June 28, 2002 - 11:36 AM
I'm due for a review at Bitch Reviews soonish. Yay. It's nice to know that there are some reviewing sites that are actually still...like... REVIEWING.
Tip - if you're going to open a review site, at least have the decency to put up a notice if you're going on hiatus, morons. Heh, I'm not nearly as understanding as I was, even though I know there's exams and shit going on for a lot of people. It's fun being 23 (nearly 24) and being able rub it in the faces of students. Mind you, I do wish them luck. *L*
Anyway... I've decided, no more America bashing for a while.
Bugger. It's fun. Americans think they are the be-all and end-all of the world. As Speccie said last night, America is the most generous and pleasant nation to get along with - providing you agree with and do everything they say. Hehe.
Don't hurt me.
I'm back at work today... but I left my bloody medical certificate at home since I was running late (the train was late ANYWAY, typical fucking transport system in Melbourne, if it's too wet, the trains are late/cancelled, if it's too hot, the trains are late/cancelled, if it's a normal day, the trains are late/cancelled, it's pot luck with our system), so I'm probably going to cop it. However, since I DO have a certificate and everyone knows that doctors are no longer allowed to backdate medical certificates, I think it'll be fine. I'll just tell them I'll bring it on Monday.
Speaking of which, if JR makes a fuss about the "medical condition" not being written down on the certificate, I will be telling her she can fuck right off. My medical history is of no importance to her - or at least, it shouldn't be of any importance to her. Last year, after I came back from a week off (because I was truly ill and not just faking it) she said she wanted the doctor to write what was wrong with me.
Pardon? The look that I gave her was enough, but I said "We'll see" in response, but she can go fuck herself sideways with a big bit of 2x4. My "medical conditions", whether fake or real, are my own business, no one elses. And if she makes a fuss about that, I'll tell her where she can get off, and if it means the difference between being employed or un, I'll walk out then and there. So much for the new Privacy Act that came in this year. Seems that people in THIS office don't have any - especially since they open confidential/personal mail before you get it.
The only time I didn't have my mail opened is because RB brought it down as she wanted it to remain a surprise - and she knew that I hated having people open my mail. I mean, the last time I got a present from SK (aka, the plants) for my birthday, the boss read the fucking card before I did, and it was my present!
I love the weather today. It's nice and grey and wet. Finally WET. And I was out in it. I don't mind being out in the rain, especially a rainstorm. I hate the kind of rain that is so light that you get damp and thats it. If I'm going out in the rain, then I wanna get soaked, at least make it worth the effort, ya know?
And my car! I so hate that piece of shit car! The windscreen fogs up if the weather even HINTS at being cold, and now the demisters have decided not to work, so I can't heat the fucking car up. I was basically driving blind this morning. It was scarey. And utterly frustrating. Everything in that car is slowly disintergrating. *sighs* It would cost more than the car is worth to get it fixed, and I SO need a new one. But I cannot afford it, I really can't.
I wish I was anywhere but here at the moment (who doesn't?). My only consolation is that I will be going to the movies tonight with Erica to see that cartoon flick about the horse... "Spirit" I think it's called.
Hang on, when's the soccer on??!?!
SHIT!
*rushes to ask KG who promptly reminds her that the final is on Sunday night and the third place comp is tomorrow [insert huge sigh of relief here]*
So yeah, Speccie, I won't be on tonight to chat until late, so you'll probably be asleep or with Cec *jealous look here* when I get back.
Tiger... if I don't get that email soon, I will personally fly over there and give that thinning butt of yours a good kicking - bad spelling and all.
