I’ve been unreasonably grumpy lately.
Rather than build a wall of excuses as to why it’s permissable to act like a douche, I’ve decided instead to focus on the myriad ways today ruled.

1. Tomorrow is my last shift at the bookshop and although I’ll miss the endless sass battles between management and staff, I am elated to leave behind the robotically repetitive scripts one falls into whilst cashiering.
Would you like a bag with that? One moment while I print your receipt. Blarg.
These customers have nothing to offer converationally. Bartending I heard endless interesting stories and watched dramas unfold.
This job, I mostly hear jovial ouch! reactions to the cost of text books.
Yes, you law students have to spend a pretty impressive amount on text books, but I don’t have much sympathy as you’ll likely come out a LAWYER in the end. Suck it up toots. I’m 31 and work in a bookshop, I’m not going to be the best source for professional sympathy.

2. After I finish with my last day at the bookshop tomorrow, I’m getting picked up by two girlfriends and embarking on a weekend holiday to the Gold Coast. For you non-Australian readers, the Gold Coast is to Australia what Los Angeles or perhaps Miami is to the US. Full of big-boobed bottle blondes and surfer dudes. It’s renowned for being culturally superficial and Schoolies Week, the Australian equivalent of spring break (WOOOOO!) is held there. Me and the ladies are planning on drinking lots of wine, talking trash and swimming in the pool at our hotel. Lofty goals, I know.

3. Despite having eaten a giant lunch today, it mysteriously wore off at 4:45 and I spent the time between that point and my 6:40 homecoming in SHUT UP I’M FUCKING STARVING mode, my personality nosediving right alongside my bloodsugar.
Thankfully, this all turned around with my arrival home and discovery that the fridge was stocked with an unlikely but delicious combination of foods.
A spinach, feta, and currant salad left over from last night’s dinner, a cold beer, and a pack of mi goreng, which is essentially super tasty Indonesian ramen.
Internet, you can get all foodie if you want, but THAT was a beautiful meal.

4. I found an ironing board on the sidewalk. I am, perhaps, unreasonably excited about this particular item. I’ve been trying to convince the mister that the purchase of an ironing board is a necessary expenditure in our meager budget. Much like many men, he’s never ironed a thing in his life and as such has not been very agreeable on the topic of ironing board funds allocation. My discovery of a sidewalk ironing board means all we have to pay for is a new cover and I can press things!
WHAT? I have a lot of wovens!

Have a good weekend kids, I plan to.