Let there be light in Stuff

  • June 25, 2016, 4:29 a.m.
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I can’t believe how fast this work-week seems to be going. Definitely not complaining. A lot to do as usual. It just seems like the work-day is over before I know it. It’s awesome. One day to go and then it’s my weekend again.
I fixed up all the stock in the security room. Man it looks like a bomb went off in there. There’s a lot of make-up in there that looks like it’s been there forever. I commented to the store manager that some of it is probably out of date, and he was like, “Does make-up go out of date?” and I said, “Yeah.”
He goes, “How do you know that?”
I said, “Because I’m gay.”
He laughed and said he must be the worst gay guy ever.

I can’t turn the lights on in my bedroom anymore, which makes getting up for work at 4am twice a week fun. I attempted to turn them on yesterday, and there was an explosion, a bright spark and all the lights in the house went out.
I went to the fuse box and sure enough, the light fuse had tripped. I switched it back on, and attempted to turn my light on again, but the same thing happened. This time I could smell smoke. I’m not risking it again, because the damn house could burn down!
I’ve had one broken light fitting for quite some time now, and it hasn’t caused any issues until now. I’ve been surviving okay on my other three lights.
Of course my TV remote decides to stop working as well, so I can’t even use my TV in my room as provided light. I’m hoping that’s just the batteries though and I bought some more today at work.
I messaged my landlord, who lives in England, and said it’s pretty shit that I now no longer have a fan OR any lights in my room. I haven’t been paying rent for this long to put up with this.
Initially he sent a message saying “Use a lamp and a floor fan” (Yeah, RIGHT! lol) but followed it up with, “I’ll get onto it ASAP”. He was bitching that this happened on a weekend and an electrician would be more expensive, but I told him that I’m working all weekend anyway, so hopefully an electrician will be out to fix it on Monday. Which is a bit annoying that I now have to stay home and wait for someone to arrive all day. And knowing tradies, they won’t show up at all. Ergh.

I had to laugh at work today. One of my workmates is a straight guy who is in touch with his feminine side. He loaned me a DVD of his called “The Best Of Me” which is Nicholas Sparks novel-turned-movie, similar to ‘The Notebook’, which I do have on DVD. I watched it last weekend and was gonna give it back to him today, but he took off before I could. Anyway, today he was talking about how hard it is to pull out when he’s fucking a chick, or even blowjobs. I was agreeing with him, but I couldn’t relate to what it’s like with a chick. He goes, “Any sphincter!”
I had to wonder, I don’t think there’d be much difference between male and female sphincters haha, maybe just the location of where the ‘G’-spot is once inside. This conversation went on for a while, us talking about why chicks don’t like cum and how much of a waste that is lol.
The whole time, one of our female workmates is laughing at our conversation. He was like (to her), “You’re the type of chick I’d introduce to my mum.”
Then he mimicked what he’d say to his mum, “Hey guess what mum? She swallows!”
LOL.

Fuck it’s cold. Especially today. Walking to work this morning, there were leaves strewn everywhere, tree branches snapped off on the ground. I could hear the wind howling down my street and in my bedroom window last night, so I closed the blinds. Somehow I remembered not to turn the light on this morning, but then out of habit I flicked it on twice, before quickly remembering what happened before and flicking it off again before the fuse trips. Phew.
I’d like some light back please. I’m pretty much living in the lounge-room when I’m not asleep and have put one of my phone chargers out here since I had some spares anyway.

I need to find some socks, since I still haven’t found any slippers that I like. My feet are freezing!


Last updated June 25, 2016


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