Right, there’s this house I drive past all the time on my way home, I used to know someone who lived there and it got sold, the buyers of this house shit me to tears. Only because they have no god damn curtains/blinds/lace/blankets that look really bad but some people put them up on their new home until there curtains are made/delivered/whatever, but oh my dear lord I know the inside and outside of this house because every night we come home there’s big uncovered windows with lights on and a perfect view of everything. It’s just like there asking to get stalked/broken into. Every time we drive past, I clench my fist in frustration! and tell Andrew either a. I’m going to buy them some fucking curtains or b. I’m going to write a note and leave it in there letter box telling them to get some god damn curtains! Why would you want people looking into your home?
Anyway, in other news I had a job interview today, in Melbourne how’s how I’ve been looking for jobs in this shit hole town and have heard next to nothing back from the positions, and then I decide to look in Melbourne thinking ‘eh, might as well try’ so I apply for this position and an hour later I get a phone call from a very enthusiastic HR manager for an interview tomorrow (tomorrow being today). The interview went well, originally it was reception at a call center but I had also applied for a ‘telemarketer’ position(for the same company) if I fail at reception, he was explaining the business hour shift I was applying for was full, but he wants to see if he can get me onto a already running campaign, which I was good with, I’m not saying no to $20-25 p/h it’s like between 5-10 more than the shitty bowling alley and I was running that by myself. So that’s pretty much it. Got home and bummed, went to Nanna’s for tea very mediocre mood there everyone was just tired & half asleep, home now going to either read or watch a movie, I have a very exciting life. Seems that all the entertainment in this town involves drinking and to be honest I’m over it, coming back from these amazing sydney/adelaide clubs to ballarat’s 21 arms is well quite frankly depressing. Tomorrow I’m going to re arrange my room, hit up my sewing machine and make stuff. How cool would it be to make a magazine full of stuff you made handed it around for people to take orders from, you know like Avon except for yourself, I could deal with that.
I might blog again later, I don’t think I’m going to get much sleep.
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