I was excited about working the public holiday, because yaaaay more monies. Then cunterlink says I owe them $650, because they're fuckwits who didn't state the conditions of their lump sum payment, and thus I didn't question it, and of course SPENT THE MONEY, but then 2 months after the payment they noticed that I wasn't fulfilling the conditions (the ones I hadn't been told about, the ones I HAD been told about I had fulfilled), and so they say I have to pay it back. And since I kinda sorta lied about who I am living with, I can't risk going through the appeals process, in case I get found out and owe a whole lot more than that one lump sum. Fuckers. If they didn't make it so hard to live whilst studying, I wouldn't have had to lie. If they just put ONE MORE SENTENCE in the letter with the conditions, I would have returned the payment. I did actually think at the time "this is weird, surely they'll want this back now that I've dropped back to part time? oh wait here's a summary letter, nope nothing mentioned, ok, I need food so I'm going to spend the money". Also, wtf, 'start up scholarship payment' in like week 9 of semester? what the fuck am I going to use that for? Certainly not 'start up' things like books or lab coats, because I HAD TO BUY THEM IN WEEK 1. Not fucking week 9. So. I made a complaint, and they said "we didn't want to put all the conditions in the letter because people say we overwhelm them with too much information". Fuckwits. I would so appeal this and make a big noise if I hadn't made that teensy weensy lie. Grrrrr. So nearly all my public holiday paycheque money is going on that payment. And the rest will go on fixing my car. And paying off my bike.
Sometimes I sit here and realise how that in order to get my life to the point where I want, entirely change how I exist, I have to live the exact opposite way. You gotta play the game to escape the game and make a new world. Seriously sucks balls.
In other more happy news. WE HAS A PUPPY! If you haven't already seen him on my iam/fb/tumblr, then this is Dewey. Dewey Decimal, friend to librarians everywhere. He was dumped in a cardboard box outside my work at like 6am. When it is still dark and like 4 degrees out! Poor baby, he's only like 7 weeks old, he had a nasty facial wound which needed like 12 stitches and a drain, and he has a fractured femur. No idea what happened to him, perhaps fell off a ute and onto some slicey dicey metal? Was thrown? No other injuries so not likely to be hit by car. He's a tough lil dude and I took him home to escape the mass of sick puppies at work, and well now I'm in love with him, carrying around the whinging lil staffy sucker like a baby. Mum suggested I get a baby sling. I have taken to putting him inside my hoodie and sneaking into libraries with him. We're hoping like all fuck that his leg heals ok on it's own, growth plates are fine and it develops normally, and that his hips are ok. If that doesn't happen, options become slim, because I don't got like $8k for specialist orthopaedic surgery. Also... not actually technically supposed to have pets here, and he's noisier than ratties, so also crossing digits that he doesn't piss of the neighbours and they dob us in.
Here are some photos. Be warned, you may die. ( Dewey DecimalCollapse )
Basically I'd just be super pissy about money and everyone going overseas and the weather, but this bundle of cuteness is keeping me sane. The original plan was to foster him, but I'm hoping against hope that we can find a bigger place with pets allowed come October when the lease is up, and we can keep him.