Vodka and jobs.

I drank a little too much last night.  It was AFL grand final day.  I didn’t go for either teams, def going for the Saints as Collingwood are my team’s rivals and no one likes Collingwood except Collingwood supporters, widely hated.

I worked earlier in the day.  Everyone was walking around in their footy jerseys and scarves etc and faces painted in their teams colours.  It’s wierd because I was in QLD for three weeks where all they watch is rugby.  None of the games were live, they all had commercials through them and the footy show wasn’t even on until like 11, after the rugby footy show was on.  Here in Tassie, everyone is AFL mad.

Anyways I came home and had a few drinks.  Then Geard came over later and started a niggling fight, I don’t really remember what it started over but it was based on money. I’ll explain more in a min but I have none and everytime we fight all he says to me is "All I’m good for is my money and buying me things"  So I refuse to let him pay for ANYTHING now because, like I care about money.  He got upset over THAT.  I swear to god I can’t win.

I wasn’t really worried about it to be honest.  I was drunk and it was numbing everything and I just kept sipping my vodka.

I know he doesn’t really care about money, he never has.  He just tries to get at me when he’s upset and he’ll use anything against me.  That is one thing that he continually uses so if I don’t take his money he can’t use that.

He feels like shit over it because he’ll be the first one to admit that he doesn’t mean it.

In his defense he controlled himself very well last night.  I was drunk so I was yelling and just being ridiculous in generally cause I really didn’t give a fuck, as horrible as that sounds and he remained calm.  He didn’t say anything irrational, he didn’t yell and he didn’t get angry.  He was obviously trying and I really do appreciate that.

I don’t remember how it ended, we did sort through shit.  I passed out on the bed with him lying with me.  I got up at 2.30 to have a spew and I was fine after that.  No hangover thank godness.

So I knew I had a bad feeling about work.

I went back on my first day and was told that my marketing company is pulling out of Hobart.  Which means that I don’t have a job.  Ugh.  I have no damn money.  This couldn’t come at a worse job!

Chris offered to fly me over to Melb and start over with him with another, more successful marketing company.  It would be an amazing oppotunity if not for Geard.  To be honest he’s the only thing that made me say no.

Instead he’s got me into the res team down here until I can find another job.  Which is REALLY nice of him.  I’ll be knocking on doors for a while selling Austar.  At least I’ll get lots of exercise.  And they don’t start until 10.30AM which is a lot better than 7AM lol.

I have been applying like mad for jobs. 

Okay that’s me for now.  I do have pics but I cbf atm sorry lol x