| 6:14p |
Poor me
Argh...I have spent most of the day in bed, because I am sick! Last night, after I got off the bus, I could hardly walk straight. My hands had pins and needles. I had a horrible, squishy tummy ache.
I had a few theories behind this:
1. I was wearing one of those new belts yesterday- you know, those belts that are leather (or fake leather, in my case), that you tie around your waist? I thought that maybe I tied it too tight, and that I had squished all of my intestines.
2. I continue to be in denial of my lactose intolerance. I am constantly consuming dairy products. I mean, hello, life is too short to live without gelato!
3. I have had training at that department store over the past 2 days. During my lunch break, I visited my department to ask a few questions. This dude came up to me and wanted to buy an umbrella. The umbrella was $300, which I thought was SO disgusting. I mean, I was doing ultra-boring training for 2 days so that I could earn $14 per hour, and this guy spends $300 on an umbrella in his lunch break? You could support a family in a third world country with that kinda moolah! And anyway, it hardly EVER rains in Sydney! I was so horrified at the thought of someone spending so much money on a brolly that I thought that the event was making me sick!
But no, my mysterious illness was none of the above. At a cafe that will not be named, an evil woman named Vanessa took my soup. So I got her soup, which had been sitting around for 15 minutes. Hence my stomach's recent revolt. Like, ew, I had to keep a plastic bag next to my bed last night in case I spewed. Too much information?
Evil Vanessa! Grrrrr!
If you'll excuse me, I must dash off and change out of my trackies before Geoff comes over and sees me. Even if she has food poisoning, a woman must retain SOME sense of dignity.
Carla Gypsygirl xxx
ps. I think I annoyed everyone a lot at training. I was so tempted to answer all of the questions with a joke. For example, when the trainer said, "What is the best way to catch a shoplifter?" I wanted to say, "Crash-tackle them and say, 'IN THE NAME OF THE LAW, I WILL CITIZEN'S ARREST YOU!'" But fortunately, I held my tongue, because apparently, thet best solution to shoplifting is "Good customer service". Also, I began most of my sentences with, "When I used to work at..." and I'd name the old company I worked for. That said, my new workplace won't even NAME their rival: they call them "our nearest competitor"! It is totally like how no-one in the Harry Potter books will say the name Voldemort out loud. I mean, even saying "ONC" is quicker.
pps. Damn. Geoff's here now. It's too late. At least HE looks nice... |