I dunno what was up with me today.
I just reacted badly to anything people said.
I was in a terrible mood.
I was very aggressive.
Pretty pissed off, you could say.
BUT HERE'S THE THING. WHEN PEOPLE GO AROUND MAKING HAIKU'S ALONG THE LINES OF "BEN IS A TOSSER," WHO CAN BLAME ME?
I don't care that they were joking.
If they knew me well enough, they'd know that I don't take personal slights very well.
It's not really fair to expect people to know all that stuff about me.
But it's true.
I don't like people joking about me, I'm not self confident enough to throw off their insults.
10 odd years of insults kinda makes you really vulnerable to them.
It's not fair to blame a whole bad day on that though.
I was angry and aggressive all day.
And that was just the last couple hours.
I have no idea why I was so angry, that's the point I'm trying to get across.
And if I offended anyone, or freaked anyone out, or pissed anyone off (etc) then I'm sorry.
I'm only human.
By the way, Josh, you're right. Happy songs when you're angry don't work. Angry songs are much better.
"So I tried to laugh about it, cover it all up with lies. I tried to laugh about it, hiding the tears in my eyes. 'Cuz boys don't cry."
Ben
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
IT again, it's that time of the week...
There's not too much to write about right now, just sitting here, waiting for the bell... Trying to find something to do...zors...
That's not to say that I'm not learning anything though, I've been teaching myself JavaScript. Which probably means nothing to 80-90% of people who read this. 0.o.
Oh well.
argh! please someone do something to make this class interesting! bomb threat! nuclear strike! anything!!
gaahh!
so bored, not worrying about grammar. or punctiation or spelling ill just add a bunch of punctiliatinng at the end to make up for it
Man. What the hell happened there?
Oh, I've lost my touch.
Ben
P.S ,.',..,'.','.,'.,'.',.',.,.,.','.,'.,'!@!!!!@@""''.;,.,.,:;;;:,.,.
There's not too much to write about right now, just sitting here, waiting for the bell... Trying to find something to do...zors...
That's not to say that I'm not learning anything though, I've been teaching myself JavaScript. Which probably means nothing to 80-90% of people who read this. 0.o.
Oh well.
© The Amazing MonkeyMan, 2006. Patent Pending.
argh! please someone do something to make this class interesting! bomb threat! nuclear strike! anything!!
gaahh!
so bored, not worrying about grammar. or punctiation or spelling ill just add a bunch of punctiliatinng at the end to make up for it
Man. What the hell happened there?
Oh, I've lost my touch.
Ben
P.S ,.',..,'.','.,'.,'.',.',.,.,.','.,'.,'!@!!!!@@""''.;,.,.,:;;;:,.,.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
World Class Bitch Fest
So, I've been doing some thinking, and there's a lot of things about my life that really piss me off. So, for the next hour (unless someone interesting signs onto MSN), I'm just gonna type type type, until my fingers are raw and bloody, and hope that I can get all my teenage angst onto the internet before I have to go to sleep. Here we go.
School:
What is the deal with teachers? They think they're so god damn high and mighty just because they've done a Bacherlor of Arts degree, and then a Bachelor of Teaching. Well done. You now know more than 51% of the population, doesn't mean you can boss me around. I say again, well done. We (or I rather, since I'm a singular entity) demand young teachers who haven't lost touch with their youth yet, and who know how to deal with people of my age. God dammit.
And why the hell do you throw us out of A3? We have every right to be in there, we're not screwing anything up, we're not holding any Wiccan ceremonies (yet, stay tuned), so why chuck us out? Bah!
And then there's the students. Most are ok, many are not. I don't want to ruffle any feathers (much) so I won't list who pisses me off, but god damn you are out there. Mocking my intelligence, "zomg uleh, you dumb nerd." What the hell does that even mean? "Dumb nerd?" What? Can you say oxymoron? No, you can't.
Most of all, there's the substandard facilities. I know we're pretty lucky, because the government is supposed to care about us "we are the future" and all that bullshit, and we do get some good stuff, like our Science facilities and so called "Interactive Whiteboards." So far, I have not been allowed to "interact" with any whiteboards at all. The most interaction I've ever had with one of those things was watching the OC on it at the end of last year in Science. Waste of 3 hours I could have used to DO something, like learn. Isn't that what we're meant to go to school for anyway? I say, if we're not gonna learn anything that day, there's no point going. Which is why I'm thinking of boycotting Tuesday week 2 (zing). Oh, yeah, facilities.
There are holes in our toilet cubicles. At least 10% of the computers don't work. It's too cold in Winter, and too hot in Summer. And I'm not even gonna START on the Boys Toilets. Don't you get me started! Oh, now you've done it. The toilet paper is like, 0.5 ply. Not useful in the slightest.
Gee, this is fun...
Work:
Once, I looked forward to going to work. I loved it. It was engaging, and exciting, and I was naïve, and the world was good. But I was so naïve, that I didn't realise how screwed over I was getting. We were working for way less money than we were worth, yet we still loved it, because the boss respected us (Again, I say "us" even though again, I am a singular entity). Then the stupid boss had to go and sell the place. And now I'm getting even more screwed over! How does that work? Not cool. But the funny thing is, and I'm sure I've said this heaps of times, is that we were working longer hours, and for less pay, yet we still liked the old boss more than the new. Why does that work? Because again, she respected us!
God dammit!
You can't cut my hours down by more than 80% and then expect me to "help out!" You can't screw me over by not paying me correctly, and then expect me not to complain! Blaaahhh!
You can't screw me over, and expect me not to notice.
That was bold for a reason. Grrr. And then, Joe Zagari, you go and PUNISH me for asking for what I'm legally entitled to, and you wonder why I don't trust/like/respect you! GAAHH!!
Well, with the two major aspects of my life taken care of, I think I'll have to move on to people. But here's the catch. If you haven't already been mentioned, then please disregard the following statements, should you be offended/mentioned. It's just some stuff I've noticed, that really pisses me off, it's not that I don't like you, it just pisses me off. Ok? Ok.
My parents:
Man, where to start? They've been great parents for my whole life. But, they're so over protective, it's funny. Hehehe. Like, my mum'll be like "Ben, who are you going to Cydus with?"
"Jack... James... uh... Josh..."
"Who else?"
"I don't know?"
"Why not?"
*cowers in a corner*
That never actually happened, but thats how I've interpreted the sort of things that she says. Like I said, overprotective. And my Dad'll always be trying to get interested in the same things I am, as a kind of bonding exercise. In my opinion, I get along fine with my dad, I don't need to bond. We're already bonded. It's cool.
Man, that was a crappy gripe...
Jeez, I don't think I have that much left to complain about. Well, I do, but I've removed it for objective testing, to see if it's non-controversial enough to post. We'll see, stay tuned!
Ben
School:
What is the deal with teachers? They think they're so god damn high and mighty just because they've done a Bacherlor of Arts degree, and then a Bachelor of Teaching. Well done. You now know more than 51% of the population, doesn't mean you can boss me around. I say again, well done. We (or I rather, since I'm a singular entity) demand young teachers who haven't lost touch with their youth yet, and who know how to deal with people of my age. God dammit.
And why the hell do you throw us out of A3? We have every right to be in there, we're not screwing anything up, we're not holding any Wiccan ceremonies (yet, stay tuned), so why chuck us out? Bah!
And then there's the students. Most are ok, many are not. I don't want to ruffle any feathers (much) so I won't list who pisses me off, but god damn you are out there. Mocking my intelligence, "zomg uleh, you dumb nerd." What the hell does that even mean? "Dumb nerd?" What? Can you say oxymoron? No, you can't.
Most of all, there's the substandard facilities. I know we're pretty lucky, because the government is supposed to care about us "we are the future" and all that bullshit, and we do get some good stuff, like our Science facilities and so called "Interactive Whiteboards." So far, I have not been allowed to "interact" with any whiteboards at all. The most interaction I've ever had with one of those things was watching the OC on it at the end of last year in Science. Waste of 3 hours I could have used to DO something, like learn. Isn't that what we're meant to go to school for anyway? I say, if we're not gonna learn anything that day, there's no point going. Which is why I'm thinking of boycotting Tuesday week 2 (zing). Oh, yeah, facilities.
There are holes in our toilet cubicles. At least 10% of the computers don't work. It's too cold in Winter, and too hot in Summer. And I'm not even gonna START on the Boys Toilets. Don't you get me started! Oh, now you've done it. The toilet paper is like, 0.5 ply. Not useful in the slightest.
Gee, this is fun...
Work:
Once, I looked forward to going to work. I loved it. It was engaging, and exciting, and I was naïve, and the world was good. But I was so naïve, that I didn't realise how screwed over I was getting. We were working for way less money than we were worth, yet we still loved it, because the boss respected us (Again, I say "us" even though again, I am a singular entity). Then the stupid boss had to go and sell the place. And now I'm getting even more screwed over! How does that work? Not cool. But the funny thing is, and I'm sure I've said this heaps of times, is that we were working longer hours, and for less pay, yet we still liked the old boss more than the new. Why does that work? Because again, she respected us!
God dammit!
You can't cut my hours down by more than 80% and then expect me to "help out!" You can't screw me over by not paying me correctly, and then expect me not to complain! Blaaahhh!
You can't screw me over, and expect me not to notice.
That was bold for a reason. Grrr. And then, Joe Zagari, you go and PUNISH me for asking for what I'm legally entitled to, and you wonder why I don't trust/like/respect you! GAAHH!!
Well, with the two major aspects of my life taken care of, I think I'll have to move on to people. But here's the catch. If you haven't already been mentioned, then please disregard the following statements, should you be offended/mentioned. It's just some stuff I've noticed, that really pisses me off, it's not that I don't like you, it just pisses me off. Ok? Ok.
My parents:
Man, where to start? They've been great parents for my whole life. But, they're so over protective, it's funny. Hehehe. Like, my mum'll be like "Ben, who are you going to Cydus with?"
"Jack... James... uh... Josh..."
"Who else?"
"I don't know?"
"Why not?"
*cowers in a corner*
That never actually happened, but thats how I've interpreted the sort of things that she says. Like I said, overprotective. And my Dad'll always be trying to get interested in the same things I am, as a kind of bonding exercise. In my opinion, I get along fine with my dad, I don't need to bond. We're already bonded. It's cool.
Man, that was a crappy gripe...
Jeez, I don't think I have that much left to complain about. Well, I do, but I've removed it for objective testing, to see if it's non-controversial enough to post. We'll see, stay tuned!
Ben
Friday, August 11, 2006
Emo - Crazy or Fiction?
It's funny, how intelectually un stimulating IT can be. Obviously, Josh was bored in a stupendous manner, yet I didn't heed his warning, and now I'm stuck in this drab wasteland, parched of any intellectual creativity. I mean, I'm sure that there is SOME creativity on there, but I have yet to find it.
Gawd damn.
Can you say Emo?
I seriously think I could be an emo. I look the part, no-one'd doubt that I'm crazy enough to listen to that emo shit (music), but I just can't be bothered running around with a razorblade, lacing into my skin. Funny - yes. Practical - no.
But I think Emos are some of the most Misunderstood people on the planet. Sure, they act depressing, and they are depressing, and depressed, etc, but there's a reason that they are sad, and that's what people keep forgetting when they look at a creepy person with a pale face; dark, shaded eyes; and quite possibly greasy, black hair.
And we look at Hope is Emo and we laugh, because it's a riotous send up of the plight of these unfortunate souls, hell, the Tagline for Hope is Emo is "A Funny Podcast About a Sad Girl." Is this to say that Emos are to be ridiculed? Yes! Because as we all know, the media is always right. And if the media is showing to laugh at Emos, then we damn well better laugh at Emos.
Ben would like to take this time to laugh uproariously at the comedic prose he's just written.
Emo (similar to the Emu, and the Dodo) are a fictional beast, and as such should be ignored, in the hopes that they'll go away.
Ben would, once again, like to take this time to laugh uproariously at the comedic prose he's just written.
Seriously now, I think that Emo are very... very sad people. And it is our job as healthy people to assist these sad members of our society with their problems. Because the condition "Emo" is just a precursor to Depression. Counselling Emos is the best thing you can do for them, and to start with, just talk to them! They're all very nice people, and ridiculing them isn't gonna help their depression get any better.
Hope is Emo is a great thing - making light of a serious problem. It's funny, and this injection of humor is exactly the right thing to let Emos look at themselves, and look at Hope, and laugh, and get better.
Hats off to Hope is Emo, and to everyone I know that has iTunes, subscribe to the damn Podcast! It's funny as all hell!
Ben
Gawd damn.
Can you say Emo?
I seriously think I could be an emo. I look the part, no-one'd doubt that I'm crazy enough to listen to that emo shit (music), but I just can't be bothered running around with a razorblade, lacing into my skin. Funny - yes. Practical - no.
But I think Emos are some of the most Misunderstood people on the planet. Sure, they act depressing, and they are depressing, and depressed, etc, but there's a reason that they are sad, and that's what people keep forgetting when they look at a creepy person with a pale face; dark, shaded eyes; and quite possibly greasy, black hair.
And we look at Hope is Emo and we laugh, because it's a riotous send up of the plight of these unfortunate souls, hell, the Tagline for Hope is Emo is "A Funny Podcast About a Sad Girl." Is this to say that Emos are to be ridiculed? Yes! Because as we all know, the media is always right. And if the media is showing to laugh at Emos, then we damn well better laugh at Emos.
Ben would like to take this time to laugh uproariously at the comedic prose he's just written.
Emo (similar to the Emu, and the Dodo) are a fictional beast, and as such should be ignored, in the hopes that they'll go away.
Ben would, once again, like to take this time to laugh uproariously at the comedic prose he's just written.
Seriously now, I think that Emo are very... very sad people. And it is our job as healthy people to assist these sad members of our society with their problems. Because the condition "Emo" is just a precursor to Depression. Counselling Emos is the best thing you can do for them, and to start with, just talk to them! They're all very nice people, and ridiculing them isn't gonna help their depression get any better.
Hope is Emo is a great thing - making light of a serious problem. It's funny, and this injection of humor is exactly the right thing to let Emos look at themselves, and look at Hope, and laugh, and get better.
Hats off to Hope is Emo, and to everyone I know that has iTunes, subscribe to the damn Podcast! It's funny as all hell!
Ben
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
You know what sucks?
(Kif, I'm asking you a question...)
Not seeing the person you like for over a month. It seriously sucks ass. So, as such, I got no idea whether I like her or not anymore. I mean, how could you possibly know? And then with people constantly in my face (well, not constantly, but sometimes) about when I'm gonna ask her out, when am I gonna see her again, the answer is "I have no idea." "to both" /me cowers in a corner, hiding from the slings and arrows. But it's true! I haven't worked with her for at least a month, probably two, and it sucks!
Because... um... something about turmoil... oh yeah...
I'm like, in turmoil about my emotions pertaining to this whole situation, because I dunno if I like her or not, and then there's so many other people that I know that are equally as awesome as her... (No, not who you're all thinking)(Sorry Nick, lets just be friends)
So, it's a tumultuous time for me right now (hehe, I had to check how to spell that word, how lame is that)
Soozors, what I'm trying to communicate here is that I'm pretty sure I still like this person, maybe, but it mightn't be in my best interests to seclude myself into waiting for one person, in the hopes that they like me (not to mention the hope that I'll actually SEE this person), when there's so many other fish in the sea. REEL BIG Fish. Me so witty.
Soo, to recap... Turmoil, deep feelings... etc... Usual emotic crap. "Hope is Emoooooooo"
Ben
(Kif, I'm asking you a question...)
Not seeing the person you like for over a month. It seriously sucks ass. So, as such, I got no idea whether I like her or not anymore. I mean, how could you possibly know? And then with people constantly in my face (well, not constantly, but sometimes) about when I'm gonna ask her out, when am I gonna see her again, the answer is "I have no idea." "to both" /me cowers in a corner, hiding from the slings and arrows. But it's true! I haven't worked with her for at least a month, probably two, and it sucks!
Because... um... something about turmoil... oh yeah...
I'm like, in turmoil about my emotions pertaining to this whole situation, because I dunno if I like her or not, and then there's so many other people that I know that are equally as awesome as her... (No, not who you're all thinking)(Sorry Nick, lets just be friends)
So, it's a tumultuous time for me right now (hehe, I had to check how to spell that word, how lame is that)
Soozors, what I'm trying to communicate here is that I'm pretty sure I still like this person, maybe, but it mightn't be in my best interests to seclude myself into waiting for one person, in the hopes that they like me (not to mention the hope that I'll actually SEE this person), when there's so many other fish in the sea. REEL BIG Fish. Me so witty.
Soo, to recap... Turmoil, deep feelings... etc... Usual emotic crap. "Hope is Emoooooooo"
Ben
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
ZZZ
I dunno why I'm so tired. Yes I do, I'm lying. It's because I stay up so frigging late. And it's very fun! SO very fun.
Today was a pretty good day, nothing to strenuous, and I dunno why, but taking the tram home I felt pretty p/o'd. I can't even think of a reason why 0.o Mustn't be that important.
I got home, and Sam was on the front doorstep, with a massive wooden pole, tying his jacket to it. I got NO idea what that was all about, but he couldn't get into the house, because he lost his key and the spare key wasn't put back (i.e, he didn't put it back), so obviously it's all my fault for getting home at 5 o'clock. No one's but my own.
Gaah, I'm sick of being tired. And I have to go into the city tomorrow to find some bastard ass music book, then do... thing. Debating. Poor me.
This stupid lebo dude walked past me today, and he ran his hand across my chest. I brushed it off, as you would, and he started getting indignant on me! So, I ran like hell. That's really intimidating when that sort of thing happens (I guess it'd be worse if you're a girl... 0.o), because there's not much you can do. Maybe it's considered appropriate in Lebanon to touch people like that. Maybe people who are coming to Australia should read up on what's socially appropriate to do and not do before they get here. Grrrr.
I was meaning to get on Wikipedia ages ago and look this up, so here it is:
"Potassium is an essential mineral micronutrient in human nutrition; it assists in muscle contraction and in maintaining fluid and electrolyte balance in body cells. Potassium is also important in sending nerve impulses as well as releasing energy from protein, fat, and carbohydrates during metabolism... Research has indicated that diets high in potassium can reduce the risk of hypertension."
I don't look like I'm getting hypertension, do I?
Well, the page just started spinning, so I'd better go to bed. It's just me being tired, nothing to do with my good friend Potassium.
What a coincidence. I'm talking about Potassium, kalium, to use the latin (Atomic Symbol "K") and it's "K"ate's birthday today. Happy Birthday Kate!
Ben
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypertension
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Potassium
Today was a pretty good day, nothing to strenuous, and I dunno why, but taking the tram home I felt pretty p/o'd. I can't even think of a reason why 0.o Mustn't be that important.
I got home, and Sam was on the front doorstep, with a massive wooden pole, tying his jacket to it. I got NO idea what that was all about, but he couldn't get into the house, because he lost his key and the spare key wasn't put back (i.e, he didn't put it back), so obviously it's all my fault for getting home at 5 o'clock. No one's but my own.
Gaah, I'm sick of being tired. And I have to go into the city tomorrow to find some bastard ass music book, then do... thing. Debating. Poor me.
This stupid lebo dude walked past me today, and he ran his hand across my chest. I brushed it off, as you would, and he started getting indignant on me! So, I ran like hell. That's really intimidating when that sort of thing happens (I guess it'd be worse if you're a girl... 0.o), because there's not much you can do. Maybe it's considered appropriate in Lebanon to touch people like that. Maybe people who are coming to Australia should read up on what's socially appropriate to do and not do before they get here. Grrrr.
I was meaning to get on Wikipedia ages ago and look this up, so here it is:
"Potassium is an essential mineral micronutrient in human nutrition; it assists in muscle contraction and in maintaining fluid and electrolyte balance in body cells. Potassium is also important in sending nerve impulses as well as releasing energy from protein, fat, and carbohydrates during metabolism... Research has indicated that diets high in potassium can reduce the risk of hypertension."
I don't look like I'm getting hypertension, do I?
Well, the page just started spinning, so I'd better go to bed. It's just me being tired, nothing to do with my good friend Potassium.
What a coincidence. I'm talking about Potassium, kalium, to use the latin (Atomic Symbol "K") and it's "K"ate's birthday today. Happy Birthday Kate!
Ben
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypertension
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Potassium
Friday, July 14, 2006
Hahahahahaha!
This is funny, you're gonna get a stitch just thinking about it.
I went into work yesterday to get my back pay, and my last weeks pay.
I walked up to the shop. "Hi Amy!" I said.
"Hi Ben!!" was the reply.
"Can I come in?" I asked,
"Sure," said Amy.
In I walked. I saw Joe on the way in, he was walking out for his customary cigarette break. I curtly nodded at him. "Hi Ben." he said.
I went into the office.
"Can I get my pay please, Amy?" I asked.
"Sure," said Amy.
I opened the pay draw, and got my envelope. I excitedly opened it.
It looked a little light to be holding upwards of $400, but nevertheless, I got the pay slip, and it said:
<edit> I just realised that I paid 23 dollars tax, not eight, so that kinda bones this whole thing up. Btw, why do I have to pay tax? What do I get. All the free street light in the world. I say, give everyone a candle and gimme my frigging $23 back. </edit>
Hours: 27.5
Rate of pay: $9.53
Gross: $262. 08
Tax: $8
Net: $229.10
I looked at the thing, shocked, for a few minutes, and then said to Amy, "I think there's been a mistake with my back pay. I'll just wait for Joe in here."
A few minutes passed, then Joe walked in. Amy said "Ben's in the office for you, he said there's a problem with his pay or something."
Joe walked into the office.
"Joe, I think there's a mistake with my back pay." I said.
"No, there's no mistake." He said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Well, I'd still like to check the rosters."
"Ben, I don't have time to go through 3 months of rosters."
"But I have the time."
"Ah, well, let me just get my glasses."
I sat there for a minute while Joe went and got his glasses.
Joe came back in.
"Look, Ben, I just don't have the time to go through 3 months of rosters for you. They're not here."
"I understand that Joe, but I'd still like to have a look at them."
"They're not here! I'll show you what I've worked out."
Joe pulled out his folder, with a piece of paper that showed a bunch of workings out on it.
Joe looked for my name. There was a sequence of numbers there that added up to 25 hours.
"Do you want to check that?" he said.
"Yes, I do want to check that," I said.
"What, you don't even trust me to work that out?"
"It's not that I don't trust you, I just want to make sure."
I added up the numbers. They came to 25.
"Well, that's correct, but I still want to look at the rosters. And besides, you only gave me 20 hours worth of back pay."
"Ok, I'll give you 5 extra hours next week."
"Joe, I want to look at the rosters."
"BEN, if you can't accept that I'm not trying to cheat you, then I think we might have a problem here."
I thought for a moment, then said, "Ok Joe. That's fine. Thank you."
I walked out, said "bye" to Amy and Laura, then walked home, feeling angrier than I've ever been.
I walked down Union street, thinking, hoping that I'd see one of my friends, so I could talk to them for a while, get all my anxieties out. When I got on the tram, I saw peter. Even though I was still very angry, I laughed. I sat down at the opposite end of the tram. Luther came up out of nowhere, and I had a talk with him. He's a good friend. I went home, talked to dad about what happened at work, and we decided to write a letter. So I need to figure out when he started paying us double time, so I can work out exactly how much he owes me. Just for January and February, it was 34 hours. He's going down.
Ben
This is funny, you're gonna get a stitch just thinking about it.
I went into work yesterday to get my back pay, and my last weeks pay.
I walked up to the shop. "Hi Amy!" I said.
"Hi Ben!!" was the reply.
"Can I come in?" I asked,
"Sure," said Amy.
In I walked. I saw Joe on the way in, he was walking out for his customary cigarette break. I curtly nodded at him. "Hi Ben." he said.
I went into the office.
"Can I get my pay please, Amy?" I asked.
"Sure," said Amy.
I opened the pay draw, and got my envelope. I excitedly opened it.
It looked a little light to be holding upwards of $400, but nevertheless, I got the pay slip, and it said:
<edit> I just realised that I paid 23 dollars tax, not eight, so that kinda bones this whole thing up. Btw, why do I have to pay tax? What do I get. All the free street light in the world. I say, give everyone a candle and gimme my frigging $23 back. </edit>
Hours: 27.5
Rate of pay: $9.53
Gross: $262. 08
Tax: $8
Net: $229.10
I looked at the thing, shocked, for a few minutes, and then said to Amy, "I think there's been a mistake with my back pay. I'll just wait for Joe in here."
A few minutes passed, then Joe walked in. Amy said "Ben's in the office for you, he said there's a problem with his pay or something."
Joe walked into the office.
"Joe, I think there's a mistake with my back pay." I said.
"No, there's no mistake." He said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Well, I'd still like to check the rosters."
"Ben, I don't have time to go through 3 months of rosters."
"But I have the time."
"Ah, well, let me just get my glasses."
I sat there for a minute while Joe went and got his glasses.
Joe came back in.
"Look, Ben, I just don't have the time to go through 3 months of rosters for you. They're not here."
"I understand that Joe, but I'd still like to have a look at them."
"They're not here! I'll show you what I've worked out."
Joe pulled out his folder, with a piece of paper that showed a bunch of workings out on it.
Joe looked for my name. There was a sequence of numbers there that added up to 25 hours.
"Do you want to check that?" he said.
"Yes, I do want to check that," I said.
"What, you don't even trust me to work that out?"
"It's not that I don't trust you, I just want to make sure."
I added up the numbers. They came to 25.
"Well, that's correct, but I still want to look at the rosters. And besides, you only gave me 20 hours worth of back pay."
"Ok, I'll give you 5 extra hours next week."
"Joe, I want to look at the rosters."
"BEN, if you can't accept that I'm not trying to cheat you, then I think we might have a problem here."
I thought for a moment, then said, "Ok Joe. That's fine. Thank you."
I walked out, said "bye" to Amy and Laura, then walked home, feeling angrier than I've ever been.
I walked down Union street, thinking, hoping that I'd see one of my friends, so I could talk to them for a while, get all my anxieties out. When I got on the tram, I saw peter. Even though I was still very angry, I laughed. I sat down at the opposite end of the tram. Luther came up out of nowhere, and I had a talk with him. He's a good friend. I went home, talked to dad about what happened at work, and we decided to write a letter. So I need to figure out when he started paying us double time, so I can work out exactly how much he owes me. Just for January and February, it was 34 hours. He's going down.
Ben
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