Its Saturday afternoon and Im long overdue for a journal entry. Let me tell you about my week.
Sat 13th: I returned home from doing some shopping (incidentally, I love shopping) and I was unpacking my groceries. I was expecting a friend to come by later that day so I stocked up on junk food and the all-important alcoholic beverages.
I heard some yelling and screaming across the street, and being the curious sort, I checked it out.
A woman was shot and seriously injured by her husband in the house opposite our neighbours. At the time I didnt know that a gun was involved, I thought the woman had been injured in an accident. So like the good, upstanding citizen I am, I rushed over there, to see if I could help. I realize now that I was extremely lucky. After all, I could have had my brains blown out. I saw the woman lying there bleeding, but there was nothing I could do. I felt so helpless.
One of the other neighbours had already rung 000 and the police arrived and within minutes the house was surrounded by cops and we were told to move off the streets. I went to one of our other neighbours, but then found that the police would not let me cross the street to go home. In fact, the entire street was blocked off, resulting in quite a bit of chaos for people wanting to come home or go out.
The police didn't get the woman out immediately for fear of being shot, but eventually they did get her to hospital. The last I heard was that she is stable and is expected to make a full recovery.
Some two hours later the Tactical Response Group moved in and they found the gunman had shot himself.
The police removed the roadblocks and life returned to normal. The police then questioned me until 7pm about what I saw. Check out the news report for more details.
My friend arrived at this time and after the police left we got stuck into the beers, with a couple of shots of whiskey for good measure. Im a huge X-Files fan and Ive got a couple of seasons on DVD and we ended up watching all the episodes with police sieges until 5am in the morning.
Sun 14th: I awoke to the sound of the doorbell just after 10am. It was this very cute channel 7 news reporter and a camera man. They wanted me to say something on camera about what happened. So I rambled on for a bit. I think they could tell that I wasnt 100%. Damn, just when I get my chance to be on TV, I had to be hung over.
Yes, I did make it to the 6 oclock news. I nearly fell out of my seat when I saw myself. Yes, its true. TV makes you look fat. I guess now I am really motivated to shed those extra kilos.
Mon 15th: Work during the day. French lesson at night.
Tue 16th: Work again. Most of that day I was in a daze. What happened to me over the weekend finally sunk in. But there was something more to that. I had this queasy feeling in my stomach. You see, my mother passed away at this time 5 years ago of cancer and I remember feeling so utterly helpless at the time. I believe that what happened on Saturday opened some old wounds. To be honest, I wasnt sure whether I wanted to write about this. Its something very personal and I am a very private person. And I kinda felt bad about getting caught up in the media hysteria. But were all friends here and I wanted to share.
Wed 17th: I took time off work just to sort myself out. I think, Ill be fine now. No need for the straightjacket just yet.
Thu 18th: Back to work. Actually got some work done.
Fri 19th: International Pirate Talk Day. Arrrr! Today we were told that our department will be made redundant in April next year and more than likely our jobs will go. They said that this will is done to reduce costs, but I know the real reasons are buried in political innuendo.
Even if some of us keep our jobs, the working conditions won't be close to what they are now. Knowing these people, they will try to weasel themselves out of having to pay us redundancy pay. Can you believe that the general manager didnt want to announce that this was going to happen. Ive been a loyal employee with the company close to 6 years now and all they give me the finger in return. Its time to make a move. At the moment, Im entertaining thoughts of moving to Sydney, Switzerland or Canada. Ill watch American Beauty a couple of times. Thatll inspire me what I should do next.
Dad was taken to hospital today. A lung infection, or so I was told, but regardless it doesnt sound too good. I just spoke to him on the phone, and he should be fine. Its time to lay off the smokes, pops.
Sat 20th: Not sure what Im going to do just yet. First, finish my journal entry and read what everyone else is up to. Maybe Ill go out tonight and rage for a bit. Ill be thinking about all you wonderful people at the Sydney get-together. Sniff, I think I might be coming down with a flu or something.
Uploaded some pix so you all know what I look like. It's an older pic of me. I gotta sort out my digital camera.
Expect my next journal entry Thursday night.
Love, hugs and take care
~ EyesOnly ~
Sat 13th: I returned home from doing some shopping (incidentally, I love shopping) and I was unpacking my groceries. I was expecting a friend to come by later that day so I stocked up on junk food and the all-important alcoholic beverages.
I heard some yelling and screaming across the street, and being the curious sort, I checked it out.
A woman was shot and seriously injured by her husband in the house opposite our neighbours. At the time I didnt know that a gun was involved, I thought the woman had been injured in an accident. So like the good, upstanding citizen I am, I rushed over there, to see if I could help. I realize now that I was extremely lucky. After all, I could have had my brains blown out. I saw the woman lying there bleeding, but there was nothing I could do. I felt so helpless.
One of the other neighbours had already rung 000 and the police arrived and within minutes the house was surrounded by cops and we were told to move off the streets. I went to one of our other neighbours, but then found that the police would not let me cross the street to go home. In fact, the entire street was blocked off, resulting in quite a bit of chaos for people wanting to come home or go out.
The police didn't get the woman out immediately for fear of being shot, but eventually they did get her to hospital. The last I heard was that she is stable and is expected to make a full recovery.
Some two hours later the Tactical Response Group moved in and they found the gunman had shot himself.
The police removed the roadblocks and life returned to normal. The police then questioned me until 7pm about what I saw. Check out the news report for more details.
My friend arrived at this time and after the police left we got stuck into the beers, with a couple of shots of whiskey for good measure. Im a huge X-Files fan and Ive got a couple of seasons on DVD and we ended up watching all the episodes with police sieges until 5am in the morning.
Sun 14th: I awoke to the sound of the doorbell just after 10am. It was this very cute channel 7 news reporter and a camera man. They wanted me to say something on camera about what happened. So I rambled on for a bit. I think they could tell that I wasnt 100%. Damn, just when I get my chance to be on TV, I had to be hung over.
Yes, I did make it to the 6 oclock news. I nearly fell out of my seat when I saw myself. Yes, its true. TV makes you look fat. I guess now I am really motivated to shed those extra kilos.
Mon 15th: Work during the day. French lesson at night.
Tue 16th: Work again. Most of that day I was in a daze. What happened to me over the weekend finally sunk in. But there was something more to that. I had this queasy feeling in my stomach. You see, my mother passed away at this time 5 years ago of cancer and I remember feeling so utterly helpless at the time. I believe that what happened on Saturday opened some old wounds. To be honest, I wasnt sure whether I wanted to write about this. Its something very personal and I am a very private person. And I kinda felt bad about getting caught up in the media hysteria. But were all friends here and I wanted to share.
Wed 17th: I took time off work just to sort myself out. I think, Ill be fine now. No need for the straightjacket just yet.
Thu 18th: Back to work. Actually got some work done.
Fri 19th: International Pirate Talk Day. Arrrr! Today we were told that our department will be made redundant in April next year and more than likely our jobs will go. They said that this will is done to reduce costs, but I know the real reasons are buried in political innuendo.
Even if some of us keep our jobs, the working conditions won't be close to what they are now. Knowing these people, they will try to weasel themselves out of having to pay us redundancy pay. Can you believe that the general manager didnt want to announce that this was going to happen. Ive been a loyal employee with the company close to 6 years now and all they give me the finger in return. Its time to make a move. At the moment, Im entertaining thoughts of moving to Sydney, Switzerland or Canada. Ill watch American Beauty a couple of times. Thatll inspire me what I should do next.
Dad was taken to hospital today. A lung infection, or so I was told, but regardless it doesnt sound too good. I just spoke to him on the phone, and he should be fine. Its time to lay off the smokes, pops.
Sat 20th: Not sure what Im going to do just yet. First, finish my journal entry and read what everyone else is up to. Maybe Ill go out tonight and rage for a bit. Ill be thinking about all you wonderful people at the Sydney get-together. Sniff, I think I might be coming down with a flu or something.
Uploaded some pix so you all know what I look like. It's an older pic of me. I gotta sort out my digital camera.
Expect my next journal entry Thursday night.
Love, hugs and take care
~ EyesOnly ~
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i'm still tired but alive and actually not going through that much hell as everyone else around me. i think i just like whinging a lot.
mmm the whinging
ya i dig the gym. though i've only been going for about four or five months. so i am still a work in progress. i go to my shitty uni gym. this means i have the added embarassment of seeing people i know while i die on a piece of cardio equipment. and it doesn't have a pool and i've been hankering for a swim for a week or two now. arhghg the swimming i am lacking..
if it was SUMMER i'd be at the BEACH. mm beach. and i wouldn't be stressed. and i could sleep in. gaahh sleeping in good.
mm procrastination
- pirate z
Do I hear an echo?