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Mount St Justin
Oct. 7th, 2004 12:49 amSomewhere on Sydney's Northern Beaches, a plume of smoke & ash is rising, indicating that an eruption is imminent.
Today was not a good day. This week has not been a good week. Tonight, therefore, was not a comfortable night. I've been out to see the latest trendy/funky/r'n'b/soul/acid jazz sensation - the Hands at the Marquee club & just didn't have as good a time as expected. The music was competent, if a little self-indulgent at times... but what funk band isn't??. Great moments & some not so exciting ones. All in all, par for the course. Met up with Liz's newest friends at the gig, but didn't feel like socialising much at the start of the night - plus I hate meeting new people when I can't hear their names properly because James Brown is playing too loud through the PA.
Eventually I joined the group, after a red wine therapy session at the bar, but just couldn't get into things...
I hate it when I can't leave work problems at work. Basically it's been the same old shit I've complained about before, only more of it & now it's combined with money problems. I'm owed 2 months worth of commission, which should add up to a couple of thousand dollars. I already know that if I ask for it, there'll be a ready made excuse to not give me the full amount - bullshit that's not worth going into here - & if I don't say anything, then I'll never see it, or this months amount either, probably.
Plus, I'm waiting to hear from some people I had an interview with last week, for a new job with a lot more money. A friend of mine set it up for me & tells me that the first interview went well & I should be up for a second one. So why haven't they called me & why won't the person concerned answer my calls & messages??
Blah, blah, blah... bugger this... I'm off to bed.
Today was not a good day. This week has not been a good week. Tonight, therefore, was not a comfortable night. I've been out to see the latest trendy/funky/r'n'b/soul/acid jazz sensation - the Hands at the Marquee club & just didn't have as good a time as expected. The music was competent, if a little self-indulgent at times... but what funk band isn't??. Great moments & some not so exciting ones. All in all, par for the course. Met up with Liz's newest friends at the gig, but didn't feel like socialising much at the start of the night - plus I hate meeting new people when I can't hear their names properly because James Brown is playing too loud through the PA.
Eventually I joined the group, after a red wine therapy session at the bar, but just couldn't get into things...
I hate it when I can't leave work problems at work. Basically it's been the same old shit I've complained about before, only more of it & now it's combined with money problems. I'm owed 2 months worth of commission, which should add up to a couple of thousand dollars. I already know that if I ask for it, there'll be a ready made excuse to not give me the full amount - bullshit that's not worth going into here - & if I don't say anything, then I'll never see it, or this months amount either, probably.
Plus, I'm waiting to hear from some people I had an interview with last week, for a new job with a lot more money. A friend of mine set it up for me & tells me that the first interview went well & I should be up for a second one. So why haven't they called me & why won't the person concerned answer my calls & messages??
Blah, blah, blah... bugger this... I'm off to bed.
