album over here... *crosses fingers* Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease