Because I don’t plan to blog anytime before 2010, I figured I would reflect on things that have happened to me in 2009. Major things. This blog entry is about things that I’ve learnt, things that have happened1, and things are still successfully happening, etc. Nothing is in order. It’s all written as it’s come to my mind. Infact, if you where to read it if it was in any order. Most of this year most likely won’t make sense.
My dream job.
Where do I begin on this? I applied for dairy assistant jobs at the end of 2008, I had a few phone interviews, none which called back. Until Ockie called and asked a few question. He knew I had one day’s exp in a milking shed, but aside from that, no other exp working on a farm. He must of known I was keen from the sound of my voice. He talked it over with JP2 and wa-la. I’m on the path to my dream career. I started on the 1st of June. & I’m still working here, and loving it! It just gets a little stress full sometimes! The work isn’t hard, it’s the hours that do it. But it’s rewarding! And if I go through with it, right until the end, I could become a dairy owner!
Snobby Cafes are owned by snobby owners.
So I worked at The Library Cafe, in Onehunga. I really like customer service. I love the atmosphere, the chat, the smiles and even those annoying little kids that parents insist on bringing with them. All would be well and good, until the boss turned up. I really don’t think she knew how to manage a buiness. I know that sounds funny, coming from a 18 year old, but I’ve watched my aunt do it. And this lady failed. There where always staff quitting, getting “fired” and all sorts of crap. Three things happened at this cafe that made me hate it
- The boss gave my friend time off, to go to a tangi3 then turned around and said “Oh, the chef just asked for time off, and I’m giving it to her. Even though you asked first, and you have a funeral to go to. So if you don’t turn up to work, you’ll get fired”. Said friend was fired.
- They changed the rosters without telling anyone. Then we’d get in trouble for not turning up on time etc. Legally, they have to have a “Set in stone” roster by week end. After that, they have to ask the staff if they can change start times etc. They didn’t even give us notice, let alone ask us!
- Cleche I know, but the boss only ever saw me doing bad shit. I was always cleaning shit up. And the one time I’d forget, or be extremely busy because we where understaffed, I’d get told off for it. She never noticed when I actually DID anything.
So basically they said “You have to decide if you want to work here or not, because4 we’re sick of this”. I decided no. Why work somewhere, where you hate the boss, and dread coming to work everyday? You should of seen the look on her face when I handed in my resignation. She asked if I had another job. I lied and said “Ya, a dairy farming job in a few months, until then, I’m working at Dressmart”. Ironically, I got a job I applied for at Dressmart (Cotton on Body) then got a farming job! I love how life works sometimes.
When your friend is a slut
I went to stay in Bulls, the place where I called home. Up until recently; My best friend, the one who I’d stayed in contact with ever since I left Bulls, is apprently a slut. To a cut a long story short, I got ditched for a root. I had to smoke weed5, and I’m sure I nearly got raped. All so she could have a root with a guy she doesn’t know, and is possibly related to. She also ditched our other friend6 who was getting a bash. OK so half of the story is; We went to a party Roy didn’t want to go to because he knew people there where going to bash him. Bridget (Ex-friend) said “Aw nah bro! You’re all goodz aye! You’re with me cuz!”. So we go. Roy gets the bash, and I ride in cars with boys.
I don’t really talk to her now. We used to be LIKE THIS. (OK, I don’t have a picture of 2 figures crossed over, but we where like sisters). Now she’s that hoe I used to hang with.
My dad does drugs. To much drugs.
My dad was out of a job this year. But he didn’t stop smoking weed. I had to move this year and WINZ wouldn’t help me out. Dad said he couldn’t help with the finacial side of things either. But he still smoked weed and drunk beer.
My dad accused me of knowing I had to tell him measurements of my stuff to get it freighted. He never told me that. Ever. He said “Mel will go to work and find out some info for you, just sit tight and wait a couple of weeks”. So I did. 6 weeks later, I get my own freight sorted.
My dad told me to grow up while we had a huge fight. Because I admited that he hadn’t helped with anything about the move. He said “Yes we have”. I asked “What then?”. He couldn’t think of anything so he told me to grow up and screamed at me. I ended up going to my aunts then my bros. My dad is an arse.
My dad brought my car I bought from Aucks to Chch. I was at work when he arrived, so my neighbor introduced herself etc. The first thing he asked her was “Do you have weed, or where can I get some?” He then pulled out a fiver. I assume he was going to use the money I gave him to pay for anything if she had said “Yes actually I do”. Luckily she knew how I felt about my dad and drugs. And said “oh no, I’ve just run out”. Joy.
If I didn’t have a boyfriend, I would of starved to death.
Ok, I wouldn’t of starved. And it’s not actually my boyfriends doing. It’s his parents. I was an idiot and ran myself out a food. The next door neighbor who promised to take me shopping was always “Tired” or “Not in the mood” even though I gave them free broadband and phone use etc. All they had to do was sit next to me while I drive (I didn’t have a license then). Anyhow, I called Jared’s parents, I wasn’t in dire need of food, but I just asked if I could maybe do a food shop online and if they could please bring it out. They went above and beyond and did a quick shop for me that night. And refused any type of payment for it. Before this, they helped me move, without accepting my petrol money, or any money at all. They are really kind people. I’m so glad I have them if anything goes wrong.
I’m not a bitch though! I”m buying them something they want ((They don’t know I’m getting it though). Two gift certificates to go on a whale watching type tour. On a boat. 
(Jared asked casually, what they’d want to do sometimes soon).
Jared and I, still going strong.
Dec the 8th marked our 2 year anniversary. I actually had the time off, but we didn’t do a lot. We just went shopping. (I needed new clothes, and he really didn’t mind). Aside from the clingy-mess I’ve become lately, we’re going well. When I say clingy mess. I’ve changed from the mess I was in the last post. I just keep to myself about it. I’m not so worried anymore. Because I know he loves me. 
Also, since moving 30mins away from him, and seeing him more then once a term, I’ve discovered he is very talented in the bedroom. I already knew this, partly, I just thought though, it was perhaps because we didn’t see each other often, and if we had sex often, it’d get boring. Boy was I wrong! 
I dropped a dress size
OK, so this started in ’08. But stopped at the start of the year at 14. (I was pretty much a size 18) However, recently, my size 14 clothes have been falling off me! I can’t decide if this is good or bad, as it means I must shop. I hate to shop. But it means I look great!. yE!
Independence.
Yes, that’s right. I’m an adult. Kinda. I pay my bills, clean my house, do my washing, drive my car, eat my food. It’s scary, and hard. And I’ve only just stopped calling my mum every night. Now it’s about ever 2nd – 3rd night. 
It’s been a huge learning curve. DYK, it’s not easy working a 12h+ job and keeping a clean house, and eating? To the point where sometimes I don’t eat, or sometimes I don’t clean. Sometimes, I’m to tired to do either, so I don’t.
I have to fight my own battles now (although tbh I mostly already did). I have to be mature and spend money wisely. I have to eat sensibly. And all this other stuff only grown ups do.
Sometimes I want to give up being a grown up. Then I remember “Hey, harden up”. Ye.
I didn’t get UE
University Entrance. I pretty much didn’t even try. I mean, I have the books here to do it. But after I got this job, I was kinda like “Fuck it”. I really need it though. In case I suck at farming and need to go to Uni. Before you say “But don’t you need to go to Uni for the business side of things?” No. I don’t. AgITO. Kthx.
Along with jobs, come an income
Yes. Doesn’t everyone love money? I mean, I hate what it represents. But, we need it. And I’ve got it. Well, did. I’ve recently brought a car, a TV and DVD / surround sound system. A camera, an iPod, food, a little more food (I like to eat) petrol, gifts, trips for my family down here. And yes. Now I’ve no money.
And with that my friends (or not). I say good bye for 2009. In the hope I can perhaps write an intriguing blog next year, to catch readers attention.. and perhaps gain a few.. friends.
- Bad and good [↩]
- My now-other boss [↩]
- A Maori Funeral [↩]
- read point 3 [↩]
- I used to, but I stopped last year [↩]
- Roy, a guy [↩]
