So lately I've been trying to find a job. With a couple of K in the bank the likelihood of me exhausting this resource is wayyy high in the near future. I've applied for all sorts of places including Gloria Jeans, other hospitals, back at my old job at Greater Union (?Event Cinemas) and just today at EB Games at town hall station. I did have a job lined up at a local medical centre in the city but after what was said to me at this "interview" i basically told them to go and shove it... why? To all of you people unfamiliar with the health industry, health professionals usually have a license they obtain after years of study or work experience. Without my license or "registration" i cannot be called a Registered Nurse since I wouldn't be able to function as one. What these dodgy asian fockers were basically saying was that I was to put my license on the line so they could make money - "because thats how the private sector works" - dickheads. I shall not name this medical centre for legal reasons.
Lately I've been getting my act together when it comes to my firearms license. People don't know but getting your license is alot easier than may seem.. i guess people just get deterred with the whole process which is pretty long but contains a firearms training session - necessary for persons like myself and mr reyes.So yes, I have my firearms license and I go to the SSAA club out at St Marys.. quite the treck I know.
It's been cool, first time I held that gun in my hand I didn't really know what was going to happen... apart from the fact it was going to fire. I loaded the magazine with 10 .22 rubber tipped bullets and loaded it into the rifle. Looked down the scope to see that all too familiar crosshair that many gamers will have been accustomed to in FPS games. I shifted the action and locked the bolt down to successfully load my first shot into the rifle. Looked at the crosshair again and realised how just one slight inhalation could throw your aim off.. i steadied it.. focused at the target.. nerves were hanging...squeezed that trigger every so slightly the butt of the rifle flush up against my shoulder.. then *BAM* it was the pissiest sounding firing Ive heard.. almost like a paintball gun with a little more base to it lol. The shot was wayyyyyyy off haha... realised though that the shot had a regular flight pattern when ever i fired a shot. With a few adjustments in aiming and shooting technique i was shooting near bulls eye... at 25m...lol
On other news, its been a couple months now since I've broken up with my last gf.. hmm
Didn't mention anything about that here on my blog for obvious reasons at the time. Between me and this blog I want to establish one clear thing. I broke up with her not to be single but because i wasn't ready for a long term. Like i've told everyone that's asked so far - when we first went out as gf and bf we agreed to specifically "go with the flow" quote/unquote ... I remember this clearly because it's something that mean't alot for me.. to just "go with it".. not sure if it mean't the same to her though..All my relationships have been a steady 3 months maximum each or less in some circumstances... before I knew it was way over a year - she looked after my house while my family went to the Philippines and we had plans to meet her parents... I started to freak out in the inside but I just kinda ignored it.. until a certain occassion happened and it triggered the whole process. I knew she was going to upset and I already was....
Whatever happened I had to make sure it was as "clean" as possible.. last thing I want to have done to her was to have this drag on for days.. weeks... months.... you know that's up when someone changes their status to "its complicated" on facebook.
side note to the above sentence: My opinion? tell the guy to grow some fucken nuts and get him to put his foot down - girls I've ever come across don't.
Anyway
I respect her so damn much. Doing what I did doesn't and won't ever make sense to alot of people especially her friends and everybody else that ever met/heard about me..
All in all she was the fucking best and there isn't anything else I can say, there was absolutely nothing wrong with the girl and to this day I think back and hope I had made the right decision.
It's her birthday this month, her 23rd birthday.
She'll be getting flowers delivered to her work from a nameless person this year.
I hope she likes.
Thats it.
C
