8:06am, Monday the 16^th of June

Awake enough to begin typing for the day.

And thus begins the new working week. So far it is severely lacking in coffee and cigarettes, but that is nothing that can’t be fixed.

I start this week already overdue on time-recording that was meant to be completed last Friday. And god only knows how behind I am on my WRs. On top of that, I need to organise some doughnuts for the next meeting and start planning for the GCI* Book Club. Fortunately, I know just the right people I need to get this off of the ground, (meanwhile, if you show any kind of enthusiasm in my team, you may as well have the plague!)

Lets chat work later. For now I would like to talk about trains. I am sitting on the train now and enjoying the mind-numbing babble from some uninteresting loudmouths behind me. There is a woman over there on her laptop, also using the same email program I use. I wonder if she also works for GCI? It looks like a XXX which is a few models higher than mine. There is a most arrogant woman on the other side of the row of me with her bag on the seat so of course, no-one else can sit there. She looks like a total selfish bag. As per usual, lots of people are snoozing, preparing for the day ahead.

Manners today are a thing of the past and when you’re catching trains, it’s a perfect example. Today for instance, I was getting on the train and some woman pushed in front of me, I found that most annoying, so we’re walking into the train and she goes to go upstairs and I head downstairs, all of a sudden she has turned around, I’m assuming its because there were no fully empty seats up there, and she has shoved her way in front of me. Taking the seat I was going to take. It appears that women especially seem to be rude and selfish on trains, but the men are bad too.

Now it is Gen-Y who gets labeled as the rude, selfish, cut-throat, narcissistic types but looking around on this carriage, I’d see about 5 out of about 22 people here are Gen-Y, if that? (including me) And of the rude people I have dealt with already, they would probably both be around Gen-X or above. Actually, unless with good reason, I seem to notice Gen-Y being very polite in general while it is Gen-X and Baby Boomers who are rude, not only to us but to each other. (naturally I am not including middle-easteners)

Right now, my biggest wish, is a hot cappuccino, a cigarette, and some spare time to apply my makeup!

10:03am, Same day

At my desk.

My wish has come true! The coffee has been consumed, the nicotine has been inhaled and the makeup has been applied. I am readily caffeinated, nicotine..ated? And my business face is ON! (if only I could get my hair to all stay in it’s ponytail!)

Time is now all sorted out, and the WR can wait. Now I must venture off into unknown land to create a book club! Naturally I shall be Googleing “How to start a book club”.

And I have the perfect book too! And I seriously recommend it to anyone in the business environment who, like me, is very new-age spiritual (I’m Wiccan actually). Or even anyone who checks their horoscope! It is a must have tool and I have only just penetrated the first few pages. The book is called “Signs Of Success: The Remarkable Power of Business Astrology”

Hmm, lets get to work.

7:14pm, Same Day

Cold at X TAFE

Here I am, visiting Synch at TAFE. I brought my laptop with me as I knew I would be early and would have time to enjoy a cigarette and type in my blog. Unfortunately, because of an unforeseen task landing on my lap, I could not keep the regular updates and now have to do the rest of the day “In Review”

Pretty much, I copped a huge…- hold on, here’s Synch(The Best Friend) , will start typing again soon

7:23am, Tuesday the 17^th of June

On a bus with schoolchildren, needing a coffee

Ok then, after Synch appeared, we chatted for a while, then I went back to my mother’s house, where I could not be fucked typing anymore until I got back from seeing Synch after the end of TAFE. So naturally in a display of perfect timing and annoyance, Synch cons me into going back to his place for the night (pretty much a usual Monday night)

How about I backtrack for a sec. Starting where I left off at 7:14pm last night.

I copped a huge task that involved working with a new program (I was pretty much the beta tester) and it was unpredictable, buggy, missing files and just a general shit. Oh and this task was urgent, meant to of been done days ago but a certain someone didn’t manage to get it done and waited until I had all of only 6 hours to work on it to tell me to do it. Naturally I was rushing all day and not in the best of moods.

Then 2:59pm rocks around and my sister calls up, concerned because our mother was supposed to pick her up but hadn’t, and she couldn’t get a hold of her. I told her to calm down and to leave her number and I would call mother and see if I could get through and call her if I did. She told me not to worry and that she would sort it out. You know, one of those “What if there has been an accident? What if she has been in a car crash or something else bad has happened? Naturally I tried to dismiss it.

About an hour later I get a call from my sister saying that she has been in a car accident (FUCK!). Now if you are wondering about the calm note of this post, it’s cause she’s fine. She just hit a rock and cracked the fuel tank or something and had to spend the night in some country town last night with her boyfriend (who was also in the car). So yeah, no biggie.

Shortly after receiving that call, it was COB time, and the task was most definitely NOT finished. So after some IM’ing, emailing and re-emailing, I finally got something that was up to “His Royal Highness’” standards and I went to get the bus out to one of the houses I sometimes sleep at to pick up my work coat (right now and yesterday I’ve been having to wear a small weekend jacket. Stylish, yet makes me look fat when I wear it with this shirt.) And then! I had a brain flash! Why not call, go over to mother’s house where my sister is alone for the night and probably has no food. So I call her up (and I’m trippin on the phone, yeah? Nah not really.) And I ask if she needs company/supplies. Turns out there was no toothpaste or food for dinner so I offered some company/supplies. Apparently she didn’t need the company but meh. So in my full big-brother glory I turn up with toothpaste and blow money I couldn’t afford to blow on pizza, hahah.

Then I go out to TAFE and visit Synch (refer to above) start typing, go back to mother’s house, go back out to see Synch, and go back to his house (I made sure my sister was all right and honesty, it seems like she was better off without me there, lol)

And now I am here, at a bus stop (have been typing for a while now) and it is now time…..

*GCI = Generic Computer Industry

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7:06pm, Sunday the 15th of June

Low on cigarettes, high on life

In part three of yesterday’s incredible emotional roller coaster, I come out better for it (besides the pissed pants and the puke on my shoes! (not really)).

After I closed my lappy yesterday I went out for a cigarette or two, and called my friend with a teenage-girl-style “Omg the bartender and cute and I’m tipsy, blah blah etc” rambling and then went in, sucked in my inhibitions and started talking to him (after offering to buy him a drink of course, which he turned down for work reasons) I finally managed to get him out for a cigarette.

The next two hours we discovered that we used to live across the road from each other, know lots of the same people, have shit loads in common and make very good compatible friends.

Naturally, swooning my arse off, I casually find out his sexuality and DUN DUN DUNNN! The boy is straight! Some more alcohol, cigarettes and reminiscing happened then it was time for me to go, which came at perfect timing cause his manager turned up. Oh but before I left, he gladly wrote his email down on a coaster for me to take home with me to add him (which I shall do after this post for sure!)

So yes, it went pretty well.

7:15pm, Same day

Still in same state (what would have changed in the last 9 minutes?)

Time to talk about my day. I did a makeup lesson! In which, I learnt how to NOT give my face the flat, pale, dead, Goth-Who-Can’t-Be-Fucked look to a lively, awake and most fuckable look. The eyes are wider and brighter with more attention drawn to them. The cheekbones are present. The colour of my face is healthier than that of a corpse! Definitely worth it! Not saying that I will ever leave behind my thick black eyeliner, mascara and a slash of black lipstick. But weekdays, I look healthy! Nothing supermodel-worthy though.

Speaking of which, last night, I found out that my friend has been signed up with a (n extremely questionable) really good modeling agency! Good for him, the hot bastard cunt. Haha I do joke, he is a stunning boy with the unique features of a god. Also, an insane personality that reciprocates my own. I love that boy, possibly more than I should BUT what can you do?

Tomorrow brings the new working week, and I am not looking forward to it. Although after I get my makeup together and all the girls are checking me out, my mood may change possibly. I am excited though as I will get to keep you updated for the first time on my life in a working week. Which although, I admit, it is not very exciting… it does make a good story once it comes together. I can only hope for a very interesting week.

No self-enlightening questions. No good jokes. No good stories and no super-duper Gen-Y references today. What a kick in the sperm ‘n eggs! Bah, I think I’ll scour the internet for a nice Gen-Y article to interest you with.

7:31pm, Same day

Another cigarette down. I think it is time to start whoring this blog and add this boy.

Catchas laters, skaters

xx

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2:04pm, Saturday the 14th June

Sitting alone in a cocktail bar with a long island iced tea and my laptop

Here I am, sitting alone in a cocktail bar after possible the worst day ever. I had the date, and in the usual internet meet story, it went a little like this.

He turned up, at least 15kg heavier than all of his obviously outdated pictures. Keep in mind that I did offer to buy him lunch.

We sat there talking, with him constantly ridiculing my appearance, after ordering lemonade, a latte and some water…..all at once. What the fuck? So I asked “How many different liquids do you need?” So naturally I get the sleazy look and the “Don’t ask me that.”

His plate arrived, and then by the time mine arrived, he was close to finished. Then when he did, and I was barely through mine, and he sat there humming and hahing because I don’t eat at the speed of light.

And naturally my lack of self esteem got the better of me and I still paid him for the lunch. After being a rude, ugly complete arsehole I STILL paid.

We then walked back to X where I was still working on the project.

Is my self esteem really that low that I must skim from the bottom of the pool via the internet and then when he turns out to be a complete fuckup I still smile and buy him lunch? To deal with that ridicule? To have to drink alone in a cocktail bar? Then again, I smartly offered him a handshake goodbye. No hugs for you, you bastard!

And now I am here, in the cocktail bar. Its on the second floor, with daytime sports on the TV. There is a smokers area outside with tables and shit but I am just fine here. Its nice and middle-lighted with a warm atmosphere and music that makes me feel good. Or maybe that is the alcohol taking hold.

Wow look at the time fly, it has been 12 minutes already. New drink time soon.

Coming here was well worth it though, as I turned up, spent a few minutes looking for the bartender and my god. He is STUNNING. He asked “What do you want?” and I replied “I just had a bad date, I need a drink”

Now I do not get out much, and have never had a cocktail. But today is DEFINITELY the day for my first one. So he talked me through it. (I emphasized I needed a strong one). He suggested the long island iced tea and I was a bit hesitant at the priced(I felt like being a tightarse after paying for a dickweeds lunch). So he shot me a dazzling smile and his bright blue eyes focused on me and he said “I’ll make you a long island iced tea, but I’ll charge you for a X (can’t remember the name) which is much cheaper.

Perhaps he is flirting and trying to get me drunk quick (also he has tricked me into buying a second once I have finished this one) or perhaps it is just wishful thinking. I am not hoping for sex of course, but at least some attention/ a phone number would make me happy.

All in all, my day, in all shitness, feels ok at this point. My first cocktail and first cute bartender, hell my first time drinking at a cocktail bar even.

I am a child dammit! I am a businessman dammit

I am a businessman dammit! I am a child dammit!

Ok, I admit, at 18, Gen-Y, bisexual and possibly any other middle ground you can think of, my life pretty much equals limbo. I guess I am still on the road to finding my path! HA! Now there is some Zen if you ever need it.

Oh god I am not too sure if I should have another, my head is already spinning and I am on my first one! Hahaha. Cocktails and hot bartenders be damned!

Well it is time to wrap up this post, at 3% battery power. I have a new goal: LOVE THYSELF!

And if you never hear from me again, my drink got spiked, and I got raped and murdered ><

Bye!

xx

5am, Saturday the 14th of June

First alarm goes off

5:20am

Second alarm goes off

5:30am

Grandmother calls to wake me

6:07am

Success! I am out of bed.

7:Something

Start typing blog post

I rolled out of bed this morning fighting off a wave of nausea. Stumbling around in a hungover, sleep-deprived fit of angst.

I had been asked to come into work on a Saturday where I gladly agreed to, after all, It is an extra days pay after all. And everyone knows how much us Gen-Y kids love our money.

Unfortunately however, that does involve an early wake up, a waste of a Saturday., A bus trip with a group of four friends behind me entertaining me right now with their silly banter as I am typing this on the bus, an awful cup of takeaway coffee(double shot!) and a bad bad mood.

Fortunately however, I have worked this day into something semi-social with a date at lunch where I will be taking some guy I know from Myspace, Mogenic, MSN and over the mobile out to lunch. By those standards the wedding should be next week!……. or not.

And all this makes me ask myself, to what lengths would I go to, to make money? And would I ever completely separate my social life from work? I could not ever see myself leaving the life of parties, dates, drinking etc, wishing I could go to the teenage Neverland. Yet, society screams “Grow UP!”. It is my right though, as a Gen-Y’er, to remain a teenager forever.

10:13am

Boot up laptop again, wrap up post

So here I am sitting in a conference room on the X floor of building X in X street, doing the X project I was asked to give up my Saturday for. I am anxiously awaiting my date at 12:30 and dying for a smoke. So here is where I wrap up, quickly give to the internet, go downstairs, have a smoke and call some friends and then return to the labour.

Oh and a shoutout to that group on the bus! I think you realise I could hear everything you said.

You were a good looking bunch. And sweetie, I’m not gay. I’m bisexual. You shouldn’t jump to conclusions (She knows what I’m talking about, if she were to ever find this blog). If you were to stumble across it though, drop me a comment. Your friend is cute ;P

Have a nice day.

xx

parasite

noun1.
an animal or plant that lives in or on a host (another animal or
plant); it obtains nourishment from the host without benefiting or
killing the host [ant: host]

parasite – Definitions from Dictionary.com

What a brilliant way to kick off the new blog. A pointless definition that has nothing to do with anything…… But that is where you are wrong.

A blog, like many other things (An Email, a Myspace account, etc) is a cyber-parasite. That is the best way I can describe it.

This electronic creature is born, and is completely dependent on you or me or us for it’s survival. We feed it with information. It grows, it lives off of us. And without us. It withers away and dies. Leaving an non-updated, non-viewed skeleton of a site that no-one cares about or even remembers.

Then again, although these internet-based services are parasitic of us, we are parasitic of the internet itself. We look for a socket, stick our blue absorbing device in and ingest mass amounts of information, waste thousands of hours of time on games, look for ways to make money, chat to friends all day, enjoy the art of pornography everywhere we look, and update our profiles and blogs with that same information we are bombarded with!

So altogether, it is a parasitic circle. We cannot live without the internet. The internet cannot live without us (With the exception of Cybernet. The Terminator Series has warned you!). We coexist together and hell, I love it.

I love you internet!
*hugs computer*

- Thwart Memoirs

xx

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