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Jul. 27th, 2004 12:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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mr_booboo
Monday- nothing exciting happened to me personally, unless you count the part where I sat down at my desk…completely failing to notice that my chair was nowhere to be seen. However the day was still full of left over excitement from Sunday, when a guy, two days out of prison and off his head, attempted to hold up my store. The poor fool.
Robber: This is a hold up! Give me all the money!
My 24 yr old ditzy Assistant: No. Er. Go Away.
Robber: Give me all the money or I'll shoot!
Assistant: Er. No. Leave us alone.
Robber: *sticks hand into jacket* I'll shoot you!
Assistant: Go away and try and rob someone else.
*robber leaves*
Assist to kitchenhand: Watch where he goes while I call the cops
The hapless robber goes over to the bus stop and attempts to snatch a woman's bag. The woman hangs on determinedly, giving my kitchenhand time to race over. The handle snaps and robber briefly obtains bag before the kitchenhand grabs it off him. The cops catch the robber down nearby alley. By all accounts he was quite glad to go back to prison.
Tuesday - a bit of excitement, as I had been feeling a bit left out. Had reluctantly served food to a couple of Noongar girls high on metho. (I couldn't see it but they reeked of it) Shortly after the father of a family eating food in the restaurant asks me to call the cops as the girls are harassing his daughter. So I get to shout at them for a bit until they leave. I swear having a toddler has honed my command voice to a fine edge.
Wednesday - I leave home for lunch at the folks. Notice as I'm pulling out of the driveway that the high winds have blown the gates open. No sign of the dog to my surprise and dismay. (The only other time this ever happeneddragonfly8 and I were out, but returned home to find the mutt patiently waiting in the driveway) Not this time. Luckily I find him having a nose around down the street but by the time I find stuff to secure the gate against the winds am running quite late. Despite having called ahead they've still waited and left food in the pan and now it's overcooked. Eat in atmosphere of long-suffering and guilt inducing silence.
Thursday - On the way to work a cat plays Chicken with my car. Despite my Glare o' Death and controlled braking and swerving, the cat goes under my wheels.
(Note for cat lovers - cat last seen alive and apparently well)
Later that day as I am playing a different kind of cat and mouse game with a couple of Noongar guys who are trying to steal stuff..
Cashier (quietly) I think they just tried to open the till. They pressed buttons and now something's weird with the screen.
Me - Oh well.
*gives guys the food they've actually paid for and they leave*
Me *studies till* Hey check this out. *gets excited* They fixed that problem we were having!
Later it occurs to me that I may be getting a bit blasé about robbery attempts.
GUD!! Am unavoidably stuck back at work late, so am a little stressed as I race through showering and dressing up. Which possibly explained my choice of clingy sleeveless dress. Also, stockings apparently not required even in winter as long as you have boots and coat. Race (in a totally not-speeding way) to pick upspecial_trille and off we go to cricketk's place. Am impressed with how much time we have to spare.
Me What fabulous café shall we go and eat a leisurely meal at?
Trille. With our tickets tucked warmly in our pockets.
Me *cry*
So off we go, Cricket helpfully pointing out that I should have taken the freeway as it's only 18 minutes that way, me determined to show that my secret way is faster.
Am foiled by car accident completely blocking a major intersection. Turn off into the burbs, to cut through back to the main road. Except not. Because we're stuck in a nowhere land.
At about which time we remember the Emma Incident and kick ourselves. I kicked me lots, as was actually there for the Emma incident and was in fact the person who asked the BOCS people if you could replacement tickets if you used your credit card.
Finally we rescue the tickets and off we go again. Except there's no time to eat anymore. Am forced to distribute survival rations of mixed nuts from the glove compartment.
We do, however, arrive in good time for the show, which of course rocks! Despite drunken hecklers who just wouldn't shut the fuck up.
Have major love and full body hug with Cameron Bruce. Am all about the Cameron love. Handshake and cheek kiss with that bloke Paul…. And a big enthusiastic kiss from Mick when I mentioned he kissed me in Melbourne.
So we pick this cute Italian café for sustenance after the show. While waiting for our meal to show there's this BANG! and the lights go out for a minute or two.
But then the lights go on and food starts appearing. Meal is good, but now we need coffee. Uh uh. No, apparently the BANG! was the coffee machine blowing up. Twinkly old Italian guy wanders over and offers us tea, which we turn our noses up at. Then he offers us wine. Free. Reluctantly we decide it's too late for wine. Then he offers us port. Free. I think he was trying to impress Cricket, there was much attentiveness in her general direction. Still, tempting as port sounds, we do the sensible thing. 'Come back tomorrow and have two coffees free!' the man insists.
As we walk down the street we realise we've been charged $12 dollars for water we assumed was free. Because, nobody said it wasn't. Also, really annoyingly, it wasn't even very much water.
Friday - Where nothing at all weird happens. Until midnight. We're in a hotel room in Mandurah. Our madcap plans of staying up late and getting pissed and playing cards having all come to naught due having worn ourselves out wearing the kids out so they'd go to sleep. We're all tucked up asleep in our beds when, from next door's balcony...
Man *long drunken LOUD phone conversation*
Suddenly
Man Don't fucking touch me!
Woman (screaming) I'm not fucking touching you!
Man Don't fucking touch me!
Woman I'm not fucking touching you, you fucking asshole!
This went on for overhalf an hour accompanied by much door slamming.
We all found it a bit hard to sleep afterwards.
Saturday - Nice morning stroll, much playing on playground equipment by children and occasionally by adults. Morning coffee at pleasant new age shop/coffee shop on a jetty.
(There was this large pewter-looking dragon curled around a bowl from which water bubbled and purple mist swirled. A very small part of my brain said clearly "Oh my god that is so tacky and only one of those loony fannish types would waste money on that!" The other 90% of my brain went "Oh my god that is so fab! I wants it! How much is it?")
More walking and playing on playground equipment. Finally find ourselves at a Book Café that proclaims it has fantastic food and lovely owners. And books you can just read, and toys for the kids. It looks like paradise.
We share amusing conversation with the lovely owners while I debate having something new and exciting but end up choosing the nachos, because the menu says it has refried beans as well as salsa. We happily wait for our food. Bunny and I play competetive Mastermind. Bunny announces she's weed in her knickers. So off she and I go to the local toilets, about 100m or so away. We get back shortly before lunch is served. Pretty much one at a time, so everyone else has eaten half their food before I start stressing.
Me - I think they've forgotten me.
silver_b_a How could they? You're unforgettable, Sarren.
Me *preens*
*goes to kitchen door* I think I've been forgotten.
Owner 1 *Looks at order* I'll kill her. Er… don't worry it only takes two minutes.
Me *doubtful* *sits down*
Two minutes later nachos arrive. I start eating. There's no refried beans. It's just salsa and corn chips. I don't like just salsa and corn chips
So I'm sitting there, grumpy, and in my head all I can hear iszebra363's voice sarren, you have to face the fact that you're fussy and critical
Me *pouting* Oh fuck it.
*goes to kitchen door* I'm sorry, but it says it has refried beans in it on the menu.
Owners *deer in headlights looks*
Owner 1 It's supposed to be mixed in with the salsa. It says so on the tin!
Me *defeated, sits down and picks at nearly cold food*
Me It's not even very warm. *Looks around at sympathetic faces and empty plates.*
fussy and critical...fussy and critical
Me Ah fuck it.
*goes to kitchen door* I'm really sorry but this is not even very warm. This is not a good meal. Could you please just nuke it.
Owner 2 *apologetically* Can I get you something else?
Me No, my friends have finished and we have to go because the kids are getting antsy. Can you just put it in a takeaway container and nuke it?
While this is happening I go to pay. Owner 2 is flustered and can't remember what we all had. I tell her each item clearly to many cries of "I'll just charge you for…"
Me If it makes you feel any better, this sort of thing happens to me all the time.
Also scored a free book as they wouldn't let me pay for the secondhand book I wanted.
So then, fun things in the arvo and then - dinnertime.
I go get stuff from a takeaway joint to take back to the room for everyone. Of course, they've just run out of what I want and have to substitute other stuff, which they give me a discount on.
So a cheap day out, foodwise.
Kids down for the count, there's wild drinking and card playing. (Okay, it was UNO and I had one Passionfruit vodka drink).
Sunday - got home and there was odd happenings. But for a change, not my story to tell.
mr_boobooMonday- nothing exciting happened to me personally, unless you count the part where I sat down at my desk…completely failing to notice that my chair was nowhere to be seen. However the day was still full of left over excitement from Sunday, when a guy, two days out of prison and off his head, attempted to hold up my store. The poor fool.
Robber: This is a hold up! Give me all the money!
My 24 yr old ditzy Assistant: No. Er. Go Away.
Robber: Give me all the money or I'll shoot!
Assistant: Er. No. Leave us alone.
Robber: *sticks hand into jacket* I'll shoot you!
Assistant: Go away and try and rob someone else.
*robber leaves*
Assist to kitchenhand: Watch where he goes while I call the cops
The hapless robber goes over to the bus stop and attempts to snatch a woman's bag. The woman hangs on determinedly, giving my kitchenhand time to race over. The handle snaps and robber briefly obtains bag before the kitchenhand grabs it off him. The cops catch the robber down nearby alley. By all accounts he was quite glad to go back to prison.
Tuesday - a bit of excitement, as I had been feeling a bit left out. Had reluctantly served food to a couple of Noongar girls high on metho. (I couldn't see it but they reeked of it) Shortly after the father of a family eating food in the restaurant asks me to call the cops as the girls are harassing his daughter. So I get to shout at them for a bit until they leave. I swear having a toddler has honed my command voice to a fine edge.
Wednesday - I leave home for lunch at the folks. Notice as I'm pulling out of the driveway that the high winds have blown the gates open. No sign of the dog to my surprise and dismay. (The only other time this ever happened
dragonfly8 and I were out, but returned home to find the mutt patiently waiting in the driveway) Not this time. Luckily I find him having a nose around down the street but by the time I find stuff to secure the gate against the winds am running quite late. Despite having called ahead they've still waited and left food in the pan and now it's overcooked. Eat in atmosphere of long-suffering and guilt inducing silence.Thursday - On the way to work a cat plays Chicken with my car. Despite my Glare o' Death and controlled braking and swerving, the cat goes under my wheels.
(Note for cat lovers - cat last seen alive and apparently well)
Later that day as I am playing a different kind of cat and mouse game with a couple of Noongar guys who are trying to steal stuff..
Cashier (quietly) I think they just tried to open the till. They pressed buttons and now something's weird with the screen.
Me - Oh well.
*gives guys the food they've actually paid for and they leave*
Me *studies till* Hey check this out. *gets excited* They fixed that problem we were having!
Later it occurs to me that I may be getting a bit blasé about robbery attempts.
GUD!! Am unavoidably stuck back at work late, so am a little stressed as I race through showering and dressing up. Which possibly explained my choice of clingy sleeveless dress. Also, stockings apparently not required even in winter as long as you have boots and coat. Race (in a totally not-speeding way) to pick up
special_trille and off we go to cricketk's place. Am impressed with how much time we have to spare.Me What fabulous café shall we go and eat a leisurely meal at?
Trille. With our tickets tucked warmly in our pockets.
Me *cry*
So off we go, Cricket helpfully pointing out that I should have taken the freeway as it's only 18 minutes that way, me determined to show that my secret way is faster.
Am foiled by car accident completely blocking a major intersection. Turn off into the burbs, to cut through back to the main road. Except not. Because we're stuck in a nowhere land.
At about which time we remember the Emma Incident and kick ourselves. I kicked me lots, as was actually there for the Emma incident and was in fact the person who asked the BOCS people if you could replacement tickets if you used your credit card.
Finally we rescue the tickets and off we go again. Except there's no time to eat anymore. Am forced to distribute survival rations of mixed nuts from the glove compartment.
We do, however, arrive in good time for the show, which of course rocks! Despite drunken hecklers who just wouldn't shut the fuck up.
Have major love and full body hug with Cameron Bruce. Am all about the Cameron love. Handshake and cheek kiss with that bloke Paul…. And a big enthusiastic kiss from Mick when I mentioned he kissed me in Melbourne.
So we pick this cute Italian café for sustenance after the show. While waiting for our meal to show there's this BANG! and the lights go out for a minute or two.
But then the lights go on and food starts appearing. Meal is good, but now we need coffee. Uh uh. No, apparently the BANG! was the coffee machine blowing up. Twinkly old Italian guy wanders over and offers us tea, which we turn our noses up at. Then he offers us wine. Free. Reluctantly we decide it's too late for wine. Then he offers us port. Free. I think he was trying to impress Cricket, there was much attentiveness in her general direction. Still, tempting as port sounds, we do the sensible thing. 'Come back tomorrow and have two coffees free!' the man insists.
As we walk down the street we realise we've been charged $12 dollars for water we assumed was free. Because, nobody said it wasn't. Also, really annoyingly, it wasn't even very much water.
Friday - Where nothing at all weird happens. Until midnight. We're in a hotel room in Mandurah. Our madcap plans of staying up late and getting pissed and playing cards having all come to naught due having worn ourselves out wearing the kids out so they'd go to sleep. We're all tucked up asleep in our beds when, from next door's balcony...
Man *long drunken LOUD phone conversation*
Suddenly
Man Don't fucking touch me!
Woman (screaming) I'm not fucking touching you!
Man Don't fucking touch me!
Woman I'm not fucking touching you, you fucking asshole!
This went on for over
We all found it a bit hard to sleep afterwards.
Saturday - Nice morning stroll, much playing on playground equipment by children and occasionally by adults. Morning coffee at pleasant new age shop/coffee shop on a jetty.
(There was this large pewter-looking dragon curled around a bowl from which water bubbled and purple mist swirled. A very small part of my brain said clearly "Oh my god that is so tacky and only one of those loony fannish types would waste money on that!" The other 90% of my brain went "Oh my god that is so fab! I wants it! How much is it?")
More walking and playing on playground equipment. Finally find ourselves at a Book Café that proclaims it has fantastic food and lovely owners. And books you can just read, and toys for the kids. It looks like paradise.
We share amusing conversation with the lovely owners while I debate having something new and exciting but end up choosing the nachos, because the menu says it has refried beans as well as salsa. We happily wait for our food. Bunny and I play competetive Mastermind. Bunny announces she's weed in her knickers. So off she and I go to the local toilets, about 100m or so away. We get back shortly before lunch is served. Pretty much one at a time, so everyone else has eaten half their food before I start stressing.
Me - I think they've forgotten me.
silver_b_a How could they? You're unforgettable, Sarren.Me *preens*
*goes to kitchen door* I think I've been forgotten.
Owner 1 *Looks at order* I'll kill her. Er… don't worry it only takes two minutes.
Me *doubtful* *sits down*
Two minutes later nachos arrive. I start eating. There's no refried beans. It's just salsa and corn chips. I don't like just salsa and corn chips
So I'm sitting there, grumpy, and in my head all I can hear is
zebra363's voice sarren, you have to face the fact that you're fussy and criticalMe *pouting* Oh fuck it.
*goes to kitchen door* I'm sorry, but it says it has refried beans in it on the menu.
Owners *deer in headlights looks*
Owner 1 It's supposed to be mixed in with the salsa. It says so on the tin!
Me *defeated, sits down and picks at nearly cold food*
Me It's not even very warm. *Looks around at sympathetic faces and empty plates.*
fussy and critical...fussy and critical
Me Ah fuck it.
*goes to kitchen door* I'm really sorry but this is not even very warm. This is not a good meal. Could you please just nuke it.
Owner 2 *apologetically* Can I get you something else?
Me No, my friends have finished and we have to go because the kids are getting antsy. Can you just put it in a takeaway container and nuke it?
While this is happening I go to pay. Owner 2 is flustered and can't remember what we all had. I tell her each item clearly to many cries of "I'll just charge you for…"
Me If it makes you feel any better, this sort of thing happens to me all the time.
Also scored a free book as they wouldn't let me pay for the secondhand book I wanted.
So then, fun things in the arvo and then - dinnertime.
I go get stuff from a takeaway joint to take back to the room for everyone. Of course, they've just run out of what I want and have to substitute other stuff, which they give me a discount on.
So a cheap day out, foodwise.
Kids down for the count, there's wild drinking and card playing. (Okay, it was UNO and I had one Passionfruit vodka drink).
Sunday - got home and there was odd happenings. But for a change, not my story to tell.
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Date: 2004-07-27 02:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-27 07:10 am (UTC)But I love ya anyway.
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Date: 2004-07-27 07:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-27 11:35 am (UTC)Although going to see GUD, and getting seriously good cuddle from Cam, Mick and that cute little feral kitten does tend to have amazing restorative powers.
ponders setting up a GUD shrine for daily meditation and general wellbeing
BTW how is the McDermott mullet progressing?
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Date: 2004-07-28 03:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-29 12:22 pm (UTC)warm glow @ the Cameron pic.
snortlaughter "It's lucky I noticed him at all."