mingers really get on my nerves. we played some at pool the other night there. and they were gross. not only did they make comments about myself and my friends when we were taking our shots, but they were physically very unattractive, but acting like they were the shit. wasn't my gut hanging all over the table sweetheart [in a singlet from target no less]. made the winning all the sweeter.
anyway, things are ok here apart from some of the lame characters you meet on your average night in sydney at the pub. it's been a fairly quiet week, no beer for me for a while either so i think i've probably lost about 60 kilos and am now a shadow of my former self. i did drink vodka in the afternoon on my only day off this fortnight [on my own no less, a bit sad]. what's to do when you've a third of a bottle of absolut kicking around?
it's also been the week for weird customers. one woman farted quite audibly in front of me at work the other day there and didn't even bat an eyelid. hello! i heard you! then we have one customer who refuses to leave when we close, and you have to follow them around till you're basically yelling at them, only to have them hide in the lift or something. i swear the older i get the less patience i have for people. maybe need to rethink the customer aspect of my career...
speaking of older i turned 26 this week, so chalk another year up on the board. it seems like 26 will be a totally lame age, kind of in transit between your early twenties and the downward spiral that i'm sure my thirties will be. sparks all sorts of internal debate about when i plan on growing up etc. etc. i'm not any further forward at the moment than i was 10 years ago so it's slightly daunting. when do you stop being young and interesting, with the emphasis on the young?
