Weight of the Edgecrusher

There was a guy on the train this arvo who was absolutely off his dial. He was attempting to sing/growl 'Edgecrusher' at the top of his lungs. His mates were trying to calm him down, but they had no chance. He was pacing up and down the carriage. You could see in his eyes how fucked he was. Instantly 'The World's Fuckedest Cunt' came into my mind. Whether it was the Frenzal version, the Hilltop version or the Glenmore version is irrelevant, because they're all the same.

So, my suspicions of my boss underpaying me last week were right. He gave me $350 this week, so I went back into his office and said "You only gave me $350" He said "Yeah that's right". I looked at him in a puzzled manner and he explained that because I'm not driving to work at the moment, I don't get that extra $50. I said "I'll have to see about that". What really pissed me off about that was that he didn't even say anything when he decided to drop my pay.

I remembered today the original deal with him paying for my fuel. He said "Instead of giving you a payrise, how about I just pay for your fuel. Bring receipts in and that way we both make money out of it." So, now that I'm not giving him fuel receipts, he should be giving me that payrise. I'm bringing this up on Monday. You can't have it both ways.

I've started booking jobs in for the weekend while I'm at work. I haven't talked to the boss about it. I don't give a fuck what he says. I'm taking all the labour I charge out and just putting the cash for parts in the till. I'm paying my own overtime. It's fair.

Progress on the Zed! I pulled the old motor out today. Both the rubber engine mounts are fucked. I need to swap the sump from the old motor to the new one and get an oil return from the turbo welded onto it. I'm pulling the power steering and A/C shit out of the car. I really can't be fucked getting that sorted. I've gone without both for ages. I'm used to it. One problem I can see that might pop up later on is finding somewhere to mount an intercooler. Nothing too major though.

STIXX!!!! I WANT MY VIDEOS BACK. I FILMED THOSE SETS, NOT YOUR FUCKING COCKFACE DAD. THE ONLY ONES I DIDN'T FILM WERE GROUNDED AND EVANS. FOR YOUR DAD TO CLAIM THAT HE FILMED ALL THOSE SETS INFURIATES ME. THOSE VIDEOS ARE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY AND WERE FILMED ON REQUEST OF SLAVEGRINDER AND SAVE SOME FOR DADDY. EVERYBODY KNOWS I FILMED THAT SHIT. THE TAPES THEMSELVES PROVE THAT I FILMED THOSE GIGS. GET THOSE VIDEOS BACK PROMTLY WITH SOME BLANK CASSETTES AND I'LL EVEN MAKE COPIES FOR YOU. I LENT THOSE TAPES TO PABLO AND ALLAN, NOT YOU OR YOUR ARSEHOLE DAD. FAIR'S FAIR.


Richards

CHICKS WITH ENGLISH ACCENTS TURN ME ON!!!

I have come a conclusion over the last few weeks... I really like english accents... I'm going to send Trina to accent changeing lessons to satisfy my accent desires... AND i'm planning on moving to England next year so all the chicks have English accents... ahhh...

MR RICHARDS!! Do what the train drivers did... refuse to work overtime and do your job slow untill your boss treats you like a man!!! The train drivers got $5K extra a year for doing it... i think you can do better than that...

EVERYONE... whats the plan for this night... i wanna go out but i cant due to party tomorrow and a lack of substantial funds... so... we could have drinks at mine... as long as there is booze in my belly i'm happy...

HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN 12 TWICE? ... i know of one... Pablo... his manhood gone Pabs now has to reconfigure his style to suit the pre-pubescant look he now has with his short short hair... Mr P i know you can do it... you just gotta believe in yourself (pfft lame ass)...

But as usual life for me is just cruising at a leisurly pace... no work problems, no chick problems, pleny of hair (i'll sell it to you Mr P) and a functional Motor Vehicle equipt with liscense and all... but my fall will come... one day...

I miss my hair!!

I wantit back, i miss my hair so much, i'm not me anymore, ive been laughed at all morning, everyone says im not me, i look clean cut, like im in a boy band. fuckfuckfuck. im gonna cry, i dont want to live here anymore, this sucks, oh my god, my hair is gone, what am i going to do. shit, life is fucked, everything sucks, youse all cunts. FUCK YOU SHARIFF, FUCK YOU.

And the cycle continues...

And now, back to the shithouse, everything's fucked part of this psychological cycle that everyone goes through.

Work's fucked yet again. The workshop manager has got the shits with the boss and wants to quit. For the second week in a row, the boss hasn't paid me on time.
I'm sure he fucked me over last week too. He paid me $250 on Thursday arvo. On Friday arvo, I asked for the rest of my pay. He gave me $50. Then, didn't give me the rest ($50 - I was sure he owed me $100) till this wednesday. Now, I'm not sure whether he paid me $250 or $300 last thursday. I can't remember, but I spent fuck-all cash (read: not a cent on drugs or alcohol) on the weekend and somehow came up short by Tuesday.

So the boss went up the road for lunch and to get our pay (in cash) this arvo. Some parts came and had to be paid COD. There were no cheques signed on his desk, so we had to give them cash out of the till. The manager even had to pull cash out of his wallet to cover it. Now when this occurred I knew the boss would be short with our pay. He gave the apprentice $50 and me $60. This is absolute shit. This is how my financial situation got fucked up last week. I couldn't even pay Austin the cash I owed him till Wednesday - and he needed it on Monday night.

Not only does my boss fuck me over that way, but it looks like he's paying me under award wage as well. I read the appropriate shit as best I could and it appears that I should be on ~$480 before tax. I'm on $443 before. I'm calling the MTA tomorrow to find out if I'm right. The boss is probably using award guidelines that are a few years old.

I shouldn't even be questioning whether I'm being paid award wage or not. I should be getting paid well above award. The workshop manager fully agrees with me. The boss even said a few months ago that the shop would have closed down if I hadn't been there for the last three years. Well it'd be nice if he'd show his appreciation in a tangible fashion.

Next thing that shits me. He doesn't pay overtime. Says it's 'voluntary' and yet goes skitz when you want to go home at 5:00 when there's still work to do. There have been innumerable occasions where I have had to (read: been almost forced to) work back late. Only once have I been rewarded for working back - after doing almost a whole day's overtime in one week - and he gave me a day off. I worked back till 8:30 one night because he told the customer his car would be ready that day. Didn't tell me this, mind you.

Last Friday arvo, I was going to start pulling the motor out of my car. Instead, I had to work on customers' cars till 6:30 - with not even a thanks from the customers or the boss. Since when was my time free after 5:00? I'm not a phone company, you don't get those deals with me.

He called me into work when I was on holidays twice and didn't even pay me - said I could have a coulple of days off when I came back from holidays. I've got three months of holidays left. And I bet he'll get the shits if I decide to take those two days off.

I didn't even get payslips till one of the other employees kicked up a stink last year. People aske me all the time how I've managed to stay at that fucking shop for over three years and honestly, I don't know.

Richards

Motherfucker! Motherfucker! Motherfucker!

The trains are fucked! I lose my license and the trains get fucked! What the fuck?

I worked my arse off today. It was extremely hot and I was drenched in sweat. I replaced a cat on a Honda this afternoon. The boss quoted $440 for a bolt in OEM style cat, but we couldn't get one. So I put a universal one in. It took me 45 minutes, and the universal cat retails for $250. I charged the customer for 75 minutes and the price of the cat. Price of the job came to $350. The workshop manager had a go at me because I didn't charge the customer the $440 we originally quoted. Fuck! I'd already added an extra half hour onto the job to push the price up a bit. Dishonesty is not my fuckin style. This is the shit A Current Affair goes on about - 'Massive mark-ups'. To charge $440 on that job, I would have had to charge an extra $90 for the cat. Do the right thing by your customers and they'll come back. If they find out that you've put a ridiculous margin on your product, they'll tell all their mates and you're fucked. I'm in this job to help cunts out, not rip them off.

It's all about karma motherfuckers.

Richards

IT WOULD SEEM THAT WITH HIS HAIR WENT HIS SANITY...

And so it was foretold (by who i'm not sure), and so it came to be... Poor poor Pablo. Capt'n Sushi Smack and Special K- have turned pablo into more of a ranting, raving lunatic than he has ever been... now as you all will already realise... that is alot of ranting and raving for one small mexican boy to generate... So my conclusion is he is crazier than ever before...

Mr Austin, it has been confirmed, will be spending more time at my house due to the recent deployment in the vicinity of a enw female entity...

Adam (yes no nickname this time) how is the sushi treating you? I'm assuming it has now had many bones in it and will continue to get more as time progresses.

But anyways i'm bored and have nothing of interest to say...

I cut Pablo's hair!!!

I got there today, and he was sitting outside with holding highly chemically aromatic hair, in an impossible to untangle mesh of filth, oil, food, and dead nits.

"what do i do adam?"
"cut it"
"i can't do that"
"i think you should cut it"
"i can't cut it"
"i think you'll have to"
"can't i just dread it"
"its already pretty dreadful, i'm going to get the scissors"
*about to cut*
"NO! WAIT! "
*pablo tugs his hair, and his dread falls out*
*Adam starts to cut, pablo starts to cry, adam and kansas in hysterics*

and there you have it, though it didnt happen exactly like that, but pretty close.

on a different note, my mum found pablos blog yesterday, she now probably definately knows what i get up to what drugs i take and that all my friends do the same thing too. she seems fairly calm about the whole thing, in fact she doesnt seem to care at all, i'll just leave it be and hope my dad doesnt find it, that will be a different story.

i'm going to kristy's tomorrow! yay! wow! ahh, life is good. singing singing and signing out!

YOU CUNTS GOTTA STOP POSTING PORN ON HERE COZ I CANT VIEW IT AT WORK!!!

On a lighter note my new house mate is cool as is her friend. Austin will be coming over again tonight in hope (i think, my views do not in any way reflect those of Austin although you would all agree it is highly likely they indeed do) of making sweet house warming love with one or both of them...

I hear that Mr Pibs is now less haired than he previously was (source: Capt'n Sushi Smack, 2004) and this i feel this would be quite interesting to see. Arethe nits still there? or has the destruction of their entire ecosystem driven their tribe into extinction (fucking bastards!!!)?

14 minutes and counting...

I need pay day... although i will not be able to spend alot of money this pay (i probably will anyway but fuck thems the way it is) it will e good to have some sort of funds somewhere to be able to utilise.

13...

i am running out of things to write so will finish off with nothing of interest to say and leave with my dignity still duct taped on

And The Winner Is

jeff is a fag

I just watched the Grammys and there were these hardcore funk dudes on.

FUNK IS GREAT!

- Austin

Wogs Terrorise Claremont Meadows

Well, apparently so, that is. I got extremely drunk on Friday night before Austin, me and Stixx went to Panthers. I was so drunk that by the time we got to Panthers I was almost ready for a spew. I couldn't see five metres in front of me. I saw Stuart from school on the way out. As usual, he was pissed as. I wrote 'COCKSMOKER' on Arlene's back and we left at about 3:00. The taxi driver was fucked. He wanted money up front and talked about slapping his wife down if she didn't have food ready for him when he got home.

We got out of the taxi at Austin's house, Austin forced a spew and I walked home. Walking through the creek, these dudes yelled out at me. 'Ahhh fuck' I thought. Being pissed, I had the view that I could kick both these dudes' arses if they tried anything. They yelled out for me to stop and I said "Nah, you come here" 'Why won't you stop?' "I'm walking home. You catch up"
So anyway, these two dudes caught up to me and recognised me. They looked like punk dudes. Apparently they went to Kingswood. Four wog dudes had just rolled one of them for $400 and they were looking for the cunts.

Since when were wogs rolling people in Claremont? It's always been Enda or the Kavelatas - not that they've ever tried to roll me. Will we see a territory war between the wogs and the Kavelatas? Will we see four wogs dead on Sunflower drive next week? Who knows, but that dude Southy who spoke to me was pretty fuckin angry.

Richards