Had an odd experience at my work on Friday. See, I work in the admin section of a university, and we get students complaining all day. It’s their sole reason for existing. “I failed my subject. I BLAME YOU!”, “The Coke machine isn’t working. I BLAME YOU!”, and “I’m having a really bad hair day, my shoelaces keep coming undone, I told my boyfriend/girlfriend to fuck off and I didn’t mean it, and I’m really pissed off that Good News Week has moved to Channel 10, and I BLAME YOU IMPLICITLY!” are all phrases hurled at me every day.
So, it almost didn’t surprise me when everyone in the office I worked in recieved personalised hate mail. Basically, it’s a fresh first year student (gotta love them.. hehe) straight out of Year 12 who is expecting Uni to be a breeze. *ahem* Welcome to tertiary studies, mister. This guy sent all of us personalised attacks on how hard his subjects are, and apparently it’s all our fault too. He just rambled on and on about the Uni and how much he hates it, then he goes all psycho and religious and starts ranting that the Wrath of Satan will strike each and every one of the admin staff over a 3 month period. Well, I’m waiting. (I have a headache today – does that count?)
Also, I bought KMFDM’s CD ‘Agogo’ on Friday. It’s worth it if only for the hilarious cover of U2′s ‘Mysterious Ways’. This KMFDM release brings the total number of KMFDM albums released to 401,507. Honest.
Great Issues of the 20th Century #1: How come, whenever I make one of my rare appearances at McDonalds, and I order a drink and a DRINK ONLY, I get asked if I would “like any drinks with that” ?! This has happened THREE TIMES! The world is McMad and I’m the only one who’s sane. Aieee! Or something.
I’ve just returned from a little holiday to Sydney. There’s a possibility I may have a chance to move up there some time in a few years, so I was sorta checking out if I’d like it or not. The most obvious difference between Melbourne (where I live right now) and Sydney to me, was the crime and safety factor. Sydney to me felt far more dangerous than Melbourne, especially later on at night. But I think Sydneysiders would probably feel just as unsafe when they come to visit Melbourne. I mean, they’ve got to deal with tram-dodging, which is a skill that comes to you only after years of near-tram-death experiences.
Somebody in Darling Harbour came up to me and gave me a hug because she said I looked like I ‘needed one’. This lead me to raise all sorts of questions about my public appearance.
I took lots of photos, including some of me at that crap Sega World thing. If you ever go to Sega World, I recommend going under the influence of something (like I did). Not only will virtual reality be much more fun, you’ll also laugh your head off whenever you see a picture of Sonic the Hedgehog.
By the way, if you plan on putting a Melbourne public transport ticket in a Sydney ticket machine, don’t. I did it, and it makes the automatic gates open and close continuously, and they don’t stop. My doing this attracted the attention of a nearby police guard, who sorta chased me for a bit around Town Hall station, but gave up. There’s a lesson to be learnt here and I’m not sure what it is. Maybe it is that Melbourne’s Metcard system is being rejected by absolutely everyone and everything. Even the machines themselves (Sydney or Melbourne!). I guess all we can do is hope that the m*llenium (that’s a new curse word, by the way) bug strikes down Metcard.
I’ll tell you something I do love. Love rather perversely, in fact. I’m suffering from a disease. For the very first time in my life I am sexually attracted to a cartoon character. It’s the corporate logo of One-Tel, or, for those in the know, ‘The Dude’. I’ve been giving the staff at One-Tel absolute hell, they’re trying to organise to get a giant cardboard cutout of The Dude to be sent to me. It’s so funny… this started off as a joke and probably has gone too far, but what the hell! It’s not like I’m going to cut out holes of the cardboard cutout or anything. *cough* No, honest.