Cookie on skateboard
Look! Cookie recording "Light On" and hittin' the board (the skateboard that is) outside the studio. Cool kid.
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In other news, another hard day at work. I was on the verge of tears. Actually I did cry. I disguised it as choking on my sandwich and being unable to breath (I did choke on my sandwich and unable to breath) so mum won't get too worried (one of the downsides of working with your mother). I could tell none of the other office-folks gave a fuck. I guess they just assumed that if I had anything to cry about, my mummy is there so their comfort is not needed. And it's not. So glad we're on the same page.
I was just never been talked to like this in my entire life, never been so humiliated, never been treated like this. Avital, the boss, is just a bitter old bitch that likes making people feel small and insignificant. She's a Dementor, I swear. Her office is ice-cold and she sucks out all the life force out of me. As soon as I leave and go sit in the other office (that doesn't have air-con), it's warmer and I feel human again. It appears she and her brother (second boss) are always looking for faults in me and it annoys me. I keep so many things I want to say to them bottled up because I may be a temp and don't care if they fire me, but my mum's been working there for over 20 years and she's going to probably work there till she retires. So I have to keep my mouth shut, and that takes a toll on my sanity.
I was ready to quit by midday. I was depressed and in tears when Gilla from my aunt's traveling agency called. That call saved my day. It reminded me WHY I was putting up with this crap. Cause I need the money to go to England.
So Gilla and I booked a flying ticket for November the 26th, 9:05am, El-Al flight leaving from Terminal 3 in Ben Gurion airport and landing at Heathrow at midday. Woo! I just need to sort out my credit card because it was denied when she tried to charge it. I know what the problem is, nothing major. It's just time to sort it out. Damn Yom Kippur. Damn those religious assholes.
In other-other news, Dad finally bought a table and some chairs for our roof. Now we can sit and chillax up there. How cool is that?
Click HERE for the video
In other news, another hard day at work. I was on the verge of tears. Actually I did cry. I disguised it as choking on my sandwich and being unable to breath (I did choke on my sandwich and unable to breath) so mum won't get too worried (one of the downsides of working with your mother). I could tell none of the other office-folks gave a fuck. I guess they just assumed that if I had anything to cry about, my mummy is there so their comfort is not needed. And it's not. So glad we're on the same page.
I was just never been talked to like this in my entire life, never been so humiliated, never been treated like this. Avital, the boss, is just a bitter old bitch that likes making people feel small and insignificant. She's a Dementor, I swear. Her office is ice-cold and she sucks out all the life force out of me. As soon as I leave and go sit in the other office (that doesn't have air-con), it's warmer and I feel human again. It appears she and her brother (second boss) are always looking for faults in me and it annoys me. I keep so many things I want to say to them bottled up because I may be a temp and don't care if they fire me, but my mum's been working there for over 20 years and she's going to probably work there till she retires. So I have to keep my mouth shut, and that takes a toll on my sanity.
I was ready to quit by midday. I was depressed and in tears when Gilla from my aunt's traveling agency called. That call saved my day. It reminded me WHY I was putting up with this crap. Cause I need the money to go to England.
So Gilla and I booked a flying ticket for November the 26th, 9:05am, El-Al flight leaving from Terminal 3 in Ben Gurion airport and landing at Heathrow at midday. Woo! I just need to sort out my credit card because it was denied when she tried to charge it. I know what the problem is, nothing major. It's just time to sort it out. Damn Yom Kippur. Damn those religious assholes.
In other-other news, Dad finally bought a table and some chairs for our roof. Now we can sit and chillax up there. How cool is that?
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