Hmm - Part Two

So about a week ago I had my last shift ever at Disney - well this time around anyway.

As I turned in my keys and checklists, I broadcast a last call over the radio before going 10-7 (out of service):

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this is your cute Australian speaking. I just want to wish you all a happy night, a happy week, and a happy rest of the time until I see you again. So enjoy yourselves, keep smiling, and thanks for being my mates."

Then a flood of responses came over the radio that made me a little sad as I walked to the office to hand in my radio and clock out.

My boss-boss bumped into me on his way out and told me how great I am. At about this time I was closing myself off before I began to feel too emotional. I managed a smile and said "Thankyou. Goodnight Sir."

I've picked up the Sir and Ma'am thing. Hmm that'll be a little weird to hear myself say out of the Disney context now.

When I returned to my apartment I was met with a drunken wave of Brazillians. Which actually I didn't appreciate since I wanted sleep and still had laundry to do and had to check out in the morning, but instead I had to look after a room-mate who drank too much, and be pulled this way and that by Brazillians proclaiming their love for me and saying how much they'll miss me etc.

Nathan came over and gave me rubs to relax me once all the drunkards passed out. Then after a while I rolled him out the door and me into bed to get at least some sleep.
3 hours later I was up, packed and out by 11am. Not bad at all, tho I've no idea how I managed it.

My taxi driver gave me a slice of his breakfast pizza, and he was thus my new bestfriend since I hadn't eaten in hours upon hours.

Right now the rest is blur.
Here several hundred miles away a week or so later, the Disney part of this trip feels surreal, like I dreamed it. I guess when I get back to Orlando in a few weeks to fly out home again it'll hit me that yes this really did happen, and yes it really is over this time.

But as for now, I'm going to enjoy the second half of my adventure.

SNOW

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Roving Review

Moshi Moshi Japanese Restaurant & Sushi Bar on Washington Ave.

Meal: Combo E - Shrimp Tempura & Chicken Teriyaki with Miso Soup.
Price: $15.95 + Tax
Full Factor: Very Satisfilling

This restaurant is just by my hostel. You literally walk out the door, past the al fresco tables of the Mexican place on the corner and in a few steps you're at Moshi Moshi.

I was feeling rather hungerish and was looking for some value in this abhorrantly leech-like tourist town.

After peeking at the menu on the door I walked in and went into a slight timewarp back to 1999, my first international travel to Japan.

If you're not a purist looking for tradition, and are happy just to have pleasant company and a warm atmosphere, then you'd enjoy Moshi Moshi.

Complete with waving cat statues and paper lamps advertising Japanese beer and fairylights around the wall, I sat down at a corner table and ordered my meal.
It was about this time I noticed the little rubber toy sharks dangling from the ceiling above each table. I figured it was just for gag atmosphere but soon learnt by watching a nearby table that squeezing your shark will get you service. I found this endlessly hilarious (as did the little boy in the booth next to my table).

My waitress was a lovely tiny Japanese lady and I spoke to her in what little I could remember and manage of the language including Thankyou, That was delicious, and the 'blessing before eating' itadakimasu. She said I did fine and asked when had I been to Japan, and we chatted a little as she cleared my table.

Overall this place is definately on my hitlist to come back to.



I leave on the bus to Wisconsin at 7:30pm tomorrow. So I have some more time for exploring between checkout tomorrow morning and then.

Once again, no idea what my internet access will be like, but either way I'll be off comms for 2 days whilst bussing.
Enjoy your week. xx

Quack Quack Quack!

teeheeheehee

I wanted to go on this tour since I stumbled upon it on the net before I even came to the US.

hola from espanola way

"welcome to miami" as Will Smith sings (and katie repeatedly when we were in class one day and I was trying to think).

I am currently on a rickety old pay-computer in my hostel The Clay Hotel in the historic spanish village district of Espanola Way. After an adventurous journey here including nice taxi drivers, mean bus drivers and lost luggage, I finally made it here in one piece.

Today I enjoyed a looooong sleep in (in comparison to the ones I'd been getting anyway), then had a lovely shower and have just returned from exploring my section of South Beach, Miami.

I started off my day listening to a cute as voicemail left for me by the Williams clan. It made me chuckle a lot. Thanks kids (all 4 of you! :P) I miss you too. And of course I remember you :) Then off to discover and conquer!

I found several scungy souvenir stores (my favourite kind), the beach (feh, our sand is way better) and a couple of recycle shops in which I found myself in absolute heaven and wishing I had more room in my bags (imagine a mix of Reefside Recycle, The Dollar Shop, Southern Secondhand, Aussie Disposals and some sort of costume store). I wandered about happily thinking of each of my theatre buddies as I found this or that or something else.

Even though I've been warned about Miami and how I'm not to wander about by myself after dark (which I'd doubt I'd do anyway) I'm loving this place. Though it is quite a dramatic change from being in Orlando and work, where everyone is "high on D", to here. I've gone from having to remember to look everyone in the eye and smile, to avoiding eye contact with most unsavoury characters on the streets here (including the scruffy man preaching to the pigeons on Washington Ave). And once or twice I've had to remind myself that Mickey isnt here to protect me in this place, that said, as long as I do the right thing, I'm pretty safe. It's not like I'm going to go down dark alleys at 1am or nothing. Besides, look at me, the gangs would rather knock over some scrawny old lady than a (sometimes) mean-looking tall chunky Aussie in
a leather racing jacket and cargos.

So all you Floridian's who were/are worried about me when I said I was coming to Miami, just remember the first words I said when checking in to
Vista Way:

"Meh, I can take 'em."

Hmm - Part One

So today was my last shift with the day team. I've had 5 goodbyes now and it's starting to twinge a tiny bit. But so far so good.

After doing my last work program I realised that, more often than not, the people you will remember the most will not remember you as... well not 'not as fondly', but... not as 'treasured' if that makes sense.

It's more common in a place like Disney, where new and interesting people come and go all the time. Today I was helping new trainees and thinking 'hey aren't I still the new girl? Oh I guess not.'

People hug you and say they'll always remember you and how missed you will be, and some of them will mean it. But for the most part, when and if you ever return, you know deep down that things will never be the way they were again.

Others like you will have come and gone, new faces will have replaced old.
You had to travel the world and change your whole life for a few months, all they did was have a new person among them for a while. It's understandably not as memorable for them as for you.

This is why after a while I didn't want to return to Woodloch in Pennsylvania after so much time, at least not to work anyway.
I used to have visions of me appearing in the doorway the following winter and calling out a quip or other that made them laugh on my last visit, and they'd all drop everything and say 'Vicki!!! It's great to see you again! Welcome back!'

It was a nice dream.

But I know it wouldn't be like that. For a start, over half the people I worked with have moved on to different things, leaving the past behind them.

That includes me, and it will again.

Sure, there'll be a couple that will indeed always remember me, and I guess it's those few who remember that make those who forget not hurt as much.
And sure after a while either they or I or both will slow and then stop contacting each other, but hey it happens. Just like the people that have been a part of my life at home that I haven't spoken to in... years for some... I guess we had what we had at the time for a reason, and perhaps that reason is past now.

*shrug* I'm just thinking aloud now, I guess the conclusion I'm reaching is simply that this is the way the world turns. And as we get older and wiser and hurt and healed time and time again, I guess we come to accept that a little easier as each day goes by.

Disney Buys Pixar

well who didn't see that coming?

What Pooh?

He's my hunny.

Disney loves Phil Collins - and so do I

On My Way - Phil Collins
(from Brother Bear)

Tell everybody I'm on my way
New friends and new places to see
With blue skies ahead, yes I'm on my way
And theres no where else I'd rather be

Tell everybody I'm on my way
And I'm loving every step I take
With the sun beating down, yes I'm on my way
And I can't keep this smile off my face

Cause theres nothing like seeing each other again
No matter what the distance between
And the stories we tell, will make you smile
It really lifts my heart

So tell 'em I'm on my way
New friends and new places to see
And to sleep under the stars I couldnt ask for more
With the moon keeping watch over me

Not the snow nor the rain, can change my mind
The sun will come out, wait and see
And the feeling of the wind
In your face can lift your heart

Oh... theres nowhere I'd rather be
Cause i'm on my way now
Well and true
I'm my way there
I'm on my way now

Tell everybody I'm on my way
I just can't wait to be there
With blue skies ahead, yes I'm on my way
And nothing but good times to share

So tell everybody I'm on my way
And I just can't wait to be home
With the sun beating down yes I'm on my way
And nothing but good times to show

I'm on my way
Yes, I'm on my way

S.A.D - FYI

did you know that 'winter blues' is actually a real thing?
Seasonal Affective Disorder is when you feel depressed as a result of reduced exposure to sunlight.
I learnt this in the company newsletter in the breakroom today.
click here to learn more.
just thought I'd share it 'cos I found it interesting.

teehee

this week I've had to deal with a duck, a squirrel and a cat and shepherd them off the property.
some call it playing, I'm happy to call it working.

music musings

Funny since I woke up with Tripod's 'Demi Moore' floating thru my head... Ghost is on tonite and I'm working. FEH.
Probably a good thing since it always makes me cry.

Mind you, so does the song from Toy Story 2 'When She Loved Me' which they play on their looped music at work.

Disney songs and lots of Phil Collins over and over... hey I can deal with that. Phil Collins is a golden god.

And whenever 'Under The Sea' or 'Kiss da Girl' sung by The Little Mermaid's Sebastian, I become some cajun custodial singing along.

I was partaking in a pre-shift jam with 4 Jamaicans in the stockyard the other day, we were all singing 'Oh What a night' and I admitted I was just a lame white girl with no rhythm and they all cracked up and said I was doing fine. I love how they laugh. They don't hold back. I love it.

One of the first things said to me on my first day at work was
"you from australia eh? you like cricket????"
from an older Jamaican man. He's funny.

feh

A room-mate and her friend are behind me in the living room talking about boys.
I feel kinda bad for not getting involved or as excited when this conversation comes up. I just stay quiet and do something else.
I feel like it's a slight Faux Pas to just say 'sorry but surfie boys who sit around getting stoned all day just isn't my cup of tea thanks.'
(no joke, that was the description of the boys of topic)
When I was getting on the bus to Pleasure Island earlier tonite I scanned the seats as I walked down the centre, spotting the plunging necklines, high heels, glitter, pounds of makeup, bangles, and bleached bleached hair;
then I looked at myself in my jeans, superman shirt, nightmare before xmas jacket and bag, and fedora and said:
"yep, I blend."

flashing lights and revolve

Omg i just visited 'Babylon'... aka Mannequins on Pleasure Island. I had intended to go there and a few other clubs, but bumped into a friend and spent the rest of the night there til it closed at 2am. I was on painkillers and a single drink of Vodka & orange juice.
Nice mix. Especially since it blurred my back and hip pain into oblivion. I was doing moves thinking 'hey i shouldnt be able to bend like that without wincing... woot!'
Damn I love gay men. I love a club you can walk about in on the revolving dancefloor and when you shuffle past people you can say "excuse me sweetie", "im going to steal your tie" and "oooh may i touch?" and not be stared at quizically.
Well I was stared at anyway, but in a good way. I chose the over 21s nite to attend cos I didnt want the stupid planet Barbies there, also it meant that lots of older older folks were about and I was among the group of hot young things for the evening.
My friend and his friend were dancing up a storm and more than once I was the meat in the sandwich. mehehehehe.
I took a whole 3 pics, 2 of dancing, one of kissing. Then the batteries died, the beasts.

Illuminations

Tonight Jonathon and I went to Epcot after work, but most of the rides were closed or closing at 7:30pm so we decided to go another day if we could.
Epcot spans around the circumference of a lake and each part of it is a different part of the world. We only got as far as Mexico, past China & Germany and into Norway. In Norway we had a almond covered glazed pretzel which I will admit even I had trouble finishing, and went on the Viking ride. As a pirate, I salute my pillaging brothers the Vikings. When/if we go again, I would like my picture taken on the Viking ship outside.

After guiding Jonathon past the statue of the Norwegian troll (eyes firmly shut and whimpering slightly because he's afraid of trolls) we set up camp by the lake to watch the Illuminations pyrotechnics show.

It was pretty good, albeit loud and very bright. Once again, the pictures I took seem to have come out not too bad at all.

One of the rides we managed to catch was Mission Space which was... sickeningly awesome. The "mission briefing" captain man in the video at the start was played by none other than Gary Sinise and it was a little painful to note that his eyes were sweeping from side to side as he read the script above the camera.
Feh, and people called me the sellout. Come on Gary, you should be playing opposite Tom Hanks in another award winning flick, not telling me that I'm about to become the first astronaut to set down on Mars and to push this button when you tell me to, and that if I suffer from motion sickness I should not partake in this ride.
Other than that, the ride was actually pretty cool. They use G-force etc to make you feel like you're flying for real.

I love that shit. I may have to do it again on the return visit.

Or alternately I can go to the Magic Kingdom again and ride Space Mountain again.
Space Mountain for the unenlightened is an 'indoor' rollercoaster in almost pitch blackness, with only pinpoints of lights ("stars") and the occasional exit sign. You can't see where you're going, you just go. I always hold my hat and say to myself "I'm flyyyyyyiiiiing".

In other news, I am working every day til I leave, so all this visiting of stuff and things will be crammed around my schedule. I've started to adopt a theory of "meh, I'll catch up on sleep on the bus to Wisconsin."

I still want to go swashbuckling at DisneyQuest, see Cirque Du Soleil, visit Disney-MGM Studios, and pick up some bargains at Property Control. As well as this I need to pack, gather contact details, and somehow attend my graduation.

Even thinking about it all makes me tired!

Speaking of which, I should be in bed. Early shift again tomorrow - er 'today'.
Ick.

Night.

Yesterday: Animal Kingdom and re-visit Magic Kingdom

Tonight: Epcot

what's that old saying about The Best Laid Plans?

Well whatever it is, here's mine so far.

Check out Vista Way 11am Jan 26th ("Happy Australia Day, now get out")

Check in Miami Beach Hostel sometime later that afternoon

Kick it in Miami for 3 days

Board Greyhound bus for La Crosse, WI. 7:30pm Jan 29th

Bus through a few states on my way to Wisconsin; transferring in Florida, Georgia, & Illinois

Arrive La Crosse, WI 3:15pm Jan 31st

Damn I love travelling.
No sarcasm, I actually mean that.
:)

I'm sure it's not an encouraged practice: Telling guests that they can buy the exact same Disney merchandise in any shop in Orlando for about half the price as in the parks.
But meh, thats how most of my shopping is being done!
Speaking of shopping, I must get groceries. It hardly seems worth it, only having 10 days left here working for Disney - YES TEN CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!?! - then travelling around the wild blue yonder* for a month
*dadda da da dadda da daaa

That said its time to stop playing on this thing and organise travelling amounts like accomodation and transport. As much as I'd love to fly on a broom to Wisconsin to see Andrea, and book the Presidential Suite of the nearest Hilton by claiming I am the Royal Ambassador for... I dunno.... Loompaland or something... I feel that's not quite going to work.

pics update

about 30 new pictures of Nathan and I with characters are now in the photos page.
more are coming from Nathan's photopass.

random shot - Cinderella's Castle

aint it pretty?
(the castle too)
:P

girls suck

and that's as much information as you get on that topic.

Friday I went to Magic Kingdom with workmate Nathan. It was so cool! My first themepark here!!!
Nathan was a gracious albeit an indecisive companion and we started our day by riding the Pirates of The Caribbean ride!!!

It was really tame, a little boatride past animatronic pirates doin general pirate stuff. To most it was a yawnfest, but to me it was heaven. I was bundled in my seat with my eyes wide and nails to my mouth and stifling the many giggles and gasps that came forth.
Afterwards in the giftshop - where I fell in love with and purchased my new hat - I hefted one of the rifles, slung it over at Nathan and quoted stuff I'd heard in the ride:
I not be sponging for rum, it be gold I'm after!!!!

From then, it was a day spent siiiiiinging in the rain (earning looks from other guests), riding all the cool rides (and a few uncool ones), and getting our picture taken with everycharacter we found (cinderella so wanted me).

My camera batteries died but that was okay, we just used the disney photo pass system.

I got into trouble for hugging and slightly lifting Stitch, but my room-mate told me not to worry cos 'that particular Stitch' is just a lame stupid girl, she knows cos she works with her. So I felt better.

The day started sunny but soon turned rainy, but it stayed warm so we were walking around in icky sticky weather. But meh, it was okay. All we did was ride and ride and ride. We went to Space Mountain, Splash Mountain, Thunder Railroad, Haunted Mansion, Stitch's Great Escape, PhilharMagic (3D film with Donald Duck *quack*) and quite a few more the names of which escape me at this late hour.

We got home about 8pm and I was seriously falling asleep when a friend of Nathan's invited us out. I declined, went home, had a shower and was half-relieved to be called and told that Brokeback Mountain is booked out again so we can't see it tonite. Then I crawled into bed and thought about cuddling eeyore.
:)

One park down, three to go.

Awwwww

teeheeheeheeheeheehee


he was so soft and cuddly and i told him i thought his ears were beautiful and he kissed my hand
i wanted to pat his nose and play with his ears all day

Magic Kingdom

was awesome!
I AM A PIRATE!
more details (and pics) later.

silly people

I am going to castrate whoever finds it amusing to open the dryers so that the machine times out while we're contentedly thinking all's well then when we go to pick up our dry laundry we find we have to pay another dollar for our clothes to dry - last time that happened it was several times a week ago and i was running late, dependent on the pair of jean i thought would be dry well in advance.
I'm considering setting up a vigil. Or a boobytrap. Personally the cruel pleasure I shall receive from the latter sounds more inticing.

So right now I'm being my rather refined self - eating my dinner straight from the saucepan - with the front door open even tho security doesnt like that, so I can listen to any change in my dryer's behaviour just outside. If I hear any change, screw my dinner I will come out saucepan swinging.

So I meant to share with you all...
The othernight I clocked off at 12:30am and waited out the 40mins til the bus came by hopping over to Pleasure Island to chat to my fellow team-members who were still working, mostly my lovely Brazillian boys. Anyway, I learnt how to request songs and was occupying myself with this and dancing in the middle of the promenade (probly the only sober one doing so). When it was time to go I kissed by Brazillians goodnight and headed for the bus.

Long story short, a girl from the latest intake of college program kids had had a little (and by little I mean enough to fill bathtub) too much to drink. She was passing in and out of a disoriented lucid state and vomiting heavily. There was a small crowd - incl our bus driver - around her and I figured everything was under control so I boarded and sat with 3 other Aussies from my intake.

Longer story shorter - of the whole busload of people including the freaking out driver, only our group of 4 Australian's knew that no actually she shouldn't be on her back like that, she'll choke when she pukes again. And that yes I know you're trying to help, but so are we and your help is actually going to kill her

Was I wrong in thinking that when someone is passed out or whatever everyone knows that you DO NOT lay them on their back, but on their side with their top arm and leg extended and you clear their airways?
Apparently I was.

No one knew what the fuck we were talking about and they stared at us blankly as we took over and directed the throng. I concluded that perhaps it was just that us Aussies are used to people drinking too much and needing this attention :P but on the inside I was shocked and kinda scared that for the most part we are all at the mercy of those around us, or rather the knowledge they do or do not possess, in an emergency. One of our crowd was asked if she was a nurse after she first approached the crowd - we were like 'no, we just know this shit and so should you in at least the same basic way.'

The bus driver - the one responsible for us at the time, not only did not get help from say the security office just around the corner, but was freaking out as he drove her home with us in tow (if it were my bus she'd not be getting anywhere near it, opting instead to turn her over to people on the location who could help, then taking everyone else home). One of our crowd stood beside him as he drove and calmed him, otherwise there'd be more people to worry about, and a busload of people in an accident is a little more than a step from from some stupid girl who drank too much vodka.

Also, though I felt sorry for how this girl was feeling (and would feel the following day), I washed my hands of her situation in all regards other than her safety. The stupid girl shouldn't have drunk so much. Bottom line.
And she was 19 too... yep, she's probably on her terminated way home right now.
In a way I say just as well. Most of this intake of College Program girls have been the kind who.... well let me word it as such, it looks like Planet Preppy or Barbie-town just exploded in Orlando.

Picking up the beat

Okay, so today we apparently had special managers wandering thru the place checking out the job we're doing. And I'm glad about that cos today I was on the ball and was keeping my zone absolutely immaculate.

It was kinda hot, but if you stayed in the shade it wasn't too bad. Kinda pretty really.

I'm not exactly sure why today was so good. It was probably due to the fact that

I had a loooong sleep lastnite

I remembered to put the pain relief gel on that the chiropractor gave me on friday

I think I've finally worked out the weird as Disney sizing system with my costume

The chiropractor last friday was so awesome. He hooked me up to some electrodey pulse thing for 15mins and then ran what im calling the mini floor buffer over my back, then poked pulled and prodded all these pressure points and stretched me, and then CRACK and damn did it feel good.
I am so going again before I leave. I already feel like I'm wanting another adjustment. I'm not going to go that long without one ever again. I promise to myself.

Tomorrow Nathan and I are going to Magic Kingdom.
There's a pic of him and I and a girl called Bree in my photos, working on New Years.
Huzzah a day off and I'm finally going to a park!
PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN RIDE!

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Right now he and I are in the learning centre at work killing time before the bus home comes. Also we are partaking in some snackage acquired from the vending machine, mostly giggling at the animal biscuits I got. Nice to see someone else is a 7 year old trapped in a 22 year old's body.

Lastnite I perused around Downtown Disney after work and actually looked at things. I clocked out, walked thru World of Disney to see how much Goofy Hats for Ness are, bought myself some popcorn (an indulgence to eat it rather than sweep it), then a strawberry margarita, then to Earl of Sandwich to delight in some of the scrumptiously awesome variations of gourmet toastie-toasties.
Then I walked over to my beloved zone 7 and went into the magic shop where I watched the salesman do trick after trick after trick and now I want to buy the pack of cards and the book for $15.

Then home to keep reading the paperback copy of The Shining I inherited from previous room-mates. You'd be proud of me, I'm actually reading a real book for the first time in quite awhile. Not only that, but flying thru it. I've never read any Stephen King before.

Anyway, hope that keeps you somewhat updated for a while. My net time is up. Will post more from my apartment later if no one else is on the computer.

Bye y'all, and thanks for the emails and hugs over my blue days.

today was a good day
:)

Back to work finally

Good ol' Zone 7...

So lastnite I got to work at the same time as my spunky Puerto Rican boy Jonathon, and every now and then he'd call straight to my walkie-talkie radio and talk to me. We were working in different Zones so I could only see him in breaks and before/after shifts and get lots of cuddles - here my zone partner got jealous declaring "hey she's with me tonite not you!!!"
then
"Ah he only has her for half an hour, I have her all night".

Then they all spoke Spanish with little nods and motions toward me and I cried to Jonathon's shoulder that there was to be no talking about Vicki in Spanish with these older men when she can't understand it. He chuckled and said ok.

It was half-scary, half-nice. Dirty old men, they're worldwide.

It was so cold lastnite I couldnt feel the tip of my nose or my fingers by about 7pm. It's always colder in The Westside too for some reason. Despite that I still love Zone 7 and even 8. Tonite tho I'm taking my kick-ass leather gloves, and we're given little heat packs to activate and put in our gloves or pockets.

When shift finished Jonathon and I killed the 20mins til the bus got in by going to Pleasure Island to see his girlfriend then hang out in the club, Motions for a few songs where I got to dance rather rather close to him - this was met by more mock jealousy when Lucas my Brazilian boy who was working still at the Motions door saw us and pretended to get upset.
I hugged him and blew him a kiss and told him I still loved him and that I'd dance with him soon too.

It was about this time I was reminded of our production of A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum last year where I was hanging in the wings with every female castmember hanging off me.

What?? How did I become the plaything again??

:P

Teehee.
That said, I did like the attention and it cheered me up.
My old roomie L.A has gone home now, so somebody has to be the tart while she's not here!

I liked working lastnite, it was good to go back to work after my 6 boring days off. And it's good being where everyone loves you :)
Just like home.

No way

I really thought they were joking when I heard the name of this airline.

And I thought only Mr Branson was the one who liked his flight attendants big busted and blonde.

big long sigh

yeah, its a bit like that.




why is nobody home or online?
answer your phones dammit.

better yet, someone fly over here and give me some serious hug therapy.
I've been here over a month and I've only had a handful of "real" hugs, most from the same 2 people; a friend of sorts and a coordinator at work.

what crap.
i'm going to bed.

Newsflashes

I have moved apartments, please note the changed postal address on the contacts page.
This will now be my contact address for the next 3 weeks.

The link to the photos page is now fix-ed.

My insane roomie L.A is leaving early tomorrow morning :(

My impromptu four-day weekend isn't worth the back pain responsible and I've found myself a chiropractor - $60, but what alternative do I have?

I've been the giant ear to a few peoples' problems lately and am slowly getting to a 'I don't care, leave me alone' stage. But I called Vanessa late lastnite and that always helps. She made me smile. And giggle. Alot. Thanks hun

I've bought postcards for people... one day I will write in them and send them

I'm just gonna come out and say it: Tinkerbell is a slut. Deal with it.

Unclaimed food in the communal cupboard when moving wards off having to shop for a few days

I need a shower. Moving and cleaning takes it out of you and I'm going out tonite.
Teeheeheeheeheehee

:(

Today I was sent home from work.
I was crying in the pre-shift meeting and trying to be brave. They wasnt enough people there and I knew they needed me.
Then as soon as someone was nice to me I cracked and I had tears streaming down my face. A manager drove me home.
I felt so stupid.

When I got home I crawled back into bed. I've had 3 naps or so between now and then from all the painkillers etc.

I still have to pack for my apartment-change early tomorrow. Bleh.

I used some of my spare time keeping from cabin-fever by walking over to Walgreens and getting some photos done. So huzzah, behold the first of my pictures

:)

Do I have a New Year's Resolution?... Nah

I saw the last Disney fireworks display EVER and damn, did they make the most of it. 13mins of a lit up sky and surprisingly, some of the photos i took came out pretty damn good.
Other than our quick break extension to watch fireworks I was working 9 hours til 2:30am. I had my picture taken with a few guests from Cuba who were elated to meet an Australian. And I found a plastic New Years hat, wore it for about an hour, then was asked by a drunk-ish guy if he could have it, to which I shrugged and gave it to him. This act earned me another photo op, and a hug and a thankyou everytime he saw me after that.
Apart from that small amount of goss I have not much more to say other than today was my day off.
I was called in but I said no, despite enormous overtime it would have earnt me.
My back hasn't hurt this bad since before I started seeing a chiropractor - so that must say that it's been working, cos damn I miss her right now.
I got up from a nap just before and couldnt sit on the edge of the bed properly, I had to either lean forward or lean right back, and to stand I need to walk my hands up my legs. I haven't done that for 6 months or something. Not good and definately not nice :(