James & Georgie

Hmm, today  I was driving to the shops, and listening to something on the radio about how kids are losing their ability to effectively communicate with each other.
Damn, I thought. They’re right; it’s so obvious but I somehow missed it. I finish early on Wednesdays, and drive home past the local primary school I used to attend, when their lunch break is just about to end. When I went there, there’d be kids running around the oval, playing on the swing set, kicking a ball, chatting and everything. Last week, everyone was huddled in the shade, and they were all either on a phone, a Nintendo thing or another, or watching someone else on one. As the car slowly idled by I just thought how stupid it was. Fat, pasty kids. It really upsets me; I used to be borderline obese. It took and takes quite a bit of effort to change and maintain that, and looking at them it was hard to say if they’d have the motivation to do something like that themselves. Wii fit? What difference does it make to do…pushups without some electronic board anyway? Craning your neck up to stare at the animated you doing pushups on your big-ass plasma TV probably wouldn’t be too good for your neck, either.

The point is, kids are screwing themselves over pretty hard. No imagination. No activity. Fat food and candy and ‘Chippees’ . I don’t know. It just really annoys me how people can let themselves go. Especially when you’re at a red light and the dick next to you has his fat son leering at you, with some sort of bar in his hand he’s eating. Wanker. I hope he chokes. Hahaha

I went to the shops today, to buy a new drill I’ve been eyeing. I went to two hardware stores…twenty minutes apart. The first one had one with an average battery pack, for $200. Fine, I thought. I picked up some goodies I needed, then I went on my way. The second store had a similar drill, with a better battery pack for $159. Awesome, I thought. Then I looked at the top, there was an extra battery pack taped on top. Two state-of-the-art battery packs (each sells for around $40 anyway), for that price! I bought it on the spot; turns out it was leftovers from Fathers Day Sale ’09. What a bargain.
It’s got a nice hard carrycase, two charging stations (but only one wall adapter, which I found rather counter-intuitive), and the carrycase has room for an extra battery. Hahah, and the drill itself has a little screen on the back that tells you remaining battery capacity, and a small LED under the head which illuminates whatever you’re drilling. The best thing is I don’t have to worry about flat batteries. Worse comes to worst, just slap the other one in. It’s fantastic; I was thinking of replacing the old batteries in the old drill’s cartridge, but that would have cost me $90 for far less quality than what I got today.

While I was in the great concrete yonder, I also bought some groceries and a roast chicken. The guy at the counter was seriously, no more than 14, 15 years old. Amazing; it sort of reminded me what was happening to me at my own job. On Sundays we get time and a half, and they used to give me a seven hour shift every Sunday, until they gave it to this sixteen year old. Jerkbags. Pfft. And they call me on almost every Sunday morning, going ‘Ah are you available today etc etc’ because they know he won’t get the job done. Too bad, I mean, I got stuff to do at home and for study. If they assigned me the shift I’d be there, but that’s just crazy.

Jesus that was long