please excuse my unworthy crack

This was the first phrase that came into my head as I sat here thinking of the best way to appologise for all my incomplete blogs as of late, so far this page hasn't been the "up to date" "this just in" "story of my life" I had hoped it to be, and the simple truth is I have been busy, and by busy I don't mean the usual " oh I need to go home and veg out for a bit, maybe play some computer games" busy, but actually busy busy, and most of my blogs have been written on public transport, which really limits the length of the blog/rant to the length of the trip, but I promise in future I will not start a blog unless I have a ful intention of actually finishing it... I might even go back and finish some of the old ones... don't hold your breath though

an update of the week that was AKA HOLY FUCK DUDE!

As my ex girlfriend once put it so elegantly I " only sell coffee for fucks sake " and if only it were as simple as that, but as the secong highest traded camodity next to oil and one of the most consumed liquids on the planet, thing can never be that simple. Though ill admit I am at the more glamorous end of the coffee process, the customers as of late have driven this jobs stress levels to that of hollywood movie hostage negotiator, with disputes with customers becoming equally as dramatic. And frankly I just can't be fucked dealing with it anymore, having made the decision to leave several weeks ago, but with several months left, I am finding it harder and harder to stop myself from telling the customers to forcibly insert their milk frothing devices up their rear orrifices (of course said in much cruder terms). I am no longer able to force a laugh and the repetative and tedius jokes of the customers, and funny little quirks which were once a fun way to identify certain customers have no become so infuriating that I now refuse to serve certain customers upon the principal that they don't deserve to be treated like regular human beings. Take "sneaky hands muldrich" for example, who would occasionally would take one or two capsules from the displays on his way out, which I always let fly becuase it was no big loss (I would go through twice that amount a day just keeping my self entertained) but these days SHM considers himself a bit of a master thief, as I watched him the other day, first pretending to look at the displays, then as I processed his sale he would palm them off to his other hand,then eventually into his pocket. I watched him the whole time aware and amused at first at how sneaky he was trying to be, thinking he was getting away with it. Then as I went to serve another customer, he continued to pace up and down the store with the same OBVIOUS routine: look,replace,look,palm,look then pocket. Now once again its not the loss of product im concerned about but rather the insult from this sad klepto fuck that he thinks im that stupid that I wouldn't notice. Next is mr jack kiss who can can only be described as a creepy f

might have over done it

After reading an article on the internet the other day about the side effects off caffeine on exercise, I decided that it was a good idea to load up on coffees before my sunday jog that afternoon, of course I made this decision before finishing the article and was downing my third espresso when I came across the cons of caffeine and exercise, so I decided to stop at three and then that afternoon I did the entire 7 km jog in one go for the first time. So naturally in my cocky young mind it made perfect sense that more is more and that I could only get better the more I drank.... so.... today I started the day of with one macciato at a cafe with a friend, then once I got home I busted out the good ol nespresso machine and downed another 4 espressos withing ten minutes.... then proceded to put on some loud music and dance around the house jumping about whilst getting my jogging gear together. I straped on my brand new heart monitor that I hadn't used before and got a base reading of 85 bpm (now like I said its my first time using it so im not sure what exactly that means but im assuming given the amount off caffeine in my system it would be higher then normal) and out the door I went. Now its hard to feel the effect of 5 coffees (possibly 6 I can't be sure) when your jogging 7 kms in the hot afternoon sun, but once I got home things just didn't feel right, there wasn't that usual satisfying exhaustion, but rather a feeling of "WHAT'S NEXT" so I messaged some friends to see if they were up for a movie, and then for what seemed like hours, sat around anxiously waiting for a reply (hmm) finally it came (it was prolly about 20 mins) and I was out the door again. Sitting at the bus stop, I once again had a panicked feeling the something was not right, and was constanly looking around for god knows what. Suddenly I remembered my little splurge that afternoon with the coffee machine, and realised I was prolly in for a long long night. Not becuase it would be particularly difficult or troubling, but just because I would have no patietnce for anything and I certainly would not be sleeping tonight... so that brings me to this moment now, sitting in the broadway shopping centre, waiting for my friends, watching the slowest fucking clock in history, eyeing off random strangers as they pass... sweet dreams