General Update.

I formatted by laptop Wednesday. I had the day off sick and didn’t have much inspiration to do anything else except sit in my underwear and fuck around with my computer.
I remember when formatting a comp was an all day job! This was over and done within 2 hours, and most of that was waiting for webwasher to erase the hard drive (I don’t trust Microsoft to do that thankyouverymuch).
I had remembered to back up everything except my Firefox bookmarks. So all my favourite porn sites have been lost. Noooooooo!

Vodafone or rather Vodafail as they have recently been nicknamed have pissed me off for the last time. They recently bought out 3 and have been merging services with them, much to the disgust of many thousands of customers (me included) we are forced to suffer through a mostly non-existent service in some areas while their towers are being merged. Both at work and home I’m barely able to get a 3G service, most of my calls drop out, messages are never sent, or if they never arrive. There is currently a class action lawsuit being bought against them, and the Telecommunications Ombudsman is overloaded with complaints. Enough to be on the news and on the front page of the papers, as well as a public apology from the CEO himself…
Anyways the point I’m making is last Sunday I made a call to their hotline, which, naturally, is manned entirely from India, with people who aren’t paid enough to give a shit about lowly little me. I demanded to be released from my contract (nothing major I have 6 months left), I was told I would have to wait 5 days for them to investigate my service, and if it’s found to be Vodafails fault it shouldn’t be an issue…
Yesterday I called to find out the status of my check up and was told that ‘The areas you reported are currently a low service area’ and upgrades are taking place, there is no ETA on when normal services will be restored’. Well, screw you hippies I’m outta here! I sat at my desk for an hour and a half negotiating with them, I told him I was going to leave, but liking Vodafail so much I’d rather not, so if they wanted to keep me as a customer they better gimme, gimme, gimme. His offer was pretty pathetic, $10 off my next 3 monthly bills. We discussed other options like a temporary pre-paid service, porting my number to a landline, upgrading my phone and discharge fees. All-in-all it wasn’t satisfactory.

Which brings me to today’s events. I’m going to check out Telstra. As much as this pains me (I like Telstra like I like poison)… but at least you can get coverage and good 3G speeds.

**Warning, stereotypes and political incorrectness please don’t read on.
I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned before but I live in an apartment above a shopping strip, on a main road, across from a major shopping centre, on the corner of a major intersection, 30 metres from a bus station (not bus stop) and train station.
If that sounds loud and annoying to you, let me tell you; it is.
Generally it isn’t too bad, I’ve never been fussed by noise when I’m trying to sleep, and I can put up with the delivery trucks screaming up the hill in 1st gear outside my window, I can deal with the garbage trucks that come between 3am and 5 am, squealing with BEEP-BEEP-BEEP every fucking time they reverse, I can deal with all the drunk yobs at the train station punching-on till all hours, the fully sick Mohammed’s in their fully sick Honda’s doing fully sick burn outs to impress their fully sick Tula’s, nor am I bothered by the function centre diagonally across the way that seems to hold wedding receptions every second day of the week until 1 am with their patrons drunken conversations and yelling in the street because some dumb fucker decides that people can’t smoke indoors anymore, beeping party goer as they drive off at the end of the night to wish their friends a long and happy married life.
What has bothered me however, this last week we’ve had a bum move into one of the bus shelters.
Living in Sydney has desensitised me to the homeless, as shameful as it is for me to admit i pay no attention anymore, for whatever reason they simply don’t register to me anymore. They are practically on every city street corner with their signs offering some excuse for them to be panhandling. They don’t get my money.
This guy goes non-stop, around the clock—worse so at night. Flinging abuse at the bus shelter walls ranting about Jesus (isn’t it funny how a lot of raving lunatics are crazy about religion… that’s gotta tell you something). It doesn’t make any sense what he is saying and the expletives are the only thing that I can make out most of the time, I’m sure he’s not making any sense.
He doesn’t let up, he obviously needs to be institutionalized—he’s fucking crazy. When I awoke at 3am to his squalls of abuse, again directed at nobody in particular, I did my social responsibility and called the police, explained the situation… he’s been there several days, camping out on the bench, drinking, abusing, being a general nuisance. If these aren’t good enough reasons for you to take him away, how about he’s obviously not of sound mind and consuming alcohol in an alcohol free zone. The lady policeman listened, asked a few more questions and thanked me for the information.
When I was awoken this morning at 530 by a garbage truck Mr. Bum was gone. Hopefully he was taken to a nice home in the country to live out the rest of his life. I hope he gets the treatment he needs… just please don’t come back to my neighbourhood and keep me awake at all hours with your arguments about Jesus, the fucking cunt.

Anyways. I’m outta here, I need to shower and go for a drive.

p.s My story Love in the Time of Vegetables (HA! I kill me) is coming, I’ve been feeling less than sexy lately and my literary mojo is lacking… but I’ve started… it’s coming. Patients!

Amber, Sexual (Ministry of Sound Mix)
li da di li da di li da di da di da li li da di li da di li da di da di da li dont you know that when you touch me baby that its torture brush up against me i get chills all down my spine when you talk to me its painful you dont know what you do to this heart of mine chorus: dont make this one dimentional the way i feel is sexual the way i feel is sexual it cant just be intellectual the way i feel is sexual the way i feel is sexual when youre next to me li da di li da di li da di da di da li li da di li da di li da di da di da li i confess i watch your mouth move baby when youre speaking study your body when you walk out of the room youll see how much you value my friendship but i want you addicted to my perfume repeat chorus when youre next to me li da di li da di li da di da di da li baby talk to me and let me kiss you let me show you the things i can do for you repeat chorus when youre next to me li da di li da di li da di da di da li dont make this one dimentional

love LPH

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January 21, 2011

RYN: That’s weird that the font appears white to you–I changed it to black because I had trouble reading it myself! Gotta love old age, right? I’m not sure why everyone always thinks of Australia as “rugged”. Maybe it’s because largely the American perception is that Australia has nothing but the Outback and the Sydney Opera house. What can I say, most of my countrymen are cunts anyway. 🙂

January 21, 2011

This is hilarious! So that’s why you came back to my hotel and we didn’t go to yours huh? haha! You know what, this is kinda uncanny because I’m with vodafail as well and have been considering switching to Telstra for the exact same reasons you just pointed out.

January 21, 2011

ryn: yes, that was good. 🙂

January 21, 2011

It’s not all in India 🙂 were in tassie too! If you go to the tio they’ll offer you more.

January 21, 2011

ha, i really enjoyed the way you wrote about the whole living situation. i wonder what happened to the bum. also, yob, new vocabulary word, this american thanks you.

January 21, 2011

I’m desensitized too. It’s kind of sad, but I feel like it’s part of the American Way to be desensitized… what’s your excuse? haha jk

January 21, 2011

Sounds a lot like living in NYC!

January 21, 2011

I kinda feel that way about the “homeless” people as we call them here. But sometimes, I can tell they are people who would normally have a job and a “regular” life and I cut them some slack. But I’ve gotten so I recognize the real bums. Is JS say there’s more to Oz than the Outback and the Sydney Opera House?

January 21, 2011

I’ve had no problems with Vodafone! Yay for me!

January 22, 2011

Ryn that made my whole world spin around!

January 22, 2011

I think Mr Bum has a brother that camps out on a corner near our apartment. Wil

January 22, 2011

ryn: Yes, Yes I am. Plus I live in Alaska, if I couldn’t eat a slurpy in the cold, I’d never get one. lol. Entry note: Ahaha oh man I had to replace my hard drive, and I was able to transfer my files, but all my saved passwords, bookmarks, skins, favorites, all that junk was gone. It sucked. ~

January 23, 2011

ryn: This is nothing, last year I spent over 1000$ on his birthday, easily 1500. Because I CANT STOP MYSELF. ~

January 23, 2011

ryn: omg i can’t stop singing it!! It’s soo catchy!! haha 😀

January 23, 2011

just love how you put that – pretty sure you can be arsed quite easily sweety 😛