It’s official. I now have myself a full-time job with HIH Insurance and a chance to redeem my pride and regain my riches. So far there are no hang-ups about my job. I’m not anxious one bit. Rather, it should be a job that delivers plenty of work, mixed with some relaxation and a bonus of a neat amount of money.
My forty odd hours of work at HIH Insurance is commensurate to $20,209AUD per year, which adds up to $388AUD weekly. Breaking that down some more, I should be getting around $310AUD per week after tax, the same wage I received whence I quit Martinson Engineering. So there you go, even though it is just above award pay, the award pay has definitely hiked itself up in the last year or two.
A One-Year Financial Plan
With this HIH Insurance interview I have completed today I fared beautifully and already, with the prospects of this job in my hands I am dreaming of the riches that money can buy. Nay, rather than dreaming, I have set to planning up to a year down the track, all the lovely little things that I will buy to improve my life and hobbies.
For example, I have the whole setup of my room figured out when it comes to new white goods. Where the television is right now in the bottom right hand side of the speaker, it will be replaced with a 100-CD stacker. On top of the stacker I will fit a CD Re-recorder so that I can put down a mix whenever I feel the need. There will be a new amplifier on the way to replace the one that is aging now. A whole set of new speakers will bounce the walls within my room and up the street.
Then there will be a new desk for my new computer, a modem setup, a printer and scanner for my artwork. The laptop I’ve always wanted will be in the works also, with more than a grand and a half being saved for that contraption.
Jumping the gun you might say but the job with HIH Insurance is well and truly in the bag for me, they said so themselves. My interview couldn’t have been better with my anxiety down to a minute fraction and their well-disposed manners an advantageous bonus.
Elated With HIH Insurance Job Interview
Making my way out of the HIH Insurance interview room, I had fair control over the moistness of my hands, as I met with both David and Jana’s hand on the way out. To both of them I did pay as much respect in shaking hands as I did in the interview room. Both were most deserved.
Making my way down the elevator I gave a high-five to the air knowing deep down that I had my foot in the door for this job with HIH Insurance. All I needed now was the nod.
Making my way out of the old FAI building in which HIH Insurance have now merged with and taken over FAI, I realized this would be a building I would more see through the year, and each working day in the near future.
There was no stopping my satisfaction as I walked to the station and jumped on the next available train. As the time was 5pm, I figured that the workers at HIH Insurance (my new position) would just be heading home, to which I might see some of them on the train.
Admiring Females On The Train Back To Campbelltown
On that note, I thought that there would be a slight chance that I would see Lyssa on the way home. But as the train went the long way through the City Circle, I knew that was becoming more of a barren premonition.
The train was relatively empty when I jumped on at Wynyard. Regardless, I sat in a chair next to an older guy reading his paper.
Behind me was the last seat in the same direction, which were in the middle of the train. There was a blonde girl sitting in this seat. I was going to sit next to her at first, but I thought it would be too obvious, so I sat in front of her.
Despite my blind side views of the girl behind me, I had a girl sitting in front of me and on the smaller seats to the side. Her I did view on some occasions on the way home.
But my main view was of a chick around the age of 26 standing down where the doors are. She had a beautifully chiseled face, bronzed hair and an Italian or Yugoslavian type look. Being skinny, talkative and confident in her speaking, she brought out an interest within me that stemmed from my purity of a lover.
It’s hard to explain her but it wasn’t her beauty that attracted me, it was mostly how she handled herself in conversation, how confident and boasting she sounded. I was drawn to her lips and what transpired from them, but I was also taken by the chiseled features of her cheeks and how her face was so beautifully Macedonian.
There was also another girl sitting down on the floor near the doors, reading a book and occasionally looking up. However, when I did glance at her whilst looking at this older beauty, I noted she was attractively staring. Therefore, I decided to look back at her with intrigue. I was surprised when she tried smiling at me but it came out all wrong and lacking confidence. I wasn’t sure what the hell she was doing. So in my own little cage, I decided not to interact with my own smile.
From this point on she looked upset with herself. As she cupped her head shamefully in her hands, it looked as if she tried to take a chance, but it never worked out for her. This made me feel bad but there was nothing I could do. Despite my looking towards her, when she looked at me I looked at her only through the corner of my eye, hoping that it wouldn’t startle her and shame her more. When I did look at her, she shunned away and thus, it didn’t give me a chance to redeem her courage.
Alack, mine was naught and if aught she had flashed her tits at me (which were rather inviting) I probably still would have been humbled to my seat, in fear of stepping out of such a rustic cage.
The Asian Girl Staring At Me On The Train
All these girls jumped off before Campbelltown arrived.
When finally heading to Campbelltown, I made my way to the train doors. Whilst on the way downstairs I spotted a tiny little Asian chick, probably around the height of Jewell. As I walked past her I noted that she was looking at me through the dark reflection in her window. Paying no real attention to this, I made my way downstairs.
It was when I peered up that I got my biggest shock.
To my surprise, this good looking Asian girl who had thoughts racing in my mind like “I want to go out with an Asian one day” was staring straight at me.
At first I was polite enough to look away, but I kept looking towards her, intrigued. Eventually I kept staring at her, as she was inflamed with he eyes towards me.
For at least thirty seconds while the train had stopped, we were staring.
Unpredictable was her stare that in one extreme I thought her look was to disembowel me because I raped her mother and on the other extreme, I thought she was playing a game I would normally play when infatuated.
This intimidation that I have never really experienced to that extent had me turn my eyes from her.
When I did go to look again seconds later she did avert her eyes. Therefore, it was somewhat of a competition to see who would look away. As I thought it was a dominance thing, I was confused when she sat herself down out of my view. The staring indeed was peculiar.
As I jumped off the train I tried to walk slower so that she would catch up. But in the end of it all, she ended up walking up the stairs instead of outside. This meant that she either had a car waiting on the other side of the tracks or she was just plain weird and on a psychopath mission. You pick.
The Blonde Girl On The Bus
Ridiculed with many beautiful and admirable women from which I had courted with none, the raillery continued as I waited patiently for the bus.
There was another girl to my liking in which I sat one spot away from her, once again to avoid apparent male allured behavior.
When jumping on the bus I noticed that blonde girl from Chevy’s that’s had a baby, has been married but is still young. You know, the chick that danced with Ace that night because I decided to stick away from her, knowing how many bundles of joy she’s been impregnated with. However, as I sat behind her I noticed that she looked rather respectable. Although I thought she had an attraction to her, she was a tad more engaging this night.
The girl I had originally tried to sit next to outside wasn’t showing much sign that she knew I was even in the bus. So I diverted most of my energy to whom I sat behind. It wasn’t surprising that this blonde in front of me was trying to shroud her real intentions of taking a glimpse at me by pretending she was looking out the window and turning all the way around to see.
Through the times and ever since Chevy’s, this girl has had an passion for me, and believe me, I don’t think I’m being modest. Her frantic attempts to check me out didn’t go unchecked. If I had a bit more confidence in myself, I would have started to chat with her.
However, when I did jump off at my stop I was surprised that it wasn’t her usual stop. Nevertheless, she did check me out as I jumped off the bus. I found her jumping up to press the buzzer for the next stop. Counting my missed opportunities, I headed home with my head half bowed for lost opportunity and held high for job opportunity founded.
Arriving home from the treacherous chill of the wintry night, I had myself the first meal to eat since leaving home. The time was 6:30pm when I arrived home. The only thing I had eaten that morning was a small amount of yogurt before leaving.
Diary Of A Mad Chaos: Days Of The Dark Knight Era
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Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
