The Rules

Oh it was SO SO good to go to the gym again!  I checked my card on the way to work last night and it worked!  Woohoo!  Stupid thing.  So yes, I made good use of it this morning.  I hadn’t been in a week so felt horrible and had no energy.  It’s amazing how not going for even the shortest time can completely throw you off track.  I did however stick to my usual weights and pushed myself through them.  There was only one other guy there, and a chick on the treadmills when I left.  I took my first ever shower there this morning 🙂  I’ve been there for a year but never once used the showers, always just showered after I got home.  But I thought, ‘why not?’ and it was kinda cool.  Even the simplest change like the water pressure of a different shower can be a good thing in my books.

So yeah, I was almost late for work last night, damn car wouldn’t start again, but I’m pretty sure it’s just got too few-a-fuel in it.  That’s usually all it is.  It’s probably leaking fuel somewhere, wouldn’t surprise me.  I had to run down to the city, and luckily there was a bus shortly after I arrived, which got me to work with about five minutes to spare.  My last shift of the week, so I didn’t wanna be late for it.  Got the weekend off now!  Woohoo!!

And what a busy shift it was!!  My GOD!  A load came in as well, once again with completely the wrong stock.  We had stuff that we weren’t suppose to, as well as missing other stuff we were meant to have.  Luckily I’ve been writing it all down all week, but this is getting crazy.  The logistics people think we’re stuffing them around, but they are the ones not doing their job properly.  I mentioned it to the delivery driver, asking why so much stuff was wrong, and he said it’s just been crazy – everyone’s stressed and just throwing shit into cages, and he reckons it’ll be at least four months before they can move back to the Rocklea location.  Rocklea is one of the suburbs of my city that pretty much went completely under in the recent floods.  The famous Rocklea Markets will probably be out of action for quite some time.  I understand that’s probably why the loads are so stuffed up.  I don’t get however, how someone can look at what is ordered and yet give us completely different stock?  Usually when that happens, I assume they’ve given us a different stores rollcages, but nope, they are definitely ours.  Either way, I’ve done my job and written absolutely everything down.  This would completely fuck up the stocktake if I didn’t!

My walk home from gym was interesting.  I was just at the foot of the long flight of steps up to my suburb and this real bogan sorta guy, covered in tattoo’s and ratty hair was singing away, )nothing in particular) and then he noticed me walking behind him and yells out ‘How ya goin’ brutha!!?’  I was in a good mood and am used to handling drunk people at work so replied enthusiastically, "Good thanks man, how are you?"  He goes, "I’m WASTED AS bro!!"  I laughed and said "Good on ya!"  He then went on to say he passed some guy further up the way he’d just come, saying "he was a big cunt!!  *flexing his arms to prove his point*, and I…I (looking serious at me)..I got a feelin’ ya know?  Like he was one of dem poof fellas…"
I immediately thought, ‘Oh God, here we go again’ in my mind, but on the outside I just laughed.  He pumped his chest two times with his fist to let me know that this guy was tryna hit on him, "but I didn’t wanna be rude, ya know bro?  I’m straight!!!"
Luckily at this point I’d reached the stairs and started climbing then, and he took the adjacent path.  I waved to him "Have a good day man!", smiling.

This happens to me a fair bit, especially at work, when the cabbies are going on about ‘them fuckin poofta’s’ or ‘he’s a gay cunt’ etc.  A lot of people who really don’t know me, don’t assume that I, I, too am gay.  It’s like it doesn’t even cross their minds.  And I talk to my best friends about this over coffee and they just about double themselves over in laughter because they think I am the gayest thing since the pink panther.  They even go on to try and humiliate me by pointing and laughing, going, "YOU!!!??  Straight!!???  Bahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"  Or they take a drink of water and spew it out as though they’ve just heard the most shocking thing on the planet.  Gee, thanks guys!  These are the people I choose as my friends!  Thanks for the support!!

So I can’t be THAT gay.  I mean if some BIG guy is more obviously gay than I am for some rough-nut bogan to talk to me about it, then surely I must come across as straight?  I know in my job I have to, especially with the brothel 200 meters up on the same road.  But I’m openly gay, I don’t hide it.  Somehow it feels like being back in the closet again.  Like not telling them I’m gay is protecting myself from a brutal bashing.  I could’ve said to the bogan guy that I too was gay, and it crossed my mind, but he was telling his story and I was, quite frankly, finding it quite amusing, as I usually do when people are telling me a story about gays, thinking that I’m siding with them.

Anyway, I’m probably off to the coast today, as I said it my last entry.  The new guy is coming over for a house-briefing, or whatever.  I’m personally hoping Jeff doesn’t scare the poor bastard off.  He’s gone and written a huge list of things we ‘need to improve on’ – All I read on that entire A4 page was ‘I’m leaving soon…" (I think the rest was …so you’ve gotta chip in more).  I didn’t care – I just want him out of here.  The whole letter pretty much targetted me, saying I NEVER unload or load up the dishwasher, nor do I take the bins out and bring them in, which is absolute bullshit!  GAH he SHITS me to tears.  I’m ALWAYS doing those things, but because I live a different clock to my other housemates, he NEVER sees me do them.  I can easily say I’ve never seen HIM do either as well! 

God I’ll be glad to see the back of him.  He’s having a house meeting today and wants us to be there.  I sent Luke a message saying I won’t be here because I already have plans, and Luke said he won’t be here either.  HA!!!  Luke said he’ll message the new guy today and tell him not to let Jeff scare him off, because I’m near sure he will.  It doesn’t even make sense – he’s fucking LEAVING.  He doesn’t get to make the rules.