Day 1

when i typed in Day 1 it came up with like, Day 17-something.. with the auto full thing.

It was kind of encouraging.

I've done over 175 days of this. I can do 90-odd.

i've had heaps of time to come to terms with this whole thing.

it's become the norm, sadly enough.

so why do i feel so down?

(for those who can't handle rhetoric, it's because it's human nature to feel disappointment, to resent failure, to rebel against punishment. I also feel the need to make the point that my license is not the only thing getting me down at the moment. don't ask why that's important to say. it just is.)

So.

there's this little bit of graffiti that seems to be everywhere around carlton. it's like a ninja head. but just the eyes and the scarf covering the forehead. there are three in my workplace, one on the dumpster and two on this concrete wall next to our outside tables.

i wonder who or what the public will hate with mindless abandon now that there won't be any Connex.

the tram doors shut on me today. After I realised the driver was generally super impatient at every stop so i didn't feel bad about it. i wasn't slow, he was just overly eager. i did push the doors back open, superwoman style, so i guess the satisfaction from that makes up for the indignation.

I hate customers. Not really. I hate stupid customers.

I had this one lady today who got a salad and a focaccia. We give the salads out straight away and take out the bread units to the table.. so i say to her when i give her the table number, "i'll get you your salad now, but here's a number for the focaccia" and she nods and smiles. Okay. I tell her how much, she pays... i say, "here's your change, i'll just get your salad for you" she nods and smiles, takes her change. I have a feeling she has no idea and sure enough, i go over to get the bowl and off she goes, out the door.

What are they, functionally retarded?

On coffee, I call out "number 52!" and i'm not whispering.

The guy standing directly in front of the counter looks at the coffees with a blank look on his face, consults the docket in his hand, the docket on the coffee (both of which read with the number 52) then looks up at me and says, "52?" Grahhhh.

___playlist.

Bonkers - Dizzee Rascal

Gifted (Aston Shuffle Remix) - NASA ft Kanye, Santogold & Lykee Li

Saturate - Chemical Brothers

When Love Takes Over - David Guetta ft Kelly Rowland

Listen To Your Friends - New Found Glory

Weightless - All Time Low

So Human - Lady Sovereign

Don't Upset the Rhythm - The Noisettes

___goal

Sleep for ten hours in a row before Tuesday.

___quote(s) on solitude.

There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall. ~Colette

I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion. ~Henry David Thoreau

Solitude never hurt anyone. Emily Dickinson lived alone, and she wrote some of the most beautiful poetry the world has ever known... then went crazy as a loon. ~Lisa Simpson

In conclusion, today was a 'beat your head against the wall' day.

No.

Actually, it was more of a 'stare at the wall dejectedly' day.

I could whinge for ages but I won't.

It's not productive.

I'm going to pull the covers over my head and wait for tomorrow.