I worked at D today and man I COULD NOT BE FUCKED. Within the last minutes of arriving at work, I was skipping furiously through the hip hop songs on my ipod. I needed something to inspire me today so I can feel better about going to work. I needed something to think about, I needed meaning to my life and then it came.
'Why do bad things happen? It's because life is a constant battle between good and bad'
I dont want to elaborate on how lazy I was today in case I'll get in trouble. There is so much I want to say about my work places that I cannot say here for their privacy reasons. I think I need to create a journal just dedicated to it. But damn, wouldn't you like to know?
I always have fun at D. I love the people I work with and the occasional shit customer. Ugh. They are so rude to you at the beginning and its soooooo good when they come up to you, eyes begging for your assistance. Beg bitch because I ain't helping you otherwise. In fact, I'm totally gonna ignore you I dont care you fucking cunt. It's the sales assistant vs. customers and although the customers almost always get their way (e.g. taking complaints up to higher management) it is initially a fight between 1 (customer) to 15 (team members) and we go into the reserves where you cant hear us and bitch the brown shit out of you. Its kinda intimidating when most sale assistants ignore you for what you've done.
I met a friends boyfriend today. He didnt understand the concept of shoe collecting. 'Is it something like, stamp collecting?'
Yes, friend.
Thursday I worked at Southwharf and bagged me up two pairs of shoes. Southwharf's a fucking bitch to get to via public transport. Takes me about 1 hour. Dont do it. I been spending so much lately that I feel its pointless to stop myself. Why? I've already gone this far, why not another step? It's like, murdering someone. You may hide the body, why not? You're already in trouble. And then you take a further step and think, why not cut the body up? It will making hiding the body easier. Then you think...
Okay. Enough about that.
I arrived home about 7:30pm that night after sleeping on the train home and waking up only to stop myself from drooling and to get off at the right train stop. I took a shower and went straight to sleep with very wet hair. That was just before 8pm.
I heard sleeping with wet hair gives you head aches and bad dreams. I had a bad dream. I was alone in the ghetto streets of Old Manila, Philippines. I was wearing a short skirt and singlet, waaay to exposed for a foreigner like me. I'd get raped. I needed to get home except I didnt find the streets familiar. Everyone was looking and talking quietly about me as I walked. I came to a public transport station and lined up at a train ride for kids. The guy spoke to me in tagalog, do you want to ride this? I shook my head, afraid to comfirm that I was a foreigner by speaking english, and pointed to the taxi's. She wants to pay, a stranger lady said. I believe she was helping me out. The man said, if you want to pay for a taxi, go over there to the taxi driver. I looked from the man to the lady to the taxi driver. At that point I wanted to cry because I didnt know who to trust, which path to take that would not get me raped. I woke up suddenly with my heart beating so fast. I couldnt get back to sleep til about 45 minutes after that. I rarely have ad dreams, even more rarely wake up to them. What is my subconscious trying to tell me? Tell me!!
I woke up on Friday morning at 11am only because Phuong called me. That was an epic 15 hours of sleep. I woke up refreshed as fuck, not tired or groggy at all! I think I needed that. I was to have fish and chips and cider for breakfast in Kealba. I wasn't really feeling the cider that early in the morning after that much sleep. My petrol light is flashing because I am almost at the empty mark. Commooon just a little bit further!!
Home Alone. Nuggets for dinner
Asos gear: Orange jogger pants and navy crop top
Ishka snake necklace
I get checked for I.D. as usual. As usual they dont believe the person in the photo is me. I change too much. I show my bank card to prove the bank card, and every other card in my wallet matched the name on my drivers license.
Ferdydurke is by the same management team that do Section 8. It was their opening night and I fucking loved the place. So much potential and I'm happy I got to see it before, in a few weeks time, I'll be disappointed for not being allowed in. It's a tiny tiny space and even on the opening night when it wasnt even full house, there was lines outside. They didnt even send out the advertising. James said the bar wasnt furnished completely.
I can imagine the existing building presented a lot of architectural restrictions. I saw this with the oddly shaped and placed windows and new brick work connected to the old brick work. Timber walls and window sills, yellow lighting, collaged street wall art, real plants, candle light and a glass staircase landing so the bottom floor people can see up at girl's skirts. Dirty Joe. This place is going to be massive.
I met Ren the manager, served by real friendly and smiling-for-no-reason staff and got to see the Jwowers again. I thank the long blonde haired bartender who looked like Joel for making my drink pretty. I meet quiet a few randoms and friends of friends. People were saying they liked my style and one girl, Chantelle, said 'you're rockin' it guurrrrl' as we danced on the floor. I got so many compliments that night I was sincerely embarrassed and dumbfounded for words.
I'm getting used to paying for alcohol since I have no bartender connections anymore. I must make new ones. I'm happy to make Ferdy the new jwow. I drank a total of 8 standard drinks and I felt tipsy for a few moments the most. I didnt get to the level I wanted even though I was mixing heavily. Damn you liver. Why do you work so well.
We went to Noodle Kingdom, Swanston, which has recently taken the space of the old club x joint (yuck) for dumplings. I had about three and felt like vomiting. I washed it with beer. There was a lot of beer swapping and beer pouring into other people's bottles and I felt like vomiting even more. They didnt bring out two of our dishes, which worked out for us because we didnt want it anyway. I checked that they didnt charge us on the bill which they didnt, but they did charge us for chinese tea that no one ordered. DODGEY.
We went back to Ferdy which I left prematurely to Red Hummingbird to meet up with my sister. We smiled at each other, hugged each other and took photos with each other to the extent that made Dave say 'you guys live together but its like you're never gonna see each other again'. Just take the photo! >=[
Blue Diamond,
123 Queens Street, Melbourne
This joint is 15 levels up from ground and the views were pleasant. The guy at the door tried to jib us by trying to get us to pay entry fee. We didnt need to because entry before 8pm was free. We took the lift up. The place was everythng I wanted jwow to be. Red carpet, red yellow lighting, art deco cocktail framed images on the wall.. there was a live band and the bartenders wore white shirts, vests and suspenders. In saying that, I wouldnt come to this place again. It was full of 30 year old - 60 year old people. If I was dressed casually Id feel insecure. The young guy at the door was wearing an old mans hat and wore a really cool suit (grey with orange pipe lining) something that only Maliek could pull off.
This is the kinda place where the bitchy old lady/customer from today would go and sip wine by herself and wait for a rich mafia boss to sweep her off her feet.
There were a young group of top shit girls next to me. They asked the bartender if they served ABC shots. Really?? You think a place like this would do shots? And you think they would do ABC shots??? ABC shots are for people who wanna get fucked up fast and cheap. I turned my head to see what kind of people asked for them. Yep. I could have guessed.
Lions Hotel,
Melbourne Central, Melbourne
This place has NOT changed. Even the security guards and owners are the same as five years ago when I first started coming here. I cant believe how this place has stayed the same. Its a young uni crowd, tshirts jeans, sneakers, kids getting thrown out of the place, bartenders in shorts so short you can make our the bum cheek, older men with greasy hair perving on the young girls.. It was packed as fuck and I felt like suffocating inside trying to look for my friends. Vman hated this place. He's always hated it. He wanted to leave asap because the place and people had pissed him off. A dramatic change of atmosphere from Blue Diamond.
