I've been thinking about leaving Newcastle. It might be the fact that I just need a change. Or it might be the fact that my cupboard door keeps on falling off, my washing machine just broke its lid, my oven doesn't work properly, my window won't open properly, and the wooden fence surrounding the verandah is falling apart at the seams.
My brother rang me up today and told me that his boss needs workers for a full-time job in rural Victoria, soon. The offer sounds mighty tempting. I'd love to save up some money so I can go overseas. (I'm currently working part-time/casual here in Newcastle, and am not earning much, either. Most of my money goes on rent and food.)
Is it time to quit? What is the best way to quit? Or maybe I should work out some ways to get fired:
a) Call the boss rude names
b) Grope my editor's bum (she hates me already, so this is guaranteed to work)
c) Start blogging at work instead of actually working at work (though this is based on the flawed assumption that I do actually do work at work, instead of blogging)
d) Contract leprosy - (I can't work properly if all my fingers drop off, can I?)
What do you think?
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8 comments:
"Forget" to wear pants.
- Marty
Are you supposed to wear pants to work? I'm surprised I haven't been fired already. ;-)
BTW, you're posting some good shit at the moment Marty. Keep it up!
Move to Sydney move to Sydney move to Sydney move to Sydney move to Sydney! etc.
Stay where you are and keep blogging on the job.
Rafe
Do it Tim... move... you will love it. We will take you out for jolly weekend jamborees and all will be good and happy.
You don't blog at work? That is unAustralian!
You should look up porn at work -- blatantly... and yell out stuff like - "Cor, look at the tits on that" and "I did't know you could get it in that hole."
Or just stop turning up.
Thanks for all the advice. Haven't made up my mind yet. The job's in Robinvale, apparently, so jolly weekened jaunts and jamborees might be a bit difficult to arrange :( Anyway, I'll do some more asking around tomorrow before I come to a decision.
Newcastle sucks. If a bucket of blood, urine, and vomit was an Australian town, it would be Newcastle. Leave Newcastle, Tim.
Oh, except for that pie place. That's a good reason to stay.
Love,
Your Uncle David.
http://www.metalcity.org
Thank you, Uncle David, but it's not that bad.
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