Maddie. 21. Sydney, Australia.
I don't even know what I post on here anymore, it just seems like a lot of Mumford & Sons at the moment, and bits and pieces of everything else i like...
So i had a really good start to the day. A 6am start, but i had enough sleep, had a good breakfast, listened to some James Blake on the way to work, and didn’t have any shitty customers.
I’m cleaning one of the cake counters (this is fine, it’s my usual job on a monday) but the other girls are chatting or both making coffees unnecessarily so i’m stuck serving basically everyone, and it takes me twice as long to get my cleaning done, and i’m getting more and more annoyed at one of the girls, who is basically refusing to help me out.
Then this girl who’s just been re-hired at work because the family is all going away next week and the week after called to say she couldn’t do like any of her shifts in those weeks! AAARRRGGHHHH (Bit of background: i’m in charge while they’re all away and i’ve been so scared about this sort of thing, cause everything’s on me) now i already disliked her, but you can imagine how i’m feeling now. So I’m running around for the last part of my shift pissed off and stressed out like you wouldn’t believe messaging people and talking to my boss to try sort it all out. And it did get sorted thank god, but not until after i got home.
It was also my last shift with Theresa before she goes to Bali to get married, and because i was so distracted i didn’t even get to talk to her properly. And i’m still slightly annoyed that i have to stay here and work and can’t go to her wedding cause she’s become a really good friend, and i’m so happy for her and i just want to be there ok?!
Also I missed out on James Blake cause i wasn’t able to find someone else to go with before tickets sold out on the night i could go. And the really annoying part is that i really could have found someone else…
UGH i’m just annoyed that every time i think i’m going to have a good day at work everything turns to shit and i end up having a horrible day.
When we were doing “Winter Winds” which Winston wrote, it was the winter and we were huddled around and we were aware of how he was feeling at the time and we stood around in this circle in Ben’s kitchen and just sang together for about three hours, pretty much just that chorus. Over and over again. And there was like a sort of… I guess there was a sense of triumph in it, mixed with the other things that he was feeling. We never even mentioned but sort of understood.