29th March

Things been real crazy, let me break it down:

So the job doesnt pay as well as I thought, one customer=two sales but its not $240, its just $120. I went three days without sales and on friday I was exhausted and ready to quit - at the end of the day we were all in KFC, before going back to office, and I brought up the fact that I'm not making enough money to live on. It was a good thing I aired this. Mario, our lebanese leader - but everyone thinks hes Italian - took me outside and told me for the next two weeks I'll be put on a minimum of $400 a week - for two weeks, and what I make ontop of that with sales I get as well. I'Ve coonsidered my other options and it will be best to stick with the job. They offered this to me, but not to this chile guy who was ready to quit as well, apparently I have potential. Anyway, friday was a good day though. I was out the night before with some hostel girls down at the Irish bar Kellys, it was karoake night - but I still managed to get up early next day, because it was sports day. Basically we get to the office for 9.30 and some of the lads, about 25, go to an indoor sports centre, we played basketball and then had a real long (1 hour) game of 5-a-side footy which killed my muscles, the next day I was cramps all over. And then our Team boss took us all out and bought us lunch, real nice red curry. But as I said I didn't get any sales, and I was completely knackered. Then we went out for a few beers and pool at the pub next to office.
Obviosuly next my bday, I woke up and was sore all over. Everyone in the hostel had had a real big night in the cross friday night, so everyone was like too tired and a couple fun lads were working. But still I went to the cross, I dont think I'll be going back mind. To be honest it wasnt a good night, not a great bday. I met up with couple girls from hostel and this older guy, we were having a drink, a laugh and all. Then this cool swedish girl, maya, came to see me, shes had her wallet stolen so doesn't have any ID and couldnt get in. Frankie's got a real nice apartment and I took her to see it. He was a nob that night though, not coming out and just being a dick to me. Maya went to meet her friend, at least I got free drinks at Franks.
Then met girls and guy again, and Nicole, the kiwi lass, came to meet us as well. So a good bunch - Maya was away with her friend - somewhere she was allowed to get in. They let me in the club for free because it was my bday - they checked on my license! I've actually forgotten that alot of gd stuff happened until I wrote this. The club was alright but people were general nobs, and this guy was impresssing these girls - all in my face and saying f off and the likes, but I held my ground, the guy was a pussy, if I pushed him he wouda curled up in a corner.
Anyway, two of the girls I was with started pulling - one of thems bisexual, but still surprising. They then left, I wasnt ready yet, I needed the loo so went to frankies, but he was just a nob to me. Anyway I was trying to stay positive, but was really kind of down - and emotional with the alcohol and from sheer tiredness of the work from last week. Went to see one of the cross's main attractions - the strip club. It was crap, I got more drunk, but I just didnt get much out of the experience - I'd rather meet a girl at a club and make it with her - not get a girl stripping and waving her lower abdomen in my face - all for payment of 10bucks upwards!
Anyway, I went back to hostel in bit better spirits, I'd sobered up. Got taxi, 10bucks.
I woke up bout 3:30 next day - all my food had been stolen, my green bag was ontop of fridge, all my meat gone, my leftover bolognaise was in the middle of the table. My jam and butter were left on the side - my hot cross buns were cut in half and left on side, all stale. I was pissed off - I found out it was this old man - 78 and he had been eating my bolognaise and buns - the other guys at the hostel had seen him. The guy was obviously piss-poor, going senile, apparently he had dementia, but that couda been his excuse. I confronted him when he came into the lounge area - he immeditaey got defensive - swearing, even saying lets go outside, claiming he didnt see anything. I told him he wasnt gonna get away with it. Luckily I was in a gd mood. I had a laugh with the boys at the hostel, this real cheered me up, we played a bit of footy indoors and out in street. Then the hostel craetaker came back. Hes a real nice guy. I told him what had happened with the old man. He said he was gonna ask the old man for my money, at least 30bucks of food. Again the oldman got real defensive - and really pissed off the guy working there, calling him a prick and all sorts. Then the old man rang the police from the hostel with the caretaker - him saying to the police the guys got dementia, but they insisted they had to send someone. Well itas lke 4 hours later now, and the police haven't come, and the old guy got his belongings and ambled off into the street. I saw him picking up cigarette butts and smoking.
So everythings kinda come to a head, but I'm alot happier today - even considering, just from having a laugh.

So yer, crazy, and not at a gd time when me moneys so low, and meat is so expensive - all my bacon, sausages and beef gone. Ahh well, this is the sweet but sour life of the hostel - especially the run-down ones. Anyway back to work tomorow. I think I'll take a day off next week and go to coogee beach, I'm making $400 whatever - Ill claim to be sick. Anyway hope everyone else is fine and dandy. Much lovexxxx