Too much work. I’ve had too much work recently.

I’m also boiling hot at the moment, so I’ll just take my shirt off. Hang on a tick.

Alrighty. Hi guys! Welcome to my now shirtless journal!

With my shirt off, I can now drive around and call everyone I see a faggot, it’ll be awesome.

[SNIP! I just cut some personal stuff. If anyone desperately wants to read it - i.e. Bz - just ask, and you shalt receive]

...I don’t actually have anything to talk about, I’ve just realised. Bugger. Bugger. No, let’s think. There must be something. I need to write something cool and bloggy for my blog. And yet something not personal like the previous sentences I just threw in. Hmph.

Maybe I’ll go the easy way out, and discuss something nostalgic. That’ll do.

Actually, something that’s been concerning me recently. Everyone who has read this entire Journal – yes Dom, I’m looking at me – will remember that I once spent two weeks in Sydney, whinging about how much I hated business. What concerns me is that, when doing these transcriptions, which’ve been about Westpac and online banking... I mean, banking... I’ve been far more interested in the detailed interviews than the customers. So customers saying things like “I bank and the people are happy!” is intensely boring, whereas a banker saying, to steal straight from the transcriptions, “For a start, with the credit card piece, one of the key advantages about online banking is that you can look at all the transactions you’ve done, so we might feel more inclined to use our credit card in places we might not have before, like online. But if I was actually speaking to you, we’d probably be having a discussion about how we’d have a credit card used to pay for a home loan, and you need to be able to see that working, and online banking helps with that, we could use the example of having the credit card pay for everything. Then they could go online banking and see the reduced interest that they get in the following month to the month when they weren’t using that model”... is somehow interesting when I’m listening to it. And I bet that you, reading that, actually skimmed it.

And yet, here I am, reading Terry Pratchett’s Making Money during my break in work, a book that makes fun of how dull banking is. And I’m finding it funny because we all know that banking is dull. Well, except for when I’m transcribing about it, right?

Oh, never mind.

Still looking for something nostalgic. I’ll run out of endless silly childhood stuff soon.

Oh, mind you, I once transcribed a ten minute video about a guy who was in love with gold digging. For all that that sounds far more romantic than banking... a ten minute video bored the shit out of me, whereas literally an hour of a sales rep talking about banking interested me.

What have I become?

Speaking of money... [band] (I won’t mention their name in the blog version of this, because I’m still too in love with my balls to want to risk being castrated) have a song that, as far as I can make out, is about the Newcastle flood that happened last year. One of the lines in it is the ever-powerful sounding...

“It takes its toll”

...except, if you look at the word “toll” literally, then it starts to look silly. To me, a toll is that thing you pay when you’re crossing a bridge that doesn’t have a troll under it, and therefore the lyric makes me imagine the flood rising from the beach, slamming down towards a street, and then knocking on the peoples’ doors in the manner of a repo man and saying, “Excuse me, sorry to bother you... but I’m going to have to take your car, your furniture, your pets... in fact, just your house in general. Possibly your lives too. On the plus side, you’ll get your pool filled, free of charge.”

Note to self when writing lyrics in future: a lyric that somehow makes a natural disaster sound like bureaucracy is a really bad lyric.

And to continue the theme of ridiculous language being used, I was in Big W yesterday and a guy described his new computer as being “pretty epic”. And he wasn’t even a nerd, he was a jock.

I was looking at the TAFE list of courses yesterday, and there’s no suitable media course, or anything that approaches it, in Newcastle. I’m shattered about that. This means I’ll have to go back to Uni, FUCK.

Although Joeon said that if I was staying next year, he’d put me on some kind of training procedure that’d make me a senior staff. I uh, yeah. Hmm. Apart from the fact that I detest the idea of serving customers because I’m a scared little shit, good idea!

How many words is this now, barring the probably-personal stuff? Hmm, close to a 1000. This’ll probably do, unless I find something interesting to talk about. Anyway, Bz didn’t post the blog he said he was going to, so he can’t blame me for a relatively shit one on my own.

Actually, about banking – if you put a deposit of $100 on your savings account, and transfer that online t-nope, not interesting bz.

EDIT: I know! I can also paste the Empire thing, which I neglected to do before. Yep! That’ll be – nope not interesting OH SHUTUP BZ SHUTUP SHUTUP ALL OF BZ etc.