shitty thoughts

so SHITTY THOUGHTS became un-attended over the weekend. surprise, surprise! friday night was spent at THE REGENT for a coupla beers and $5 bistro food, before hitting up the GASLIGHT for a coupla more. shoddy indian takeout was consumed on oxford st before calling it a night.

saturday night was super. checked out one of my fave (local aussie) bands down at Club 77 on their STARFUCKERS night. SOMETHING WITH NUMBERS kicked it. they played some new tunes which sounded promising, and rocked out to their old stuff. i managed to pinch the setlist from the stage and flogged a drum stick, too! huzzah!

ended up at WORLD BAR (see, even my name's on the bill!) and whilst we were staring down the ditzy door girl who was standing between us and the sweet, sweet warmth that was indoors, we five-finger discounted ourselves free passes from right under her nose and by-passed the $15 cover charge. TAKE THAT, voluntarily-skimpily-dressed-chick, standing-outside-with-your-useless-clipboard!

ahh, stealing things make for a good night.

meanwhile, at work yesterday, i had to close by myself and some fuckin' retards walked in at 4pm when i was trying to shut the doors. so i'm serving them at the counter, whilst a plethora of other customers dawdle inside and proceed to browse. what's with these people?! i swear, they're just sitting outside the store, waiting for the 4pm close time, and prance in to fuck you up. i don't mind working, but when i know that i stop getting paid at 4:15pm, i'm angry about how management could possibly roster one person to close. don't even get me started on the safety issues. *imagines being trapped under boxes, Principal Skinner styles, and not being found until someone opens the store the next day for trade*

at 4:20pm, after having served more customers than i had all day, i snapped. i left the counter and went to pull the shutters. if you wanna be served, you can all fuckin' wait, mutherfuckers.

the only thing worse than that is once you've shut the doors for the day, people come up and scream at you through the doors, "Are you closed?"

"No, we always trade with the doors shut, you dumb fucks!"

now to lighten the mood. pictures where no words are needed since i've already said more than enough. actually, points to those who can write captions for these.