So I was flown over to Sydney a few weeks ago for storm relief work/TA and it’s been pretty interesting. Getting paid a s~~~-tonne of money to be here and the work’s pretty easy so I’ve been living the good life, eating out every night, reading Bukowski in bars over a few drinks (and getting odd looks but what could I care, I’ll do whatever the f~~~ I want while I drink). What makes it even better is, this little nest-egg I’m earning, when I get home it’s all gonna stay in the bank. Nothing to spend, no one to try and take it. Last lot of TA got me out of debt, this lot is future security. F~~~ing stoked.
Anyway, they only told me my work area on the day I flew over so I had no accommodation lined up; consequently I’ve been at a backpackers hostel since arriving. It’s alright here. The beach is across the road. There’s a lot of t~~~ and eye candy walking around in bikinis. Plenty of restaurants and bars. People are pretty f~~~ing inconsiderate sometimes, like late nights coming in drunk and plain just being loud despite other people trying to sleep (sharing a room with 7-8 other people) but for $25 a night I can’t complain. It’s good enough for cheap. All young people with their heads up their asses. I ignore them and they ignore me.
But the women! What c~~~s they can be! Because it’s a beach obviously there’s a lot of good-looking women. Now, I thought maybe east coast women would be a bit different, like I’ve heard they’re a bit more down to earth. B~~~~ to that. Good-looking women, same old egotistical s~~~. Even the tourists. There’s a Swedish bird and a Canadian bird in my room and to paraphrase a conversation I overheard: ‘Ohmigod, I’m glad we met cos you’re so great and I’m so great so let’s go somewhere together and make that place better with our presence’. At least that’s what I got from it. And don’t get me started on the ‘ohmigod’ thing. Every time you pass by conversation in the street it’s pretty much them screeching ‘ohmigod, ohmigod’. F~~~ING OHMIGOD! I don’t know if they know any other words or in due if I’ll ever find a woman who can provide me with a decent conversation ever again. F~~~ing adopted Ameri-trash vocabulary.
They also don’t seem to be able to walk straight sober, or see a foot ahead of them. The amount of times I’ve seen a women or women crossing the road despite the little red man flashing…their egos have grown to include invincibility, apparently. Never a man flaunting the traffic crossings, always women. And me sitting there thinking ‘just bump the bitch! That’ll set her straight!’ You should be able to hit one person in your car each year trouble-free. And the walking in general. No f~~~ing awareness of space, like they’re floating in mid-air on the middle of the sidewalk, flailing and gesticulating, not walking and generally being useless, despite people needing to, you know, actually *walk on by*. You know when you try to pre-empt movements in order to walk around these floaty people? Then when you get to your nice little pre-emptive spot they’re suddenly still in the way cos they’re f~~~ing hopeless? It drives me nuts. That, and I’ll be walking pretty close to the kerb and a big group of vagina will still careen toward me as if there’s still space for me to move on the other side. There’s nothing but traffic. They can avoid cars on that side but obviously other people don’t mean a f~~~ to them. Go figure.
So that’s my rant and catch-up. It’s more funny and entertaining than anything, I’ve long since given up being angry about such things and it makes for interesting people-watching. Have a good one gents, hope you enjoyed the read and I’ll be back to the boards as soon as I have a bit more time up my sleeve 🙂
Society: I refuse your stick and carrot. If you try to beat or shame me you'd better take me down first time. If I want smoke blown up my ass I'll buy a cigar and a length of hose.
RoyDal 4 years ago.
