analith

It hasn't hit me yet, that Christmas is just around the corner.

Here's what I love about where I work: The total hypocricy of the whole place. Like all workplaces the staff have certain rules that they have to abide by. Ours include not eating during our shift (like, in the bar - obviously we are allowed to on our breaks) and not being really drunk or fucked up. Our manager does both. Regularly.
I had a bit of an overwhelming conversation with one of the owners last night. He had a few choice words to say about one of the other owners and the manager, as well as our only other full time staff member (whom I adore). He did also offer me another set of shifts that may be coming up, which will mean I'll be working 5 days a week (but not enough hours for full-time, just a lot more than I'm doing now). This is the one who told me that if they open in Sydney (which is half on the drawing board) that he would want to offer me the managers position either in Sydney or here.

It's been pretty insane at work this week. Thursday we got four-finger raped in the Gallery where we had a band playing. It was insane. Last night we got raped and fisted all at the same time, with the bars on all three levels being 8 or 9 deep for most of the night. Tonight we got love-tapped with an awesome fundrasing event.

I loved it.

I love being so busy that I can't see my hands moving.

Apart from work, I have not much to say. I'm not sure how things with Ben are at the moment, because we've been fighting. We're going out for dinner tomorrow night, so I'll see how that goes. We even had the "should we break up" conversation the other day (which ended with me crying in public, even though I was the instigater of said conversation).

Oh well... my car needs a service, I need to make more time for myself, for painting, for hanging out with my friends.

I need to get some books found for me.

I need to sleep.

Edit to add: What I want for Christmas