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They (who is ‘they‘ anyway) say that there are three keys to happiness. In order to have happiness, you have to have a good job, a good place to live and good relationships. After my job interview today, and a ever-so-increasing development with a beautiful girl at my old job, I’m almost in pure ecstasy. The job (Happiness Key #1) will also lead me to being able to afford to move out (Happiness Key #2). Let’s not talk about how Happiness Key #2 can make Happiness Key #3 better… we already all know.

Thanks to my sister, I’ve scored myself a job in one of Sydney’s best cafe/restaurants and although nervous, I reckon it’ll be sick mattteeeee totally wickedddd. But I have a question to pose to you all. How do you quit?!

Being at the cafe I’m currently working in for three years, I’ve developed a pretty close relationship with my boss and his family, who I now occasionally see outside of work. I know me leaving will cause issues, especially since I can only give one weeks notice; but if I ever want to move on, I have to do it. I feel awful for ditching them, particularly after their rather generous Christmas bonus, and I am absolutely dreading my Sunday shift when I plan to tell them they’ve got to replace me.

Any suggestions???

Hi, my name is Patrick and I’m an alcoholic, and I blame it all on the fact that I longer have any sense of routine in my life. I cannot wait to start my degree (in eleven days time), simply for the fact that my liver will get a rest, and so will my eyes.

Having finished school officially at the end of October last year, but technically late August early September, I have had nothing to do but drink. I have not had to worry about ’school the next day’ or any assignments and essays that are due and this has caused my body great harm. After spending the last eight days drunk, I have started to realise how much I am craving education once again.

No longer will my health depend on my ‘responsibility’, but on the simple fact that I will not have time to go out and trash the hell out of myself. My days will not be filled with BBQs and beer under the sun any longer, but my filling my brain with fun-filled facts to get me a career. Sure, that career may well be in a bar surrounded by alcohol once again, but the fact that I’m learning makes it all seem so much better.

No longer will I spend until midday in bed wasting the day away. No longer will I turn up to work with yet another hangover. In fact, I may very well be apart of FebFast and be sober this month.

I’m gonna be a changed little boy!!

Ten times better than ‘Snakes On A Plane’ could ever be was being drunk on a plane. Our weekend trip to Melbourne this Australia Day weekend ended up with my sister Jess and I having a very boozy lunch with our cousins at a Chapel Street pub. Way too many jugs of beer later, we moved on to another bar, and simultaneously, we moved onto vodka.

We arrived to an empty Melbourne airport not long after to be upgraded for free to Business Class on an empty plane with about 30-40 people on board. Unfortunately, I missed the Business Class privileges passing out falling asleep minutes after getting on the plane.

Apparently hot-towels were offered;
“Does he want… aw, he’s gone!!!”

The family are all well (minus a few issues), we made nothing at the casino (that we didn’t re-gamble and lose), I didn’t get to see Amanda or Mandy (due to a jam-packed schedule), and I’m absolutely buggered (booze, food, no sleep). It’s time to sleep before my hangover kicks in.

I’ve finally got my hands on last Wednesday’s karaoke photos, and I think I can sum up our attempted ‘tame’ night in just six shots… I’d also like the time to thank our sponsor for the night, Stolichnaya. Without the good guys at Stoli, we probably would’ve realised how bad we actually sounded.

  
 

No idea where the fire hydrant came from, but Matt ended up with a face and backfull of it. I don’t think we’ll be able to go back there for a while… Now I’m up for hearing some of your all-time-favourite karaoke/sing-a-long songs that don’t include “Build Me Up Buttercup”, “Sweet Home Alabama”, “Wonderwall” or anything by The Backstreet Boys.