Holidays; days of holi. It's like Swotvac, without the exams! Sounds good, right?
Wrong. I am so fucking bored.
At what point did society decide that the 14-week grind of sleeping in air-con for 2 hours occasionally deserve a 3-month sabbatical?
3 months is like one-quarter of the year. If you ordered one-quarter of a chicken for lunch you'd be fairly full. Let me tell you this: I'm all chicken'd out, bitch.
Enough of the cucks who claim to have filled the time.
‘Ooooh I'm working full time because my Dad has a job and now I have a job at his job. Ooooh. I get coffee every morning and think I’m working hard. Oooh. I get a lift to work with Dad but a bus home so I feel like a working stiff. Oooooh.’
Hey, my Dad doesn't have a job. He's a masseuse by trade and he just got laid off. You know why?
Yep, because it's holidays and everyone is so fucking relaxed. No need for a massage. Unless the massage is the natural massage provided by the gently breaking waves down by that beach near Burleigh Pavillion (I always forget the name). So now my Dad, bless him, is pretty stressed about being made redundant. And the stress of unemployment has made him so sore that he needed a massage. There is no deeper, more tragic shame than that of a recently fired 51-year old masseuse trudging back to the parlour and asking Alexander for 'the one I used to do so well.'
They didn't give him a discount. They just gave him a massage. And the saline damage to his cheeks caused by a flurry of wet, salty tears rolling down his face. The only wet, salty tears rolling down my masseuse father’s face should have been the tears of Poseidon as he swam in the rolling, thunderous waves at that beach near the Burleigh Heads Surf Club.
And don’t get me started on those ‘other ones’ on holidays. The ones who actually go overseas? Ever heard of a plane crash you reckless clowns?
It's legit still like a month til classes. Laneway hasn't even been. Sing about that, Mitski.
Anyway, probably no more to come. Anyone want to grab lunch in the city tomorrow?