I'll talk to you again when I'm a better person

Yo.
I'm sure those who read this blog already know but i got a job. Its a pretty fucking sweet job.
I got taught how to make coffee by the job which i was stoked about. They sent me to a course to relearn all my barista training shite that i did in high school. Its cool being in a job which actually wants to better its workers (fuck you Euro Cafe)
I work from 7pm-3am 5 days a week. I thought i would be really hammered by the schedule until i realised that falling asleep at 3am and waking up at 12 was my usual routine anyway.
My job consists of keeping everything clean, restocking the fridges, making a few coffees but the most strenuous part of the job (and the thing i spend most time doing) is reading Game of Thrones.
Because there is precious fuck all people in the airport once i've done all my work to a decent standard (which doesn't take long at all) I can just read Game of Thrones.
Stannis is a wanker.
A guy came into work today and berated my supervisor for moving the wheelie bin. "bring back the WHEELIE BIN!" he said with a certain eloquence that only a drunk skinhead can have.
he rambled around the airport snorting and shouting. Generally waking up all the travellers who were sprawled around on the floor.
He came up to the supervisor and asked for a latte then when she said that she had called security he inexplicably told her " ah yeah your not the type to have a double degree are ya?"
I think it was an insult on her intelligence but it didn't really have the punch that it could have because the cig he had behind his ear dropped to the ground and he hit his head on the counter picking it up.
The airport police man came in.
I call him the crimson chin

I'm fucking great at photoshop

I sort of imagine the tune of "business time" to be playing at this point
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGOohBytKTU
He went up and talked to him. You could see a glint in his eyes as he eyed up the suspect. They chatted for a while. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. The skinhead had gone red in the cheeks, It was love. The chin turned him around and started patting him down.
"that's all part of it, that's foreplay."
The police man spent alot of time patting him down. he spent alot of time on the legs and buttocks area. He went down, down, down.
" and you know when you down to your socks you know what time it is"
"its business time"
So the chin led the skinhead to his love station. The skinhead wailed cries that i could only assume to be primal mating calls.
True love has been born this day.

Its business time....



Its business time.....