YAY, I am on holidays

Well sort of. I have to go back in on Monday for training but at least I don’t have to deal with any of the arseholes who keep me in a job. Then I don’t have to go back until the Wednesday over a week later. My eyes are already very, very dry. Trying not to blink too much in case I miss my time off.

They’re also pretty sore at the moment. Just had my reading glasses renewed and I feel like I have been punched fair in my right eyebrow. This happened when I first got my glasses. I guess it’s just the eyes adjusting to the new way of focusing. I am sure it will go away soon enough.

The missus has also got new glasses and she is suffering the same thing. Only it’s her left eye that’s worse. We figure if I give her my left eye then at least she will have two good eyes. And I will have an excuse not to have to go to work at all. I can go onto the Centrelink Disability Support Pension like all the other young fit lazy fuckers in this town.

You would not believe how many men boys in their early twenty’s are on the Disability Pension in this town. Yet they still manage to afford hotted up cars. You see em pull up in their Nissan Skyline or Subaru WRX or whatever the fuck those hot cars are called. They park in the disabled park then get out and briskly walk to wherever it is they need to go with a smile on their face and a spring in their step. You’re not disabled arsehole. You’re just a selfish lazy prick. Fair dinkum. There’s a bunch of savages in this town.

Same as with the ‘parents with prams’ parking. Our boy is still in a pram most of the time. He just can’t be trusted not to run away when we get him into the shopping centre. But do you think there is ever a parents with prams park available for us? We don’t really care, cos we aren’t disabled. We can walk the extra distance. But the principle of the matter is that these same arseholes [maybe the ones who can’t get hold of a disabled parking sticker] park in the spots because they are closest to the door. Yet when you look in the car window there’s no baby seat or booster seat there. Why is that I wonder? Cos there’s no fuckin kids in the car. Ergo no fuckin pram. Ergo you’re just an arsehole.

You see I have to take my aggression out in this blog because if you say anything to them directly the arseholes and six of their mates will take to you with lumps of wood. It’s not good for my complexion.

I propose a conundrum for you. If you are truly disabled, or you truly do have children in your car that you intend to put in a pram, should you take the special parks if they’re available? I guess we have to pretend that this is a perfect world where there are no savages who would take the car parks if they’re not entitled to them. Now, if I have a child with a pram and I do not take the park, then I am taking up a car park that other people could use whilst leaving free a car park that these other people may not use. You know what it’s like when [assuming you’re a normal considerate person who would not take the special parks] you drive up to see that magic free car park only to realise it’s a parents with prams spot and you can’t park there. Yet there’s not a single other available park anywhere in the complex. If only one of the parents who used a normal spot had parked there, then that normal spot might be available to you.

So you see how I might have a morale dilemna every time I go shopping. I have a child who is in a pram. But I am fit (enough) to walk the extra distance. So do I take the parents with prams spot and risk leaving some poor woman who has three kids hanging off her to walk, or do I take a normal park and risk leaving some normal person with absolutely nowhere to park? At the end of the day I don’t really give a rats arse but it’s food for thought.