watching: uhh...the screen
mood: meh...ok, i suppose
listening to: clockstoppers, it's some dumb show my bro's watching in tv in the lounge room

Drama, drama, drama

Ok, so I wake up this morning to the phone ringing, which really sucks, I like waking up to sunshine and birds singing and all that shit, If it's 7:30 in the morning and there's not much sunlight and the birds don't happen to feel like singing and I haven't had much sleep cos I couldn't sleep the night b4 until, like, 2am and I have pms, then don't even think about waking me up by calling me, but that's exactly what happened. Turned out it was my aunty and my dad answered the phone b4 me, so I didn't really think much of it. So, I go back to sleep and I'm all snuggled and warm and comfy with my 3 pillows and blanket and I'm snoozing away and the phone rings again, this time at like 9:30. So I try to put on a happy voice and it's my aunty again, telling me that she needs to talk to my mum urgently and that my dad couldn't reach her on her mobile number (my mum starts work at 7am, poor her). So she asks me if I can WALK to her work to tell her to call my aunty. Me, well, I have a better idea ofcourse. I say, "dw about it aunty G, I'll call her on her work number", I'm a genuis aren't I? So, I have no idea what's going on, cos lets face it, it's 9:30 in the morning and I don't really give a shit about too much yet, so I call my mum and tell her that something's going on and she needs to call her sis right away. So, the rest of the morning continues on pretty uneventfully. My dad gets home and by then, I've had a shower and had something to eat and checked my email, and taken some painkillers, so everything's a'ok, so I'm actually pretty curious by that stage (btw, bout 10:30am is when my curiousity really begins to kick in), so I ask him what the hell is going on. Turns out, my evil step-grandmother passed away in England this morning...So, actually, I'm kinda confused. Should I feel bad cos she died and should I cry and be al upset? I mean, this is the person who hardly acknowledged my existence for the past 18 years. When I was a newborn baby, she made me sleep in a drawer when we went to visit them, she didn't borrow a crib or buy one for me to sleep in, she tipped out all the clothes in one of her drawers and said, "here, she can sleep in this". That is quite strange. This is also the woman who pretended that she was my mother's natural mother, for god sake, my mum found out her real mother died when she looked through her file, wich had been left on the desk of the head teacher of her boarding school. This woman hated children, unless they were her own, my mum thought she just had a mother who didn't like her very much. So, I'm wondering how my mother is dealing with this news, she's still at work, I shall ask her when she gets home in a couple of hours.

Brad

Sooo.....it's been *counts* 2 1/2 days and counting since Brad and I have actually had a conversation that's lasted longer than 10 minutes. That is tragically sad, considering how it used to be. I don't feel like I'm part of his life anymore, I don't feel like I can talk to him about stuff that is going on in my life, things have change so much and it hurts. I need a biiiigg hug from him and I need him to tell me that everything will be ok and that he wants to call me tonight. It prolly won't happen though. *sighs* UGH! Ok, enough about him.

Work

Ugh, yucky pms is coming back. Anyway, ok, I went to work last night and Michael, my boss, was the manager on duty. It went alright, one lil thing happened though that I really didn’t like. There was this table that wanted to order a kids meal, but they wanted it with baked sweet potato, instead of fries, which they can do, it just costs extra. But, instead of charging them $1.50 for it, like I was meanta, I accidentally charged them $3.75, I made it like it was a side, instead of just an exchange. Anyway, ofcourse when they got their bill, they complained about it, cos I accidentally charged them extra, so I told Michael and he said, “give me half a minute to change it and then you can print them a new one”. So, I wait like 3 or 4 minutes, just incase and I check the bill and I see that he’s put on the $1.50 one, so I just printed it, I didn’t notice that he hadn’t taken off the other one, so they give me their credit card and I charge it and everything, and he comes flyyyying out of the office, into the restaurant and he’s like, “Katrina! What are you doing, don’t touch the computer until it’s done, I’ll tell you when it’s done” and I’m like, “uh oops...”…see, he didn’t notice that I’d already charged them…so then I hadda follow him back to his office and explain what had happened and he went off at me and called me an idiot, etc. But hellooooo, why didn’t he take the more expensive one off first and then put on the other one?? And why didn’t he do it in half the minute he said he’d do it in and why didn’t he do them both at the same time?? Ofcourse, because I didn’t check the bill first and I didn’t wait for him to tell me it was done, it was my fault and I had to take the blame. So he goes and tells the guests and makes me out to be a total idiot, sheesh…it was solved pretty easy, we just gave em $3.75 in cash, to make up for overcharging them. Stupid wanker, over exaggerates everything and over reacts to everything. But apart from that, everything was alright.

Australia Day

We have this over rated public holiday every year called Australia Day. I usually don’t pay too much attention to it, but this year it should be pretty good. We have this flyball competition that my dog, Sasha is competing in, down in Canberra and Cleo’s going to be there, cos Glen and Leoney are taking their 2 dogs, the male whom is going to be competing in Sasha’s team too, the female AND all 6 puppies. So, since I’m not doing anything in the competition, I’m gonna help Glen look after the puppies all day, it’ll be soo cool. They’re really cute, they’re 5 weeks old, I can’t wait until I get Cleo. So that’s happening next Wednesday, I have to get up at 3:45am though, ugh! I don’t know how I’m gonna do it, I’m gonna need to try to get to sleep early, which could be near impossible, considering how I’ve been unable to sleep lately. For me, the worst part of the day is 12pm-1:30 or 2am in the morning. That’s the time when I feel most alone, the lights are out in my room, I’m all by myself, trying to sleep and thoughts plague my mind and drive me to insomnia…It’s enough to drive somebody insane. It’s also one of the reasons why I like Brad to call me late at night. If he calls me at 10:30pm, then we talk till 1:30 or 2am and I go to sleep happy and smiling and tired and I don’t think about all the shit stuff in my life, everything feels good. Unfortunately, his phone calls are few and far between, lately.

Conclusion

So that’s everything that’s going on in my head right now, some of it’s good, some of it’s ok and some of it’s bad, I’m hoping that maybe soon, some of the bad stuff will fade away and I’ll be left with happy thoughts.

hmm well that would be weird finding out that your mother actually isn't your real mother...doesn't sound like she's worth crying over...your boss is a dick, you should find a new job...with Brad, well you know how i feel on that...Austrailia Day...some kind of independence day?...sounds fun but 3:45 am wouldn't work with me
» Kollin6618 on 2005-01-21 07:27:05

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