HIGH: Finished work at 3.00pm today. Finishing work early of an afternoon is fucking awesome. Today was even more awesome because it means Ive only got two days left at my current job. Next week sometime I'll be starting a new job, and thats always exciting!

LOW: I have ZERO fucking enthusiasm in regards to the next two days. Its so hard to give a shit about a job youre leaving. Gonna be the two longest, cuntiest days EVAH.

HIGH: Went and picked up my phone today, you know the one I talked about in a previous post? Well I got to the service center to find they hadnt repaired the phone, but replaced it, SHINY AND BRAND NEW! Hooray!

LOW: The memory stick has been missing since we got the phone back the first time. The repair sheet we got back from the service agent lists the stick as never being with the unit when they got it. FUCKING BULLSHIT. Some fucking technician CUNT has probably stolen it, and is filling it with gay porn and pictures of octopus cocks. Its easy enough to replace I guess, but the pictures and videos of holidays and the night I proposed to my fiance sure as hell fucking arent.

HIGH: Thinking about how much the memory stick was missing pissed me off, I decided to visit the first place we dropped the phone off for repairs, Optus in Perth City. I explained to guy behind the counter what had happened, trying not to grind my teeth too much, and he went off to investigate. He returns a couple minutes later and explains that a full inventory of all parts belonging to the phone are done on check in. His records show a memory stick wasnt with the phone when they recieved it, but he also said that the guy who did the check in on the phone cant actually remember checking the memory stick slot, so IT MIGHT have been in the phone after all, and as I earlier suspected, when the techies recieved the phone, found the card and realised it wasnt put in as inventory, they pocketed it. After explaining this to me he reaches into his pocket, produces a 64meg memory stick, explaining that they have a box of spare parts, mainly batteries and covers, and that luckily for me there was a stick in the box, and hands it to me. He apologises for any trouble the loss of the stick may have caused, the loss of any data I had on the stick, and asks if he can help me with anything else. FUCKING LEGEND!

LOW: It took me 25 FUCKING MINUTES TO FIND A CAR PARK SPOT IN PERTH CITY!! Jesus H Christ on a Jumping Castle, Perth was a fucking chaotic battleground. And then I had to fucking pay to park. Fucking fuckity.

HIGH: Now that I wouldnt have to fork out my hard earned clams on a new memory stick, I decided to go and buy a new mouse, as my old Logitech is falling apart, years of gaming abuse having taken its toll. A quick visit to EB and I had a new Logitech MX510, a fucking bargain at $39, reduced from $89.

LOW: I arrived back at my car right as a parking inspector placed  a ticket for $100 under my windscreen wiper. WHAT THE FUCK? I knew for certain I had paid more than I needed to, the machine asked if I wanted to cancel my park, as I had overpaid. I quizzed the dude as to why he had given me a ticket and he explained that I was in a clear zone, that after a certain time in the afternoon all the parking spots along that street became  void, and any cars found parking there would be ticketed. He then pointed to a sign not 5 fucking meters from my car explaining exactly that. CUNTY.

What a fucking day.