Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Natural Born Killer

Wow, this is my first blawg in a while. I'm pretty sure all of you readers (Note: all 3 of them) can handle that fact.
I'm really not too sure why I decided to sit down and write this blog today of all my other days... just a spur of them moment thing I guess. But it makes me feel good when I can write my thoughts down for all of the world to see and not give a damn about. Just one of those things haha.

Since the last post, I decided to quit my job to focus on studying Drafting and hopefully attain a career in that field, which is definitely more promising than the career opportunities that were available at my previous employer. But in saying that, quitting was a hard choice. I knew I would be leaving all of my close work-mates behind and me being me, well, I hate losing contact with any friends, so that has been riding my conscience quite a bit recently, but I've got to live and fight on for another day.
Back on topic:
With my decision to quit, it meant that I had to let down a few people in order to make me feel good, which I hate doing. It meant I had to tell my parents that I was no longer going to work full-time, which also meant I had to be prepared for the following months of no income. At least until I got a casual/part-time position at a local business or other workplace.
On telling my parents: that was a hard one, I told my mother the day that I resigned and she accepting it with an "oh... okay", and then a serious talk followed, and we both came out winners.
Then there was my father...
My father and I get along some days, however most of the time it's just a nod to the head to acknowledge each-others presence in the house, and I go into my den and listen to music. I put off telling him that I resigned for almost two weeks mainly because I was afraid. Not afraid of him, but afraid of what words would come out of his mouth. When I finally grew some balls and told him, his reaction was just like mum's; "Okay, what are you going to do instead?", and another serious talk.
I was a bit gobsmacked, but then there was the follow up talk downstairs... which left me feeling like a shitty son and a worthless prick. make no mistake, I'm not trying to make him sound like a bad person, because he isn't, and I'm not trying to act the victim, because I'm not. It was just a few un-favourable words were spoken, and my attitude sucked. But anyway, since then I've tried to get my attitude back in order and tried to be as "matey" to him as possible.

With regards to the other terms of my resignation; I still haven't found that casual/part-time position and TAFE still hasn't replied to my e-mail of application, so I'm just chilling at home with some chocolate milk, cigarettes and 18,000 songs on my iTunes. Feels good man.

Before you finish reading this pointless post, I would strongly recommend that you listen to Avenged Sevenfold's new album "Nightmare". I have had it on repeat ever since it came out and have urged every single person I've met since to give it a listen. R.I.P. Jimmy "The Rev" Sullivan.

I'll catch you on the flip-side.

I was listening to... you guessed it, Avenged Sevenfold "Nightmare" while writing this post.

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