Today we took a road trip out to York, where my mother has just bought a block of land. At the moment, it’s a patch of weeds with a slight tilt to the left, but it has a nice view of a nearby mountain.

I don’t think she’s planning to build on it, and I don’t think it’s going to rise much in value either (let’s face it - it’s two hours from Perth. They don’t even have gas & sewerage) so I’m not sure why she bought it. It was cheap though, and it’s nice to know that if I’m ever in York I can pitch a tent for free.

Mood:    :|    (meh)

The boss told me off yesterday because there have been too many unexplained till shortages (where, like, money went missing). I don’t think he thinks I’m stealing, he just thinks I’m clumsy. Which is a shame, because he’s really onto something. I am clueless when it comes to doing simple things quickly, like remembering whether I have given someone change already or not. If really I want to remember something, I have to write it on a page torn from the TV guide, transfer it to my diary later, and forget about it for two weeks until it suddenly becomes very useful to have known about it the day before. Trying to deal with a que of three or four grumpy customers quickly and remember who wants what and where the cash is pretty difficult. Especially with dodgy f**kers who rip you off sonofabitch-I’mgonnaripyerfaceoffandfeedittomy
dogbastarddon’tcomebackcosIknow
yourfaceandwhatcaryoudrive’n
I’mcallin’thecops.

:|

That’s not even how you spell ‘queue’ is it?