Okay okay, I know I haven’t written in this thing for close a year. What can I say, I guess I must have gotten bored. Mercy knows I’m not exactly writing this thing for the readers….

 

Okay, so there’s a fair bit to update on… let’s see now. I no longer work at Cashies…. Fun job but the politics involved were ridiculous; and to the point that I won employee of the month for insane customer service and merchandising and four weeks later my job was being threatened because I was apparently the most useless worker ever. So instead of putting myself out any further to help out I went no screw you all and quit. It’s a shame too because I really did like working there…. I’d made friends out off all the staff and the more hare-brained customers turned out to be more of an amusement than anything else. Just a pity the store owner didn’t have more than a handful of brain cells to rub together… he WAS just as nice as everyone else, I’ll give him that; but the man has absolutely no clue what goes on in the building he owns – and when he’s supposed to be managing it that’s a serious problem. So rather than let that ignorance hinder me, as I said, I resigned.

 

“But Neko, you rambunctious scallywag!” you exclaim, “How else are you to procure the money for your bills that your good looks and charm cannot get you?” Don’t worry you flattering bastards, I’ve got that sorted out too.

 

I applied for a job with CSG – they’re a massive IT firm that’s pretty much in EVERY capital city in the country – and their headquarters is in MY city. So I wrote them a cover letter, attached my resume and sent it in, along with a positively glowing reference from my old boss Rebecca (if you’re reading this Bec, I honestly can’t thank you enough for that) and sat at home trying not to nervously eye my liquor cabinet. I got a phone call inviting me to an interview and then for two weeks afterwards I was getting phone updates from them that made me more and more nervous. But – yeah, you guessed it – I got the job I applied for.

 

Funny thing is though, I was aiming for something Desk Support-related – considering the amount of troubleshooting and repairs I’ve done…. But instead I’ve been put in the rather tiny Escalations team. Essentially lower-management.

 

And the best part is, this particular office I am now working in is devoted pretty much entirely to government support. So that’s two bonuses – all the benefits of a government employee without the angry mobs; and not only do I think that this city is being run by total morons, now I have proof to back it up.

 

Get it, “back it up”? That’s a computer joke. You should write that one down.

 

But yeah, new job is going swimmingly. Granted at this time of year there’s not a whole lot of work – I get all my stuff done before lunch and spend the rest of my day being paid to read The Night Watch and spinning around on my chair. But it’s actually a pretty good method of training… four hours of doing whatever the hell you want is quite a carrot to dangle in front of this particular jackass. And I suppose there’s no motivation like the prospect of not needing it the entire day….

 

All good jobs need a good vacation though – and considering the overall mental year I’ve had I’ve got that planned out too.

 

Sai and I are going to Melbourne for two weeks – better yet, we’re attending the Midfur convention. Whether or not this means I’m a closet furry or not, I’m not sure – we’re attending mostly because 2 the Ranting Gryphon is one of the guests of honour and I reaaaally want to buy the man a drink. Or ten. After all it’s not every day you get to meet one of your favourite comedians.

 

Plus there’s the whole shopping thing in Melbourne. Also pushing Jehovah’s Witnesses in front of moving trams.

 

In more recent news though, I had a bugger of an evening.

 

As in, got home at like 11:30 from the hospital. Please allow me the pleasure of an explanation, people.

 

I was going to meet Sai at McDonalds for some typical smashed cow, then walk together to our night classes (we’re learning Japanese because we’re both losers). Sora came and got me from work; and then offered to drop me off at the grease merchants directly. But of course apparently the universe felt that I should not imbibe any more pulverised animal products and made us have a car accident.

 

I wonder if this is God’s way of telling me I’m fat. If it is this is my way of telling him to go nail someone to a tree.

 

We were travelling straight on a T-intersection; and some stupid freakin’ retard tried to turn left and down – from the opposite side of the street. Of course, instead of giving way like all the boring law-abiding citizens do, this silly bint instead put her foot down and tried to cut us off – when we’re less than ten metres from the intersection and travelling at about sixty kilometres an hour.

 

Suffice to say she didn’t quite make it.

 

So, twenty minutes later I’m giving a statement to a police officer. Sora is sitting in an ambulance being checked out by paramedics. Sai is checking over Sora, and Silly Bint has still not gotten out of her car; which is now sporting a handsome bashed-in rear left corner. Sora’s car Bakura however has a bashed-in front left corner that is bad enough to render it useless without prior repairs. Sai’s mother Leaf was there with remarkably good timing (and was still trying to command the situation but that’s a story for another day kiddies) and I’m thinking to myself maybe Subway would have been a better option.

 

Naturally, this means that our evening class had to be cancelled. Leaf escorted us home then became promptly offended and near hysterical because Sai accidentally slammed the door of her car shut and so carried on at me for a good five minutes before driving off and profusely apologizing to Sora (I was tempted to ask her what *I* had done to warrant such treatment but I’m not leaving Sai to deal with that woman by herself). We were able to eat something but then Sora began to feel worse so off we go to the ER to make sure she’s okay; Chin meeting us there after I sent her a text message explaining why nobody but a car with a crunched corner was there to keep her company.

 

All in all we FINALLY got home (and got to stay there) at roughly 11:30. Although I’d told Sora she was welcome to borrow MY car for the few days hers would be in repairs (if my family are reading this, do NOT tell my mother. If my mother is reading this, crap), she’s not driving anywhere for a few days. Which for me meant getting up at 5:30 AM to get ready for work – so under six hours sleep.

 

And typically not only did I sleep badly, I managed to cramp up my right leg pretty badly – my bad leg, of course – so now I’m trying not to wince when I walk because limping just doesn’t help.

 

And I’m doing surveys at work today!

 

Brainmellllltiiiiingohgodnoaaaaaarrrrgghhhhhhzzzzzzblble.

 

I don’t know how I’m still smiling. Maybe there’s a comet about to destroy the world and my subconscious is making me grin because it knows it’s there.

 

Man, I shouldn’t make jokes like that. Not while I’m reading The Night Watch.

 

I’mma get going for now because my lunch break is nearly over and I need coffee like the Nine Network needs new ideas. All bomb-making equipment, weaponry, high-class drugs and all other highly-contraband material is to be delivered to my home address and not my business address; considering it’s a government firm they may not appreciate my sense of humour.

 

Or range of land-to-air cruise missiles.

 

Later slater.