It's over nine thousaaaaaaaand!

 

My power level or body count? You decide.

 

Whole shitload of news for you lucky, lucky folks. I spoil you rotten, don't I?

 

Let's see now. About two weeks after my previous post, I finally found a new place to slack off and earn money - one of the local pawn shops, in this case a Cash Converters. Apparently the position was originally for a part-time casual in the big-arse warehouse out the back, manhandling televisions like a manly man and such. It is of the opinion however that I either impressed the boss during the interview or he was desperate, because he asked me to come in on the following Saturday - oops I mean Caturday - and do a four-hour trial with them as a salesman, just to see how I'd fare.

 

I discovered I have a scary knack for talking people into buying stuff they have absolutely zero use for.

 

Skipping about two month's worth of info, I've had the job for about two months. Yeah, you saw that one coming. In that time I've earned two bonuses, sold over twenty thousand dollars worth of gear and smashed my predecessor's work ethic to measly bleeding pieces.

 

To say I am chuffed is the understatement of the fucking year.

 

It's a great job and more importantly, it pays well - like about $570 a week AFTER tax, and that's if I don't make any bonuses at all. It's not bad considering the other jobs I've had.

 

So yeah. I deal with nice people who come to buy things and want help or advice on what to buy or what to do with it.

 

More often than not, I deal with complete and utter retards without two brain cells to rub together who think that if they persist long enough we'll give them whatever they want.

 

Then I go out to the warehouse, sit down with the rest of the staff, and we get smashed while pissing ourselves lauging at said morons.

 

I have personally prank-called no less than twelve telemarketers in the last two weeks.

 

I love my job.

 

Sai got me a fantastic birthday present. She had bought this pretty floral box; and while trying to drop a hint about its contents she accidentally gave one a little too easy. Birthday lingerie for this kitty, lucky me!

 

Not. The evil woman completely conned me.

 

Instead of sexy nightwear, she had bought for me a brand-new, black DS Lite.

 

I was kinda torn between being overjoyed at the awesome gift or sulky because she tricked me.

 

Oh and speaking of Sai -

 

 - Warning, big news ahead -

 

We finally got our house.

 

It's a big three-bedroom in one of the nicer suburbs, complete with air conditioning and spa. It currently contains myself and Sai; and as my good fortune would have it, Diss and her boyfriend Simon.

 

We actually only moved in a little over a week ago; hence my extended absence. I've been busy packing things away; from my books and sketches to my dagger set and evidence locker.

 

Sadly, I had to leave my beloved orange mutant behind. He was really more Brian's cat anyway; and on top of that he probably would have started attacking Diss's cat Wattle; simply because he's a furry little jerk. So he's staying with Brian and Rastus and hopefully driving them both bonkers.

 

Anyhow, I'm going to get going because my beautiful beloved will be home soon, and we have dead cow that cries out to be devoured.

 

Sorry for the lack of posts; I'll try to post a little more often now that our internet has been restored, for the time being at least.

 

Failing that I'll just kil some poor bastard and write the update into the letter I send to the police and thereby get it published in the local newspaper. Sneaky, huh?

 

And don't laugh, because I'm not joking.

 

Aw, of course I am.

 

Aren't I?