Elsja Down Under

Australia Post Sucks- part 2 May 27, 2010

If you don’t already know my hatred for the slumbag contractors that work for the Australian Post… read here. Here is my update to that post.

Andrew and I are not the type of people that sit back and complain about the Post time and time again without acting on our anger. We like to call and complain and we do it a lot! Well really why wouldn’t we when the postal worker gives us sooooo many things to complain about?

Today I called and made I believe our 5th or 6th official complaint. I can’t be certain of the number for sure because I only started documenting them 4 complaints ago.

You see, our dick of a delivery man doesn’t like to deliver our packages. He likes to put a little blue card in our mail box and simply says we weren’t home. Well we all know that I work from home so this is just not possible. I am ALWAYS home when he puts those cards in the box. Sometimes he claims we must not hear the buzzer. If you’ve been to our place, you know that is impossible. It is LOUD. So this non-delivery problem used to happen ALL the time. Big packages, small… it didn’t matter. The douchebag just never bothered to do his job.

Back in December we had a bit of a breakthrough. We finally thought we complained enough to have some positive turnaround. We spoke to a customer service manager who stated that from now on if the driver attempted a delivery and we weren’t home, the driver was supposed to call this manager and let him know. The manager would then call me to confirm that I was not home. Well after this new protocol was set in place, everything changed. Any time a package came, there was a long and loud BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ BUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ  BUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ(remember… this guy is a DICK), at our door.

Well last week that all changed when another little blue card magically appeared in the box. We knew this was for three cases of wine and of course the fat slob doesn’t want to deliver 3 cases of wine. That means he’d actually have to carry the weight up two flights of stairs.

So we immediately called the previous customer service manager to report the problem. Unfortunately, his line that is written on the letter we received is no longer in service. So we resorted to the old methods of filing a regular complaint. Well after one week with no word, Andrew called again yesterday. The guy he spoke to assured us the packages would be re-delivered today.

So today there was a BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ at about 9:45 am. It’s the delivery prick asking if I’d be home in an hour for him to deliver my packages. Was he hoping I’d say no? Was he hoping he’d get out of doing his job again? Unfortunately for him I said yes and then he stated, ok make it an hour an a half. Over TWO hours later he finally comes back.

When he huffs and puffs up with all the boxes he says to me “You weren’t home when I tried to deliver before.”

ASDLKJNCWOEIRFNCOAWIERJAWERKNWAEIFJSEFNWIEHJR!!!!!

IS HE KIDDING ME???

Oh I did not handle that comment well. I told him I was home, as I ALWAYS am when he doesn’t deliver our packages. He actually told me that he put a note on our file stating that if I don’t answer the buzzer the first time that he never has to redeliver a package again. I reminded him of the protocol that he was supposed to follow where he needed to call the manager if we weren’t home. He basically denied that was ever the case (even though I SWEAR it worked for awhile) and just kept shaking his head no and saying “nope.”

I “kindly” told him that everyone we know has this problem with them so it’s not just us.

His response? “No, no, it’s just you guys. You weren’t home,  I won’t redeliver again.”

I can’t tell you how fuming I was. I just yelled “whatever” to him as he huffed and puffed down the stairs. I really wanted to kick him in his face. Seriously… WHY couldn’t Andrew have been home when the jerk came? Andrew is a lot meaner than I am… I would have loved to see what he would say to that guy!

So today… the Australian Post received another nice little complaint from me. This time it was against the driver personally. I stated that he was rude and I don’t feel comfortable being alone in the house when he delivers the package because he’s always a jerk. I don’t need a response from them, I just want every little detail documented so that hopefully one day he will lose his job. I simply cannot understand how someone can NOT lose their job after THAT many complaints. I can tell you right now that if I was as lazy as him and if our customers had that many complaints about me- I would not still be employed. How is it possible that he still is entitled to earn an income?

I REALLY want to order another case of wine now so he can refuse to deliver it and I can call and complain again. It’s almost a source of entertainment now.

Theyyyy’re Baaaack May 21, 2010

The 3am wake up calls have returned. It’s been awhile since we experienced one of these- but my poor immune system the last few days has caused me to toss and turn all night so last night I had the fortunate opportunity of being awake during the little occurrence. You know… maybe I should give my immune system some credit. This noise just might have been the reason I woke up in the first place at 2:40am.

What am I talking about?

HERE is a reminder.

Nothing like getting woken up by a banging bed and moaning, grunting man at 3am. Ahh the joys of apartment living.

Blast to my Past May 8, 2010

Friday night Andrew and I did something I haven’t done in a REALLY long time. We went and saw a local band play at a small little local band-type venue.  All of the shows I’ve been to in the last few years have primarily been big name, big cost events so it felt like I was walking back in time a bit. I felt a little sad when I first walked in. I used to love going to shows. My friends and I went to them ALL the time. It was a weekly ritual at one stage in our lives. Now I never go to shows. I never see bands period. I realized something yesterday… my concert days are completely OVER now that I moved to Australia. Like EVERYTHING else in this country, tickets to see bands are ridiculously priced and I just can’t justify spending $73 to see a band like Vampire Weekend. As great as it would be to see them, that price is exorbitant.

My nostalgic reminiscing quickly disappeared when the 2nd band came on stage. This is how they sounded…

ROOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!

It was horrible. Repulsive. At one stage, the “singer” (is it even legal to call him that?) said “This song is called This is Hell.” I turned to Andrew and smiled excitedly and exclaimed “Kind of like my life right now.” It was a total Blair Waldorf moment.

In the end, the band we actually went to see came on and were quite good. Probably not my number one pick but they weren’t screaming like satan so that was a major step up from the previous band.

The atmosphere overall was really strange. There were so many types of people there. It wasn’t like the good old days of ska shows where all the kids were wearing their checkers and converse (while Jen and I dressed in our cute dresses and high heels). No, it was like this weird alter realm where Glamis, a Rage concert, a Fall Out Boy video and a Tony Hawke game  all came together in one confused universe. I wasn’t quite sure where I fit in in all of that mix. Additionally, I was reminded or made aware of quite a few other things last night:

1.  Shows are loud

2.  My feet and back hurt after standing in one place for 2 hours

3.  I will never understand how it is enjoyable to have sweaty long hair whipping in your face as you headbang

4.  Some girls need to look in the mirror before leaving the house

5.  Screaming is not a talent I ever aspire to master

6. People actually still mosh

In the end it was nice to get out and do something different for a change. It was nice to be whisked back 10 years to my days of seeing local bands. Those were some fun times.

More Incompetence April 28, 2010

I really feel that I deal with incompetence on a daily basis. I don’t understand why some people are just SO hard to deal with. My latest occurrence came about as I was trying to get quotes to have some sports shirts printed for a friend. I called a lady on the phone yesterday and told her that I need a logo on the front and the team name and number on the back. When I was on the phone with her she kept stating (in her incomprehensible English) that she would do the logo on front and the word “TEAM” on the back with the number.

NO NO NO…

I said I need the TEAM NAME… which happens to be Falcons. Again, she could NOT understand what I was saying. I spelled it for her about 4 times. I thought she FINALLY understood what I was saying until I got this email from her today:

Hi,

Further to our email in yesterday, please be advised that the quote on letter computer vinyl cut of ‘SALCONS TEAM’ is quoted on each letter.

i.e. Letter: 2” height

Price: $ 2.5 + GST each letter x 11 letters = $ 27.5 + GST per tees

Any unclear, please get back to us ASAP.

Wow. Yes lady, “any unclear” is right!!   Well, here is my response to her on that:

Thanks, I appreciate your quote but I think that there was a bit of miscommunication with what should be printed on back. When I spoke to you on the phone I said “the team name will be printed on the back… the team name is FALCONS.”  I tried to make it clear that the word FALCONS would be printed and even specified a couple of times that the word TEAM was NOT to be printed. When I was spelling the word falcons to you, you didn’t seem to understand so I said “falcon, like the bird”. I guess it still was not clear.  

I just need to make sure that any company I work with is able to understand my requests clearly. The other companies I spoke to did not have any troubles understanding my requests. Also, your prices are quite a lot higher than all of the other quotes I received so I will not be going with your company at this time.

Thanks again,

Elsja

 I think I need to start a daily posting called “incompetence of the day.” I’m pretty sure I would have  A LOT to blog about.

Winning my Business April 24, 2010

Whatever happened to the days of bargaining, the days of businesses trying to win your business? I feel like people these days just don’t care- which is surprising since so many businesses in the US are struggling right now. Here’s what I’m talking about…

I’ve been calling and emailing around for quotes for transportation for our wedding. We need a bus to take guests from their hotels to the wedding. So I’ve probably contacted about 6 places. So far my range of quotes has been $700 to $1400 (including gratuity). Well, unfortunately the bus we REALLY want is about $1100. In fairness, his original quote was for $889, but that does not include a tip- which is why I did the math in my head to bring it up to  a rough $1100. When I emailed the guy saying we had quotes of $700-800 (inclusive of gratuity) and could he work with us on the price, here was his response:

There is nothing I can about the cost, the prices are set by the owners.

Doing the math I see that we are only about $177.00 higher. Not $400.00.So you have to ask yourself if that is worth going with a professional company with a impeccable safety record or giving up the safety for price. I am pretty sure the people riding on the bus would not advise you to give up their safety at their cost.

There is NOTHING you can do? REALLY? you are in SALES! Isn’t that your job? Can’t you speak to the owners?

And WHAT THE FUDGE is up with him acting like I am putting my guests’ safety in jeopardy by going with ANY other company. Seriously dude, I’m not a moron. All the other companies I’ve talked to have good safety records as well, plus insurance, plus nice buses… etc.

One company gave me a quote of $1200 minimum. I wrote him back right away saying it was way over our budget and we got other quotes from $700-800.

No response.

I guess people really aren’t struggling that badly after all. I guess they all have enough business and they don’t need mine. I guess I’m going to keep searching for someone who cares enough to do a bit of bargaining. I’ll let you all know how it goes.

Disclaimer: There have been a few really nice people who have provided quotes and in the end, I will most likely go with one of them. I just need to feel like people are actually TRYING to win my business, not that they are trying to educate me on why going with other companies will put my guests’ safety at risk. Idiots.

Dear Neighbors, Part 3 December 12, 2009

Dear new neighbors,

Andrew told me about you two while I was away. First to you Mr. Man neighbor- Andrew mentioned that everyone in the apartment could hear you beating your girlfriend. Evidently people heard the thuds and your poor girl was screaming and crying. Neighbors were yelling at you through the windows telling you they could hear you beating her and you still didn’t stop. Luckily some people had enough sense to call the cops. Clearly you are a douchebag.

When I returned last Saturday and heard what sounded like some serious sex occuring in the late afternoon, I actually thought I was hearing our other neighbors. But this sex did not sound like the sex that we usually can hear. You guys sounded REALLY into it. At least you did Ms. Lady neighbor. Yes, it partially did sound like you were being beat up- but when I heard “YEAH, YEAH” I figured you just like it rough. When I went into the bathroom again, I could hear you crying. Why oh why were you crying? Maybe you were just playing along out of fear because your creep boyfriend would beat you up again if you don’t fulfil his sleazy desires. I have never even met you but already I can see that you two have some SERIOUS issues.

I’m not sure what went on in the following 40 minutes but when Andrew and I returned from picking up dinner and a movie, your drunk trash boyfriend was on the ground being handcuffed by 5 cops.

While I do enjoy interesting neighbors, I don’t enjoy guys who beat up and possibly rape their girlfriends and wives. No one in the building wants to hear that. Someone needs to head to rehab and/or jail and someone else needs some major counseling. Good luck to you both.

P.S. I do like your Christmas stockings that you’ve hung in the window.

Wedding Nightmares December 8, 2009

Am I the only bride-to-be that has recurring nightmares about our wedding? If there is anything that could ever go wrong with a wedding, I’ve dreamt about it. Here is a list of just some of the nightmares I’ve had (at least all the ones I can remember).

• My hair and makeup is not done when it’s time to walk down the aisle
• Being totally late because I run out of time getting ready
• My dad not showing up to walk me down (I’ve had that one twice, in the most recent one my sister walked me instead)
• Getting to the altar and not knowing who I am marrying. Then when I see the guy he is some unknown nasty man and I get really sad and don’t want to marry him
• Instead of flowers, the florist puts up giant crepe paper daisies… hideous
• My bouquet flowers are the wrong color
• Forgetting to give a schedule to the DJ and caterers so no one knows what is going on
• Forgetting to sort out who will actually be marrying us (luckily someone at the wedding just happens to be authorized to do so)
• Turning into a total bridezilla and actually yelling at people because NO ONE is doing anything
• Having to tell my mom to go sit down because she wants to walk down the aisle after me
• Waking up the day after the wedding and realizing I remember NONE of it and being SO sad that I will never remember our wedding

Andrew thinks I’m crazy- but he also thinks it probably happens to all brides. Maybe I am crazy. If we’ve got 9 months until the wedding and I’m already having these issues, how much worse will it get when I only have 1 month left to plan?

Missing Australia June 22, 2009

I’m definitely happy to be home, and I’m loving spending time with my friends and family- but there a a few things I am missing.

1. Andrew. Feels like I haven’t seen him in forever and it’s only been 5 days! I still have almost 2 weeks before I see him again.

2. TV that doesn’t include the Tru TV station. Don’t get me wrong- I truly enjoy the vast variety of stations here and I’ve been excited to flip through them all over the last few weeks- but why is it that everyone here (i.e. my dad and brother-in-law) ONLY want to watch Tru TV??? I just would like to say that is the worst TV station EVER! “Tru TV, not reality, Actuality.” I’d like to change the slogan to “Tru TV, not reality, just plain SHIT.” Operation Repo is satan’s latest crap contribution to cable TV and I do NOT understand how ANY civilized human being can enjoy that show. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed my fair share of reality shows and pointless TV in the past- but this show has to take the top prize for the worst thing on air. I cannot believe those fat, ghetto, painted-eyebrow scum are probably making WAY more money than me. Why did I go to school again?

For those of you who may not have been blessed enough to see this show yet… here is one of the cast members:

I think I liked her better in her first movie, The Little mermaid:

3. Yoga. I haven’t been in weeks!! Oooh how I miss it. Sure I could go here, but that would involve paying money- and I don’t like paying money for classes. I’d rather vacuum and wash mirrors for free classes! Then I can spend money on other non-essential items like Ugg boots, giant packs of orbitz gum, grape vodka and a pocket pie maker.

That’s all really. I’m happy with everything else here… the weather (finally), the comfy guest bed I’m sleeping in, they gym (for some unknown reason I find the gym here MUCH more tolerable than the one at home), Pei Wei, Panera, cheap brewed ice tea at every restaurant I go to, free refills!!! I just want Andrew back here. Either that or I want bring 3 months worth of Strawberry Poppy seed salad home with me and then just fast forward a few months so I can skip the Sydney winter all together. Oh and if they could open a Pei Wei or Panera in Sydney, that would be awesome. It’s not a far fetched dream- they did after all open up a Counter Burger.

A Lesson in Geography June 11, 2009

Ok I know I’m not blogging, but I’m too busy visiting family and friends but I thought I’d post about an interesting experience I had yesterday with a woman who is clearly an idiot.

I was at the nail shop getting a pedicure. I was chatting to the lady (well attempting to, her Vietnamese accent was pretty strong) and I mentioned that I moved to Australia.

She asked how long I had been there and I said almost 2 years.

Then she asked the following:

“Where in Australia you move, Toato”?

I couldn’t understand her and so I was trying to think of all the cities in Australia that sounded like what she had just said. But then she cleared it up for me…

“Where in Australia you move, Toronto, Quebec?”

I didn’t even know how to reply at first. I was so amazed. It’s not like I told her I moved to Australia and she asked if  I am living in Vienna (Austria) which at least SOUNDS similar.

So I just replied, “No, I live in Sydney…Australia… not Canada”

Then the woman proceeded to scrub my feet with exfoliating scrub. Everyone knows the heels and balls of the feet are the roughest, so it’s a good thing she spent 2 minutes scrubbing my sensitive arches.

Seriously… what a moron!

Dear Neighbors, Part 2 May 20, 2009

Dear Neighbors,

No… not you two… I’m talking to the ones upstairs who speak in some language I cannot decipher. I am really getting sick of your late night chats on the balcony. Seriously, I don’t hear you at all during the day or evening but for some reason you must go on to your balcony EVERY single night after 11:00 pm to have your daily 15 minute foreign chat. Oh and I REALLY don’t appreciate the random 1:00 am sessions. Those seriously suck.

It frustrates me that I can’t even eavesdrop and be nosey since I can’t understand you. Where the hell are you from anyways?? It frustrates me even MORE that you keep me awake at night. Don’t you need to sleep too?

Andrew was going to write you a letter once. Even though he USUALLY falls asleep before you start yacking, he really felt bad for me being kept up every night. But I stopped him from putting the note under your door one night at 3am because I didn’t think it was very nice. Here’s what it said in big black sharpie marker:

“SHUT THE F*%K UP”

I thought there must be a nicer way to go about asking you to be quiet, but considering I’ve lived here for over a year and a half and I still don’t think I’ve ever really seen your face, I  don’t exactly feel comfortable approaching you. So instead I just lie there each night waiting patiently for your 15 minutes of annoying chatter to end.

SO since I am afraid of confrontation, I’m REALLY happy that I now get to write this second letter to our OTHER neighbors. I thought I’d run it by you first. Let me know what you think…

-E

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Dear Other Mystery Neighbor,

You are wonderful.

When my boyfriend wanted to write a mean note to the yackies upstairs, I stopped him because I didn’t think it was very nice to use the F word. Well, clearly, that’s just something Australians do- or maybe just people in this apartment block. I remember on Halloween one guy in the block yelled “Oi F*%K off kids!!”  to some little teenage punks. That was pretty funny. Maybe that was your husband.

I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate what you did for all of us last night. I could hear you yelling “shut up!” numerous times. I just laid there smiling, comforted knowing that someone else had been feeling my pain all these nights. I always thought I may be the only one who was going crazy from their conversations. But the gabbers upstairs just didn’t hear you. I don’t know why because I certainly heard you, even with my window closed. So I found it thoroughly amusing when you finally screamed in your shrill, angry voice:

“SHUUUUUUUUUT UUUUUUUPPPPP. You F*%King talk out there EVERY NIGHT!”

Well, I think they finally got the hint because they did shut up and they went inside.

I truly think your message got through to them. Maybe using the F word really is the only way to get things done around these parts! Hopefully tonight we will all sleep a little easier!

Thanks again for taking care of the situation (and thanks to my BF who attempted to take care of the situation 2 weeks ago even though I intercepted his note and threw it in the trash bin).

-E

Is it Weird? May 15, 2009

Today I ventured out of the apartment for a few hours to meet up with some fellow ex-pats. Is it weird that I’ve never met these people in person (until today), never have even talked to them at all (until today) and yet I still know so much about them? No talking on the phone, no emailing, no texting… yet I still know tons of details about their day to day lives. Welcome to the wonderful world of bloggers! Today I met fellow ex-pat bloggers Daisy and Lindsay (and her friend Emily). I missed out on meeting Erin at lunch but there’s always next time right?

I only started reading Lindsay’s blog recently, so I’m not totally up to date on her life, but is it weird that as we walked around the Botanical gardens, I had conversations with Daisy about the guys she’s dated and her uni program? Is it weird that I knew all about the horrible blister on her foot? Is it weird that she was talking to me about the birds that visit my apartment everyday?

Is it weird that a foreign guy stopped us and asked us if  we would mind standing on his back as he laid on the grass while someone else took a picture?

Huh?

Yes, that actually happened. Here was how the conversation went:

Weird guy: Excuse me, are you all travelers? (detected our accents I suppose)

Us: ummmmm uuhhh yeah (hard to answer that one because yes, we are foreign but no, we’re not really “travelers”).

*** we suspect he is about to ask us for directions or something normal, but no… no such luck.***

Weird guy: I’m wondering if you might be able to help me. I’m trying to get a photo (pulling out fancy camera) but it’s kind of hard to get.  I basically want the photo of me lying on the grass with 2 people standing on my back.

Us:    …

Weird guy: You know, like I’m “down under”

Us:    …

Weird guy: I’ll give you $20 between the  four of you.

All of us: Uhhh ummm… ok???

Elsja and Daisy: Oh they can do it (pointing to Lindsay and Emily), they are the smallest!!

Weird guy: Oh how about one of you  (Lindsay/Emily) and one of you (Elsja/Daisy)

Daisy: She’ll do it (pointing to me), she’s shorter! (thanks by the way)

So, we decided to help the guy out. Either he was a really artsy person who genuinely wanted to get a shot to send back home of him “down under” OR he was a complete freak who gets turned on by REALLY weird things. Either way, it wasn’t going to hurt us to help him out. At least we have a funny story to tell now. Oh… and all of us were quite curious- why did he ask us if we were travelers? Wouldn’t local Aussies be better candidates if he wanted to be “down under”? Maybe he’s been told off by too many of them already. Seriously, have any of you out there ever had a weirder request from a stranger? If so, I’d love to hear it!

Lastly, while I’m on the topic of all things weird, I’d like to comment on this tree.  Amanda and Stephen took these photos last week and I didn’t think much of them until I actually went and saw the tree today.

First of all, this tree really DOES mysteriously drop random branches, I saw it happen with my own two eyes. Weird. But what’s even weirder is the sign. I hadn’t really thought about this until some guy pointed it out today. “This tree may drop branches without warning.”

Without warning?

Really? 

Is there any OTHER way this may occur? Like would the tree have some branch dropping alarm to notify you of falling branches? Would some guy sit in the tree all day to yell at people when one was about to fall?

Wouldn’t “This tree may drop branches” suffice?

Now I’m back to my normal apartment where I am doing normal work and am about to eat a normal dinner. Maybe later one of my neighbors will come ask me if I would mind putting on some rollerskates and helping them paint their living room. That wouldn’t be weird at all.

Dear Neighbors March 22, 2009

Dear Neighbors,

Yes, I’m talking to the two of you who like to have loud, raunchy sex at night. I realize that your identities still remain a mystery- yet I still feel compelled to write to you.

I am very happy for you, I truly am. It sounds like you have a happy and active sex life. Congrats.

I do appreciate that you have limited yourselves to sex before midnight. Thanks for that! For awhile, the 3am wakeup calls we were getting from you guys were a bit annoying. You are quite loud you know… I even posted once before on my blog about how we always can hear your headboard banging against the wall when you get into the act. That’s fine. Sometimes we can hear you moaning… gross, but good for you! But last night, I had to pee right around the time that you were enjoying yourselves and I was shocked when I realized how loud you truly are. I’ve never had the pleasure of hearing you from the bathroom before, but let me tell you… that’s a whole different experience all together. Let me put it this way- you REALLY should shut your windows.

Do you realize that your moaning and screaming echoes throughout the entire garage area? It bounces off all the walls and shoots straight into the windows of the other apartments. And do you realize that EVERY single apartment in this building surrounds the garage? This means that a vast majority of the units on this side can DEFINITELY hear you? Do you realize that even above the sounds of the rain and the sounds of some other guy coughing up his lungs while showering in a neighboring bathroom, I could still hear you loudest of all?

Do you realize that if I don’t know who you are (I still assume you are the people above me but I just can’t be 100% sure) then OTHER people might not know who you are either? We at least have the advantage of hearing your headboard to help us decipher that you are either above us or next to us. But other people who hear your escapades through the windows surrounding the garage… they just don’t know. In fact, they have no clue if you are on the top floor, middle floor or bottom. All they can hear are your hoots and hollers. I must point out- no one else in this buiding is as loud as you are. You guys take the cake!

Do you know why this bothers me? Because you live too close to us. Personally, I don’t want there to be any chance that one of our neighbors might mistakenly think that those noises are coming from OUR apartment!! Seriously… how embarrassing would that be?

So while your shenanigans do give us quite a laugh from time to time, can you please just tone it down or shut a window? It would be greatly appreciated!

Thank you for your time.

Now I’ve Seen it All February 22, 2009

A musical based on the Jerry springer show. Coming to the Opera House. I can’t decide if this is repulsive, or if I actually might want to see it. I have no more words to describe my thoughts at the moment.

Sex in the City February 3, 2009

By titling this post Sex in the City, I am simply referring to the fact that some people just should NOT have sex in the city… or ANYWHERE for that matter!

I was standing by the bus stop in the city while waiting to meet Natasha and Tracy and I glanced over and saw a REALLY REALLY skinny young pregnant woman. At first I thought “wow, what a cute skinny prego!!” Then I changed my opinion drastically and thought to myself  “actually, not so cute… she looks like a speed freak- way too skinny, jacked up teeth, ghetto clothes.”

THEN, I noticed her 4 kids. Yes, FOUR- not including the one in her belly. The oldest was probably 9. This woman couldn’t have been over 33; however, all the drugs she’s done probably makes her look older. She’s probably 23. Next I happend to glance over at her red-haired  leprechaun husband (he was short)… oh no wait- NOT a husband… neither of them had rings. Ok so maybe they just hocked them to buy more drugs. The 3rd youngest kept calling him daddy- so at least he plays some role in their lives.

Speaking of the children, I felt really bad for the second oldest. (S)he was wearing a bandana and looked baldish which made me think the poor child had some form of cancer. I say (s)he because I’m not really sure if it was a boy or girl. I assumed girl because (s)he was wearing girly cartoon pink socks, but the uniform (s)he was wearing resembled that of her brother’s (who was clearly a boy). Maybe it was just a boy who likes bandanas and pink cartoon socks… ya’ never know! The eldest child (an obvious girl) wasn’t even wearing a uniform. Maybe they can only afford to put 2 of their kids in school? Maybe they picked the two with the most potential- who knows? To be fair, the parents were being very nice to their kids. The 115 lb, 8 month pregnant mom was picking up the baby and playing with him and smiling and cooing. The leprechaun was doing the same. They all seemed really happy. I hear that’s what speed does to you.

Before you start yelling at me for being super critical (and telling me maybe they just aren’t rich and can’t afford nice clothes) I want to reinforce that I do have my reasons for saying these people suck! After about 10 minutes of spying (trying myself to judge whether I was being overly harsh in my assessment), I saw something I’ve never actually seen before in real life… the mom started smoking. I’ve never seen a CLEARLY prego crackwhore smoking a cig in broad daylight on one of the busiest streets in Sydney (or really anywhere else for that matter). I know people do it, but it was just appalling. And she was smoking about 12 inches away from her daughter to whom she was talking during my moments of spying.

Seriously- I’m SO glad I’m not white trash and I feel so bad for the children who are brought into these trashy families.

Oh and finally, on my bus ride home I realized that I would shoot myself if I ever became a bus driver for the sole reason that people pushing those annoying beeping buttons to get off at EVERY stop would drive me INSANE. I was going mad after my 20 minute ride home! There is no way I could listen to that all day. I don’t know how they do it! That has nothing to do with sex in the city… but I thought you all should know!

White Trash December 17, 2008

Seriously… what is wrong with people??

A US supermarket has refused to inscribe a birthday cake for a toddler named Adolf Hitler.

New Jersey couple Heath and Deborah Campbell wanted to mark their son Adolf Hitler Campbell’s third birthday with a cake from supermarket chain ShopRite.

But the store refused to inscribe the toddler’s cake for the family, who are Holocaust deniers and have swastikas in every room of their house.

“We believe the request … to inscribe a birthday wish to Adolf Hitler is inappropriate,” Lehigh Valley Live News reported a ShopRite spokesperson as saying.

But Adolf’s parents have described the supermarket’s denial as “sad”.

“Other kids get their cake. I get a hard time,” Heath Campbell, 35, said. “It’s not fair to my children.” The chain offered to leave the cake blank for the Campbells to decorate themselves, but the family rejected the offer.

Their two younger daughters also appear likely to cause similar problems down the track.

JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell and Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie Campbell, who is named after notorious Schutzstaffel head Heinrich Himmler, will turn two and one early next year.

ShopRite has already stated they will not make a cake for JoyceLynn.

Fellow supermarket chain Wal-Mart now appears set to create Adolf’s cake.

“Our No. 1 priority in decorating cakes is to serve the customer to the best of our ability,” a Wal-Mart spokesperson said.

The Campbells, who are both unemployed due to alleged disabilities, deny they are damaging their children or setting them up for harassment at school.

“They say, ‘He (Hitler) killed all those people’ … I say, ‘You’re living in the wrong decade. That Hitler’s gone’,” Mr Campbell said.

“Yeah, they [Nazis] were bad people back then but my kids are little — they’re not going to grow up like that.

“Other kids get their cake, I get a hard time.”

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