Stu's Rusty Bucket

Tuesday, October 28, 2003

Work…

I’m working all day saturday. not tooo bad, since my Boss said we will get a day in lieu. Lets just say if on saturday things go tits up, half our department, most of the IT guys, the AS400 support team and the QA team will get sacked (ok a severe wrist smacking)…

i’m working xmas day, boxing day and i’m working new years day....

yay for work with no extra pay.

Monday, October 27, 2003

these peanuts have sweetener!

well I have post holiday depression. who wants to be back at work? back to my little dog kennel of a room.

the holiday was great. dont really know what more to say other than it was a grea time.... mountain biking and lazing around, so much more fun than work!

took a few snaps. nothing much. they will have to wait until later.

saw kill bill.. was.. mm.. in two minds.. i liked it.  its ok.  it doesnt make my rave about list.

managed to see matrix 2 on dvd. what suckage. taking the computer paradigm to stupid limits. it was pretty crap.

i left my bike behind.

now i am back home.

i have post holiday depression.

its cold and dark. no daylight savings. 4pm it gets DARK!  i feel like I live in the arctic circle up here.

two tube derailments in my time away. joyous celebrations unlikely.  who wants to get on the tube these days??

i’m playing prince of persia on my gameboy. there is no save point on level 6+7! so i have to keep restarting from level 5. aaaargh dammit.

stu is feeling blue.

it feels funny to have left my bike so far away…

magic fm is playing some old bob seger…

I know it’s late..
I know your weary…
I know your plans don’t include me…
still here we are..
both of us lonely…
longing for shelter from all that we see…

im gonna go make some hot chocolatey type water in milk powder drinking substance.

did you know peanuts have sweetener? just like toothpaste? fuck me does everything have sweetener in it now??? even mouthwash has fucking sweetener in it.

Thursday, October 09, 2003

holiday.

on holiday.

Tuesday, October 07, 2003

assault.

well.. tonight was bloody fun. NOT.

so i do extra work tonight to miss the rush.. making my way home, i grab the 6:40pm metro overland..

just me and my big folded up cardboard box (packing shit to take to stu + helens).. it gets crowded. all seats taken. the doorway is full of people.

this guy gets on and starts shout and yelling ‘fucking move it. c’mon moving. get the fuck otuta the way’.

i dont think much of it. some drunk shit wanting a seat i figure.

train slowly pulls out, we clear the platform end, ‘fucken move it awright fuk yuuuu’.
there is a kafuffle. someone pulls the emergeancy stopper.

fists go flying.  aahfuck. its some cockney bloke mouthing off, missing a few teeth. he has a dog with him (no lead). he’s pushed some guy into the door standing area. lots of yelling and bruha.

the guy next to me gets up and goes and drags the poor bloke on the receiving end back to sit next to me. so the cockney sits down swearing at everyone.. gets back up and comes back down towards us.

the poor chap next to me doesnt want to be there.  _I_ dont want to be there.
i left all this shit behind! i dont want it. i dont want to be in this fight. half of me is going ‘go away fucker i want to get home’… the other half of me is going ‘well its a crowded train, i have no room to manouver… i cant only get off a wrist or elbow lock or break his arm on the steel handle on the seat post or if i could get into teh isle i could stomp his knee’.

so he comes in swinging on this poor chap, and a few blokes trying and hold the other bloke away, thids guy is falling on me and my cardboard, so i cant get up. the woman opposite to me starts to sob and is getting really upset… so he starts to go back down the isle. the old birdd neext to me starts telling him off, making things worse. 

weve been in the train 15 minutes without moving. he is getting aggro coz we are not moving.
just keeps mouthing off and ranting.

its sorta quiet. everything is thinking ‘cool. make it last’ you can see it on their faces.. then i hear this ‘me fawken button. he ripped me fakken shirt wif me button’ and comes steaming down the isle again. for fucks sake! argh.  a punch of two and he goes back down the isle.

after 45 minutes the train reverses back into teh station. there is about 15 coppers and teh dog squad all there. all tooled up too.

we all had to give details for witnesses.  i had a brief chat with the sarge, hopped the next train home and have been pulling whisky frmo the fucking botltele3 since i got home.

for sll of the aggro the other bloke didnt have any injuries (visilble)
ig otta get all this shit down si o remember if i get called up to make a statement.

Sunday, October 05, 2003

To Her Door

They got married early, never had no money
Then when he got laid off they really hit the skids
He started up his drinking, then they started fighting
He took it pretty badly, she took both the kids
She said: "I'm not standing by, to watch you slowly die
So watch me walking, out the door"
She said, "Shove it, Jack, I'm walking out the fucking door"

She went to her brother's, got a little bar work
He went to the Buttery, stayed about a year
Then he wrote a letter, said I want to see you
She thought he sounded better, she sent him up the fare
He was riding through the cane in the pouring rain
On Olympic to her door

He came in on a Sunday, every muscle aching
Walking in slow motion like he'd just been hit
Did they have a future? Would he know his children?
Could he make a picture and get them all to fit?
He was shaking in his seat riding through the streets
In a silvertop to her door 

-p.k.

Thursday, October 02, 2003

xxxxxxx

I cleaned my teeth.. .then at some chocolate!

dont ask.

Wednesday, October 01, 2003

Dinner

tonight I had a cup of tea and some toast with vegemite.
west ham won 3-0 over crystal palace.

i nuked/deleted an important database at work, which took more than 24hrs to build 1 table… so now its running again and will cost me a days work tomorow while it builds and i do little if anything…

tried a new lunch place, ‘Make Mine’. had chicken saltemboca or something. was ....well it is lacking something. couldnt identify it.. maybe a taste or smell.. needed something.. wont be going back.

worked late as couldnt be bothered fighting my way home in rush hour…

tired. worked >12hrs today. feeling unsettled. want to be out of the city.

night…