Quiet night at work. Decorated the tip jar 💰🍻🍴


So, the ever-brilliant Switzerland are going to vote on the introduction of an unconditional paying of 2,500 Swiss Francs ($2,800USD) to every adult citizen, every month, in order to give citizens the freedom to work lower-paying jobs they love instead of reluctantly working higher-paying jobs…

Thinking about money depresses you. It’s a fact. Imagine not having to worry about money…


You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don’t have to explain what you plan to do with your life. You don’t have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards. You don’t have to maintain an impeccable credit score.

You have to pay your own electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth. But that’s all.


-Cheryl Strand 

Relevant, considering certain events.

(via thefox-andthehound) This always thank you. (via rootsgrowdeeper)

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Before I came home, I messaged my boss about coming back to work. He was pretty neg about it, saying he didn’t really have any shifts for me for a while. Sweet, I was told my job would be held for me, but that’s cool, I don’t mind having to build up shifts again over a couple of weeks. I’m chill.

In the meantime, I was told about a school holiday program my old employer is hosting at the after-school care centre I used to work at. They need some extra hands, and seeing as I had nothing else to do (except try and earn back all my savings before Europe next year), I offered to work for them.

Told my current boss last night. He replies that he needs me to work in the coming weeks. ARGH. Now I’ve said yes to two jobs that are going to overlap each other, one in Mount Eliza, one in the CBD. I actually think I could possibly do both, but it’s going to be pretty hectic.

My boss has started calling me ‘Stroppy Knickers’ every time he sees me, because of the ONE time that I called him out for being a sexist asswipe towards me.

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Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

"Did you know, you can quit your job, you can leave university? You aren’t legally required to have a degree, it’s a social pressure and expectation, not the law, and no one is holding a gun to your head. You can sell your house, you can give up your apartment, you can even sell your vehicle, and your things that are mostly unnecessary. You can see the world on a minimum wage salary, despite the persisting myth, you do not need a high paying job. You can leave your friends (if they’re true friends they’ll forgive you, and you’ll still be friends) and make new ones on the road. You can leave your family. You can depart from your hometown, your country, your culture, and everything you know. You can sacrifice. You can give up your $5.00 a cup morning coffee, you can give up air conditioning, frequent consumption of new products. You can give up eating out at restaurants and prepare affordable meals at home, and eat the leftovers too, instead of throwing them away. You can give up cable TV, Internet even. This list is endless. You can sacrifice climbing up in the hierarchy of careers. You can buck tradition and others’ expectations of you. You can triumph over your fears, by conquering your mind. You can take risks. And most of all, you can travel. You just don’t want it enough. You want a degree or a well-paying job or to stay in your comfort zone more. This is fine, if it’s what your heart desires most, but please don’t envy me and tell me you can’t travel. You’re not in a famine, in a desert, in a third world country, with five malnourished children to feed. You probably live in a first world country. You have a roof over your head, and food on your plate. You probably own luxuries like a cellphone and a computer. You can afford the $3.00 a night guest houses of India, the $0.10 fresh baked breakfasts of Morocco, because if you can afford to live in a first world country, you can certainly afford to travel in third world countries, you can probably even afford to travel in a first world country. So please say to me, “I want to travel, but other things are more important to me and I’m putting them first”, not, “I’m dying to travel, but I can’t”, because I have yet to have someone say they can’t, who truly can’t. You can, however, only live once, and for me, the enrichment of the soul that comes from seeing the world is worth more than a degree that could bring me in a bigger paycheck, or material wealth, or pleasing society. Of course, you must choose for yourself, follow your heart’s truest desires, but know that you can travel, you’re only making excuses for why you can’t. And if it makes any difference, I have never met anyone who has quit their job, left school, given up their life at home, to see the world, and regretted it. None. Only people who have grown old and regretted never traveling, who have regretted focusing too much on money and superficial success, who have realized too late that there is so much more to living than this."
  1. Camera: Canon CanoScan 9950F
  • Woke up to exquisite morning sex
  • Followed by ‘Alright I’m-a cook you breakfast now’
  • Went to work and was officially promoted
  • Later won $100 on the spot for recommending Peroni to a Peroni representative
  • Customer bought me a shot. I’m all about tequila these days
  • Finished work, got drunk, grabbed my board and co-worker and skated to the Melbourne Museum
  • Meet up with boyfriend at museum for a skate date
  • Discovered the awesome parking lot underneath the museum
  • Continued skating for several hours, all through the city and up to Brunswick
  • Ended up in the park, alone with boyfriend, discussing how incredibly lucky we are to have found each other

Life. Is. Good.

Eat more cheeseburgers.


Drunk Jacq.

Another song they play at work that I’ve fallen in love with. I literally stop working and start swaying for 6min.

Just kidding.

I’d lose my job.

But fuck this song is so chilly down.

She was very excited, thought it was a great idea and can’t wait to see it. And, that she would love to come along with me to some places. Particularly Tokyo, and other places in Japan.

I guess I thought I was expecting her to be disappointed or something. That I wasn’t going to go back to University next year, that I don’t feel like I’m an academic person.

But of course, she’s my Mum. Not a teacher, or employer, or co-worker. She doesn’t write my reports or read my resumes or mark my essays or judge my performance. She DOES ask me what makes me happy, how she can help me be happy and constantly remind me that there are so many paths available to me, and to not worry when things don’t work out the way I thought they would.

I really just absolutely love my parents. Even when they are beating me at Words with Friends.