So I've started putting some money away so I can apply for another loan to pay out GE and have some money to go on a holiday. I can't remember if I have already mentioned this or not. We are planning to go to Fiji in October if all goes to plan. I've only managed to put away $30 in the last two weeks which is poor. I didn't get enough pay this week because they've finally taken money out for a sick day I had about three weeks ago.

I still haven't gotten my new Medicare card because I am lazy. This is bad because I really need one so I can go and get my prescriptions which I've been sitting on for the last month. Bleh.

I gave my resume to Rob and he's given this to his boss. Apparently they reviewed them today and I should hear something from them soon. I'm still not sure whether I want to leave yet because I am going to take holidays in October goddamnit.

I still have outstanding gas and phone bills to pay which is worrying as I do not have any money left to pay them this week. I also don't have enough to go and do a regular grocery shop so it's going to be poor meals for the next two weeks which I am not looking forward to... however, this may be a good thing as I am trying to lose weight. I feel like I am just stacking on the kilos and I don't feel comfortable in my own skin. Not to mention the fact that I can barely fit into any of my clothes and I have no money to buy more.

I am really tired and I think I may go to bed now.

Sam and Karen have quit and Hayley is leaving Motor Claims for Home Claims. Argh. Down three Techs! I don't know what we are going to do. Also Amelia has already applied for another job, Amy heads to England in about three weeks. Blergh. We are gonna be up shit creek.

Did the radio with Griff and Rob last night. Heaps of people from work listened which was nice, even though I didn't really get the chance to sing. I got a bit mad when I accidently mentioned the Cumby on air and Griff got a bit righteous and shit... then told me that it was "funny". Hrm, well I'm sorry that I'm not a big radio professional like YOU... *rolls eyes*... it's not like I was bloody plugging the shit out of it... *rolls eyes again*

Work wasn't too bad today. Jessie wasn't there so I didn't have to put up with her retard tantrums and bullshit moods. I felt a lot more relaxed and laughed heaps. Claire was fucking hilarious. Too bad it wasn't Friday. I so don't want to go to work tomorrow though. I kinda feel like I've been coming down with something... my throat feels sore but not... I guess it could be from all the talking I do all day.

Bored now and Tired. Bye bye.

Well, where to start?

Three girls on permanent positions at work have now resigned in the last three weeks and hence, I have been offered a permanent position now. I have applied for one of three positions this week but I am yet to find out whether I got one.

I don't want to stay there, they aren't paying me enough, but everyone is saying how other insurance companies are crap. They pay more, but the work is different. Apprently we have better systems at Allianz and I think we are the only company that offers teleclaims and shit, I'd rather do those than lodge paper claims all day.

I have a job interview next week at Lifeplan. Huzzah!

So it was Tim's 21st last night. We got there early so we could help set up and I helped Griff's mum in the kitchen organising food and what not. His friends started rocking up from 8pm and I was starving. The BBQ was yummy but I had started having massive stomach pains and remained in pain for most of the night.

The speeches were hilarious, especially the one James made. The look on their Dad's face was priceless as he spoke about porn and bucket bongs.

I didn't know anyone there apart from Charlie, Tim, Tim and Griff, so it was a bit weird sometimes when I was just left sitting there on my own, but a couple of Tim's friends introduced themselves to me which was nice.

We hung around for a long time and Charlie and Griff started this painting which was cool and Griff says he's going to finish it off and give to me. I started cleaning the place up and Griff pinched a bag full of goodies, like chips and garlic bread and stuff. We invited Tim and Tim and Charlie to our Gold Rotisserie Madness/Housewarming party (thanks to Crispy and Michelle - can't wait to have you guys over!) and Griff advised everyone to bring their own dead chicken or lamb.

It was quite a fun night and now I feel like crap. I did have plans to go to Colour King today and get a fridge but there is no way I am going to leave the house today. In fact, I might go back to bed once I'm finished this entry.

Bit annoyed since I wanted to go to Colour King yesterday as well... but we stayed late at Funk Shop as well. Alcohol seems to be hitting me a lot harder than it used to... I had about 5 drinks over eight hours last night and I feel way crap. So yeah. I really do need to a fridge before moving into my new house for obvious reasons, yet all my plans have been fucked up this weekend (ie, getting to the bank on Saturday morning to draw out enough money for the bond and to pay out Radio Rentals, heading to Bed-E-Buys and the Rug and Mattress warehouse, Colour King... etc etc). I have no idea how we are supposed to do all this without a car, but hey.

Not looking forward to going to work tomorrow. I just can't be bothered. Have started scanning the paper for new jobs, but can't really be bothered applying for anything right now. Might wait until a couple of months before my current contract runs out.

Have a feeling I'm going to piss the majority of this loan against the wall without buying anything that I actually need because I won't be able to get where I need to get furniture and shit, which is pissing me off. Might be nice if the effort I made to be at someone else's shindigs was reciprocated and then I could get my shit done.

I was lectured on Friday night by a so called friend on how Griff could get a job. I am pretty annoyed that my finances and personal situations seem to be up for public discussion as he raised the issue in front of people whom I would have preferred it not be raised in front of. However one of them was brave enough to advise this so called friend that it was none of his or their business, however this so called friend continue to tell me how it's not fair that I work a 40 hour week and blah blah blah. It's hurt me more because I know how it hurts Griff, when he is trying so hard to do what he wants to do. And let's face it... at least he's doing what 90 percent of people don't get to do... he's trying to live his fucking dream. I wish I could do that, but I need a full time job to support my rent and shit.

I don't know, I'm sick of people making an example out of me I suppose. I'm pretty sure that Lucy has discussed the issue of us moving out together with Hayley, hence the reason she has bailed on me... as she's also spending more and more time with her and that crew and never really talks to me much anymore. I'm quite upset and annoyed as I though Lucy was one of my good friends on a flash in the pan friend. I guess these things happen though.

Well, I better get off this goddamn machine and lie down. I feel CRAPOLA.

I am officially unimportant as Griff has removed the link to my blog from his STUPID live journal.

OH.

And he also removed the photo I had on here. No matter how much he protests that he didn't do it... I know that he did.

He is the icecream destroyer and I hate him.

No he's trying to blackmail me into going for a walk to the shop to get chocolate biscuits.

But I refuse.

He can never make up for destroying my icecream.

Yar.

That's what he says. And it's STUPID.

I am going to dye my hair tomorrow and it's going to be awesome.

I also bought some new moisturizer called Happyderm. It smells nice.

Griff says he likes Cool Charms better... but what would that STUPID icecream destroyer know.

NOTHING.

I am very clever and funny.

Now he wants to do an entry on his own journal and I bet he's going to try and be funny. But he can't be funny. I am the funniest. Ever.

Oh and people who destoy icecreams are the worst people in the world. Especially when they tell you that there are only two bites left when there are like, a million bites left. And then they laugh. And then they offer you fries... like fries are going to make up for the sweet sweet icecream that's now melting on the grotty bitumen. No. NO! They are NOT going to make up for that sweet sweet icecream melting and mushing into the bitumen.

Oh. And then they offer you a sip of their Coke. But then they say that they never said that.