Time passes so quickly, yet I ask myself, 3 months have passed since some dear person wanted space. I fuked up, I gave it, three months passes and still no response, consideration, nothing. Fact 1 - I'm getting to the point where I wonder if I should just call and find out the truth because, things came seriously to a head. Now almost half a year has come and gone again, I am wanting to call, though I am a little worried that the cops thing is going to be called on me. I risked almst everything thus far. So why the hell no, like I have nothing left to lose but my life. I'm a little scared, yet I'm unafraid, though I wanted to initiate a move, but the ball ain't in my court no more. I took a risk by doing what I did. Okay. I miss someone so much, silly thing may ensue. What I risk is finite, and if things work well, the net value of this is worth more than the wieght of diamonds and gold the world can offer. Great, now I dug a deep hole, deeper than that which reches to the dark side of the moon.

Could one see that I am waiting for an answer, you told me something, and I am waiting for an answer. Whatever the answer maybe I am yet to hear a sqeek or response. Leave a msg after the tone.

 

Okay 2 weeks have seriously passed, and I'm on th brink of dying from exhaustion. This isn't any good, I'm a little peeved off. Fristly work, angry customers, not just one or two, truck loads. I'm getting to the point where I want to just say, we all have some issues, so deal with it, but that isn't about to solve the porblems. I have already worked 2 weeks, nearly 3, and yet I have nothing in my pay packet to show I have done any work. In theoretical sense I have worked for $0.00. It's wonderful. I'm going to be broke... sometime soon. Now someone remind me why I applied to be a Telstra Shop Representative? and Tell me why again that I am working at Carousel?

 

Second point, Uni and Tafe combined study load. I think I just outdid myself with work, uni and tafe, 3x disaster. I'm slowly passing away through the art of exhaustion. I have caught the cold 2x and it's killing me, so I'm upset and dying, and guess what, I caused it so I have to deal with the mess. No wonder why I am such a dorkus, I overload, complain then blam the workload.

 

Last point... my bike has officially been stolen! I'm pissed off, but I think part of it lies as mine to blame. Oh well. I should be more responsible than than.

 

Another 2 weeks has gone... again

 

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