dirty man.
June 25, 2009
Hairs growing slowly, the scabs from Jordan cutting my head up are all pretty much gone and I’m growing a mean moustache at the moment. I’m actually thinking about keeping my hair this short, it’s grown on me. People I serve at work seem slightly intimidated by me now too, it’s cool. They’re like, “Argh, he’s not an emo, muslim looking kid anymore!”. I hate that people always mistake me for being an Asian or something bad like that. I’m a fucking kiwi. Dad was half Maori and mums as white as anything. No gook or fucking Arab in me, fuck off. I’m not a racist but fuck, it isn’t something you wanna take on the chin after years of people being like, “Hm, you’re not Asian or Filipino are you?”. Like they’re some kind of disease. No, I’m a kiwi. Feel free to crack sheep fucking jokes. Just don’t mistake me for anything else.
So my driving test nears. It’s on Tuesday. I’m pretty nervous. I told myself I wouldn’t be but you really can’t help it hey. Nothing else new, works still fucking me in the arse with a gian strap on. I’m now being forced to work 5-6 nights a week. Our assistant manager Peter went to another site, so we’re waiting for a replacement and Karen broke her leg. So basically, there’s Dan, Aaron, Tim, Tammy and myself. 5 of us, running a 24 7 servo. It’s fucked. I’m so tired, I should of slept more today and I got work in an hour and a half.
