You know, sometimes I wonder if my blog is really just an avenue to vent my frustrations about the world and people in it. I wonder this because when things are going well (as they have been in the last while) I have nothing really to blog about. I don't wanna be a whinge and a depressive nag, but it's hard with people like Mule Face in it.
You remember that letter I 'wrote' to her in my blog, that stupid horsed-face dumbfounded irritable-laughing-hyena bitch from work? Yeah her.
I just walked over to her desk to request something from her, to get some assistance with something I was working on.
I sort of thought to myself as I got up 'come on, just be nice, she'll have to actually muster up some niceness and reply with at least a small amount of human decency.'
So I walked on over to her and said happily "Hi, how's it going?"
She turned to me, with her dull, dead, expression, and said "Yeah?"
Almost flustered now, I started with my work request. I saw she was typing an email, so I said to her "did you want me to just send you an email instead?"
"Yeah, I'm just sending an email."
As I walked off, the nob who sits across from her, who I used to think was a nob until she showed up in our work area, called out "we start finishing off at 4.30." I laughed, it was the only thing I could do, as the only other retort that came to my mind was "half of our department actually are starting at that time," as a side rib that hey, not everyone finishes when you guys do, and you should accomodate for that, dickhead.
I sent the shortest email. No hi. Just bang - request.
The bitch either felt bad (that's assuming she possesses the human quality of compassion) or just wants to cover herself and NOT sound like a bitch in her emails, because she wrote:
Hi,
That is fine.
Thanks for that!
Cheers
Mule Face. (she didn't acutally sign off with 'mule face' but she may as well have)
WOW. An explanation mark, thank you, AND a cheers in one email. Be careful Mule Face you might pull a muscle.
What a stupid bitch. Really. How can you be so rude to someone? Not once but all the time. I wish the others I worked with could see how mean she is. I have done nothing wrong to her, and she just reacts really rudely to me. She's all chummy with my boss, I think that's a side effect of being a Mule - sucking arse.
Take your donkey face elsewhere...... we don't like people with long faces around here.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
My drunk post
Okay so this is quite possible going to be my mosr random of all random posts. Because i am drunk
Yes sireeee. Me drunk.
Ok ay so not sdrunk but tipsy. I knoe that from the fact that It took me 3 times to actually write the above post with noe speeligng mistakes. The rest od the post? ahh whatever. let the re be spelling itakes i dont care!QQQQQQQ!!!!!!!! Im drunk ;-)
So anyway, i have had my entire family over today! Yes siree my entire family all came (acutally not fake and her borther but hey what a surprise thee but i dont really care anyway) and it was a truly wonerful day. even motor mouth was here and i honestly didnt mind her, its gonig with my nw attitude of 'whatver'
yes htats rught, i have a new whatvever attitiude. its cool. its gonig well.
het did i tell u i love my cusin? like in afamilial way. i dont know what i should call him, um maybe 'chihuahua'. LOL. Tnhats funny becayse i KNOW why its funny! yes thereofore he wil lbe known as chihuauauaha.\
ahahahhahahaha.
i sooooo odo not car about my speeliing mistakes right n eow. thats because usually im such a perfefctionist,. butn now im like all 'whatdever'.
seeeee? going with my new attitufede???
and back tom y cuz chichuahua. he is so cool. im rapt. rapt tha alll my dfamily came over toda,. my cuz's my aunties and uncles, aeven my uncele who had a stroke recently, a few monthd back. they all coame because we called the whole family over, no one had been to aour palce yet since we moved in. and it was awedome. so awesome like super awesome. we were danixcing and there was music and we were singing and eating and drinking.
yes lots of drinking.
im not reading back this post u see/ otherwise i may think differenntly.
NOOOOOOOOOOO! i must post it i must!!!!!!! please excuse my dual oersonality ATM.
so it was cool EVERYONE came (impoirstant).
Ahhhhh sonice!.
Lovely. Love Love Lvoe LOve Love.
Is all gso good.
and i made 135 cakes in preparation no joke, one recipe makes 71 th e other 64 = 135! yay i can count still,
ok i think its time to go.
goodnight and i lobe everyobodyQ! ALl of you you are all wonderful!
MWA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
XOXOXOXOXOXOX
I hac love for rhte pwhole weorld and everyone in it even the annoying people! Yes You!
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
Yes sireeee. Me drunk.
Ok ay so not sdrunk but tipsy. I knoe that from the fact that It took me 3 times to actually write the above post with noe speeligng mistakes. The rest od the post? ahh whatever. let the re be spelling itakes i dont care!QQQQQQQ!!!!!!!! Im drunk ;-)
So anyway, i have had my entire family over today! Yes siree my entire family all came (acutally not fake and her borther but hey what a surprise thee but i dont really care anyway) and it was a truly wonerful day. even motor mouth was here and i honestly didnt mind her, its gonig with my nw attitude of 'whatver'
yes htats rught, i have a new whatvever attitiude. its cool. its gonig well.
het did i tell u i love my cusin? like in afamilial way. i dont know what i should call him, um maybe 'chihuahua'. LOL. Tnhats funny becayse i KNOW why its funny! yes thereofore he wil lbe known as chihuauauaha.\
ahahahhahahaha.
i sooooo odo not car about my speeliing mistakes right n eow. thats because usually im such a perfefctionist,. butn now im like all 'whatdever'.
seeeee? going with my new attitufede???
and back tom y cuz chichuahua. he is so cool. im rapt. rapt tha alll my dfamily came over toda,. my cuz's my aunties and uncles, aeven my uncele who had a stroke recently, a few monthd back. they all coame because we called the whole family over, no one had been to aour palce yet since we moved in. and it was awedome. so awesome like super awesome. we were danixcing and there was music and we were singing and eating and drinking.
yes lots of drinking.
im not reading back this post u see/ otherwise i may think differenntly.
NOOOOOOOOOOO! i must post it i must!!!!!!! please excuse my dual oersonality ATM.
so it was cool EVERYONE came (impoirstant).
Ahhhhh sonice!.
Lovely. Love Love Lvoe LOve Love.
Is all gso good.
and i made 135 cakes in preparation no joke, one recipe makes 71 th e other 64 = 135! yay i can count still,
ok i think its time to go.
goodnight and i lobe everyobodyQ! ALl of you you are all wonderful!
MWA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
XOXOXOXOXOXOX
I hac love for rhte pwhole weorld and everyone in it even the annoying people! Yes You!
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
Monday, October 11, 2010
The sun helps me forget about annoying people
What to write, what to write....
Last night in bed, laying there all furious/sad/frustrated, I was pondering my next blog post, and wondering how best to proceed.
You see I was going to write about Mouth, who I am considering re-naming Motor-Mouth after yesterdays stellar performance.
I was going to write about how self-centred and self-absorbed and 'self self self' people, are sooooo infuriating and WRONG WRONG WRONG. Not only is it rude and selfish (because I haven't mentioned enough 'self' words) but it is condescending in that by only talking about yourself and caring about you and you only, you are disrespecting those around you, indirectly saying, "you are not important enough for me to talk about and pay attention to." There is so much wrong that I can go on about it for days. But, as I said, I WAS gonna write about it.
Then I was going to write about tall-poppy syndrome. I feel it is way too prevalent in Australian society. I mean, I haven't lived in other parts of the world long enough to know how it is elsewhere, but all too often, when someone reaches great success, joy in love, wealth of money, life happiness or any other personal achievement, sad to say, but those around them cut their stems down with their verbal slander.
I've noticed just recently how people around me respond and react when my job comes up. Working for a large media organisation that is known to most people, the immediate response, from my friends and family no less (obviously jealous and distant family) a comment will be made in how the organisation is crappy with their service, doesn't make the right choices in light of their customers needs, is inferior to their competitors, etc, along with any other negative or derogatory comment. Most often it is done in humour, but there is a European quote, a saying, that goes along the lines of "the joke and the truth are like brother and sister." And I find it soooooo interesting that no one ever says "Oh I love the service, I love the output, I love EVERYTHING from your organisation!"
No, that never happens. Because they're jealous.
It makes me sick. I never go to other people and say "hey! that food distribution company you work for, their canned tomatoes are shit house."
I don't say "the retail chain that you work for has the shittest clothes. Their clothes are only for bogans."
No I don't. Because that would be focusing on the negative and shutting people down.
Do you see where I'm going? They won't ever mention my organisations competitors, or say a negative remark about them. Nooooooooo. That would be indirectly praising the company I work for!
I'm not an overly biased person. If something, or someone, or an organisation makes an error, I will poke fun at it and complain, even if it's an organisation I work for. I don't pity anyone or anything. But come one, be reasonable, be fair people. Don't be jealous.
Negative, jealous, annoying people. People are soooooo annoying. I will definitely say it to the next person who remarks negatively about my job. Their little straw will break my back, and the words will come tumbling out in a BIG way.
But no. I WAS gonna write about tall-poppy syndrome, but I won't.
Instead, I can't help but be influenced by the sun. The glorious sun, that up until recently was shining through the big glass windows on the left side of the large co-departmental room we all work in. I say that because the nobs on that side of the room have decided to pull the blinds down in order to work.
Sad, sad, people.
But it's ok. Starting work earlier today means I leave earlier. And enjoy the beautiful warmth of the sun. And I have had 3 comments already (maybe 4 I've lost count) on my red heart-shaped dangly earrings, which I've had for so long and only cost me 5 bucks. Old, cheap but funky.
So I'm feeling not bad. :)
Although things in my home life are shitting me, work life is pretty good. Is that a bit sad? Feeling like you enjoy your work life more than your home one?
I too often find myself relaxing at work, and just forgetting about the worries of life with all the annoying people in it.
That is worry-some. Especially since my dream is to work for myself either writing books or making wedding videos. When that eventuates I wouldn't have any contact with the people I see now at work. The only people I'd see are.........
the annoying ones.
(Shudder)
I better enjoy what I have now.
Last night in bed, laying there all furious/sad/frustrated, I was pondering my next blog post, and wondering how best to proceed.
You see I was going to write about Mouth, who I am considering re-naming Motor-Mouth after yesterdays stellar performance.
I was going to write about how self-centred and self-absorbed and 'self self self' people, are sooooo infuriating and WRONG WRONG WRONG. Not only is it rude and selfish (because I haven't mentioned enough 'self' words) but it is condescending in that by only talking about yourself and caring about you and you only, you are disrespecting those around you, indirectly saying, "you are not important enough for me to talk about and pay attention to." There is so much wrong that I can go on about it for days. But, as I said, I WAS gonna write about it.
Then I was going to write about tall-poppy syndrome. I feel it is way too prevalent in Australian society. I mean, I haven't lived in other parts of the world long enough to know how it is elsewhere, but all too often, when someone reaches great success, joy in love, wealth of money, life happiness or any other personal achievement, sad to say, but those around them cut their stems down with their verbal slander.
I've noticed just recently how people around me respond and react when my job comes up. Working for a large media organisation that is known to most people, the immediate response, from my friends and family no less (obviously jealous and distant family) a comment will be made in how the organisation is crappy with their service, doesn't make the right choices in light of their customers needs, is inferior to their competitors, etc, along with any other negative or derogatory comment. Most often it is done in humour, but there is a European quote, a saying, that goes along the lines of "the joke and the truth are like brother and sister." And I find it soooooo interesting that no one ever says "Oh I love the service, I love the output, I love EVERYTHING from your organisation!"
No, that never happens. Because they're jealous.
It makes me sick. I never go to other people and say "hey! that food distribution company you work for, their canned tomatoes are shit house."
I don't say "the retail chain that you work for has the shittest clothes. Their clothes are only for bogans."
No I don't. Because that would be focusing on the negative and shutting people down.
Do you see where I'm going? They won't ever mention my organisations competitors, or say a negative remark about them. Nooooooooo. That would be indirectly praising the company I work for!
I'm not an overly biased person. If something, or someone, or an organisation makes an error, I will poke fun at it and complain, even if it's an organisation I work for. I don't pity anyone or anything. But come one, be reasonable, be fair people. Don't be jealous.
Negative, jealous, annoying people. People are soooooo annoying. I will definitely say it to the next person who remarks negatively about my job. Their little straw will break my back, and the words will come tumbling out in a BIG way.
But no. I WAS gonna write about tall-poppy syndrome, but I won't.
Instead, I can't help but be influenced by the sun. The glorious sun, that up until recently was shining through the big glass windows on the left side of the large co-departmental room we all work in. I say that because the nobs on that side of the room have decided to pull the blinds down in order to work.
Sad, sad, people.
But it's ok. Starting work earlier today means I leave earlier. And enjoy the beautiful warmth of the sun. And I have had 3 comments already (maybe 4 I've lost count) on my red heart-shaped dangly earrings, which I've had for so long and only cost me 5 bucks. Old, cheap but funky.
So I'm feeling not bad. :)
Although things in my home life are shitting me, work life is pretty good. Is that a bit sad? Feeling like you enjoy your work life more than your home one?
I too often find myself relaxing at work, and just forgetting about the worries of life with all the annoying people in it.
That is worry-some. Especially since my dream is to work for myself either writing books or making wedding videos. When that eventuates I wouldn't have any contact with the people I see now at work. The only people I'd see are.........
the annoying ones.
(Shudder)
I better enjoy what I have now.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
They won!
"Good old Collingwood Forever, they know how to play the game
Side by side they stick together, to uphold the magpie's name!
Hear the barrackers shouting, as all barrackers should
Ohhh the premiereship's a cakewalk, for the good old Collingwood!!!!"
P.S Yes they won! By a magnificent, crushing 56 point-victory.
108 - 52.
20 years in the making. What an incredible win!
Now on to the business of back-to-back wins...... ;-D
Side by side they stick together, to uphold the magpie's name!
Hear the barrackers shouting, as all barrackers should
Ohhh the premiereship's a cakewalk, for the good old Collingwood!!!!"
P.S Yes they won! By a magnificent, crushing 56 point-victory.
108 - 52.
20 years in the making. What an incredible win!
Now on to the business of back-to-back wins...... ;-D
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Oh my gosh, so sweet
This week has been a cake kinda week.
I made Collingwood inspired cupcakes on Friday night, in support of my team ACTUALLY winning. But that didn't happen. We still enjoyed the cupcakes though. I bought (most of) them to the grand final party Hubbie and I were invited to: they were a chocolate quick-mix cupcake with a dark chocolate ganache as frosting, and white chocolate melts and white chocolate bits as decoration, to give the effect of a 'magic mushroom' as the recipe called it. But I looked at it as black and white colours, (if you squint) therefore Collingwood cupcakes.
They were good.
Then we saw some of our other footy mad friends on Sunday arvo, and I received a whole plate full of leftover cakes from their grand final footy party the day before.
There was a combination of tiramisu, white chocolate cheesecake and also chocolate cupcakes with chocolate icing, and white choc bits throughout it, to represent the Maggies.
YYUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
All soooooo good.
So this whole week I have been having, like, 2 cakes a day. Taking them to work, eating it with dinner/lunch.
Today I've come in to work, and it's my boss' birthday. And guess what is on one of the benches here: small little teeny tiny cupcakes.
YUM!
I've just eaten one, and thank goodness for it's size as they are so incredibly sweet. The icing is so sweet, it makes the vanilla flavoured Melbourne black tea I'm drinking not taste so sweet. And I have sugar in the tea.
Now that's sweet.
Funnily enough I was observing my bare midriff before having a shower earlier today, astonished by myself at the fact that with no willpower, and no considerate focused effort, my little womanly bump that was once my stomach has gotten smaller.
I know I shouldn't be so picky with myself (but I am me, and I'm allowed to be how I like I think) but in my dangeorus pursuit of perfection, I want to have a flat tummy. I've seen supermodels on the catwalk with a similar type stomach to mine: you know the one that has a slight bulb in the lower stomach? It's just genetics and the type of body you have. I know that. But it's still not good enough for me. And seeing supermodels like that made me feel a little better. But I'm Miss S and I'm stupidly difficult.
So should I eat more cake? Will that do it? LOL. Can you imagine the joy for women around the world "Eat more cake, you will get a flat belly!"
As much as I wished that were the case for me and my fellow women around the world, I have a feeling that it's more to do with my changed lifestyle since marriage: eating less carbs (mum used to stuff me with them), doing housework (I was a princess at home with my parents) and also the stairs at home. Yes those stairs, the stupid ones I fell down. When I walk properly and I'm not tripping over stupid slippers, I walk up and down the stairs, and I think all this combined eating differently, and being physically-active activity has done it. And an attitude of constantly looking at my midriff and saying "it's flatter."
Honestly, I do not lie, I really believe that saying postive affirmations to yourself works. But you have to take steps towards reaching your goal as well. Which in a roundabout way, I have done.
So, how did I get from deliciously sweet cakes to my stomach?
I don't care. All I care about is that I have one of my Collingwood cupcakes waiting for me in my locker, to have as dessert after my dinner tonight...... :-D
I made Collingwood inspired cupcakes on Friday night, in support of my team ACTUALLY winning. But that didn't happen. We still enjoyed the cupcakes though. I bought (most of) them to the grand final party Hubbie and I were invited to: they were a chocolate quick-mix cupcake with a dark chocolate ganache as frosting, and white chocolate melts and white chocolate bits as decoration, to give the effect of a 'magic mushroom' as the recipe called it. But I looked at it as black and white colours, (if you squint) therefore Collingwood cupcakes.
They were good.
Then we saw some of our other footy mad friends on Sunday arvo, and I received a whole plate full of leftover cakes from their grand final footy party the day before.
There was a combination of tiramisu, white chocolate cheesecake and also chocolate cupcakes with chocolate icing, and white choc bits throughout it, to represent the Maggies.
YYUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
All soooooo good.
So this whole week I have been having, like, 2 cakes a day. Taking them to work, eating it with dinner/lunch.
Today I've come in to work, and it's my boss' birthday. And guess what is on one of the benches here: small little teeny tiny cupcakes.
YUM!
I've just eaten one, and thank goodness for it's size as they are so incredibly sweet. The icing is so sweet, it makes the vanilla flavoured Melbourne black tea I'm drinking not taste so sweet. And I have sugar in the tea.
Now that's sweet.
Funnily enough I was observing my bare midriff before having a shower earlier today, astonished by myself at the fact that with no willpower, and no considerate focused effort, my little womanly bump that was once my stomach has gotten smaller.
I know I shouldn't be so picky with myself (but I am me, and I'm allowed to be how I like I think) but in my dangeorus pursuit of perfection, I want to have a flat tummy. I've seen supermodels on the catwalk with a similar type stomach to mine: you know the one that has a slight bulb in the lower stomach? It's just genetics and the type of body you have. I know that. But it's still not good enough for me. And seeing supermodels like that made me feel a little better. But I'm Miss S and I'm stupidly difficult.
So should I eat more cake? Will that do it? LOL. Can you imagine the joy for women around the world "Eat more cake, you will get a flat belly!"
As much as I wished that were the case for me and my fellow women around the world, I have a feeling that it's more to do with my changed lifestyle since marriage: eating less carbs (mum used to stuff me with them), doing housework (I was a princess at home with my parents) and also the stairs at home. Yes those stairs, the stupid ones I fell down. When I walk properly and I'm not tripping over stupid slippers, I walk up and down the stairs, and I think all this combined eating differently, and being physically-active activity has done it. And an attitude of constantly looking at my midriff and saying "it's flatter."
Honestly, I do not lie, I really believe that saying postive affirmations to yourself works. But you have to take steps towards reaching your goal as well. Which in a roundabout way, I have done.
So, how did I get from deliciously sweet cakes to my stomach?
I don't care. All I care about is that I have one of my Collingwood cupcakes waiting for me in my locker, to have as dessert after my dinner tonight...... :-D
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Crazy Eye Update
So, the crazy eye is still here. I thought perhaps that all the right-eye twitching was a premonition of the highly unlikely and rare, ill-fated DRAW that was seen on Saturday that my team the Maggies was a participant of, as the twitching seemed to mildly subside following that horrific event.
However after some subtle twitches, I realised it was still there.
Then yesterday, I fell down the stairs at my house (yes, I actually FELL DOWN THE STAIRS HEAD-FIRST NO LESS) but today the right eye is still a-twitching.
I don't know what to think, it's been going on for at least a month now. I'm worried that it may be a future predictor of the grand final replay on this Saturday, and going by my mum's definitions of eye twitching, that it won't be a happy ending. I just don't know whether my eye is so clever that it can actually foresee an event as huge as this one.
Or maybe it isn't anything bad..... perhaps it's even a good sign. An extremely good sign that something awesome is coming....
I did do my taxes today, and I'm getting $$$ back! YAY! It may not be heaps, but any shopping money, is good money.
:-D
Maybe my little financial windfall is the beginning of some amazing monetary rewards.
Ahhh, the shopping possibilities.
But, then again, my right arm is actually somewhat damaged (I don't know how much) from my very random fall down the stairs yesterday. Maybe the twitching was a predictor of.... that.
Ugh.
Yuck. I don't like thinking of my eye as an evil forcaster of random stupid events happening to me. It makes me feel creeped out.
Creepy crazy eye. Don't make me fly down stairs and have my team draw in the most unlikely of events.
Give me $$$.
However after some subtle twitches, I realised it was still there.
Then yesterday, I fell down the stairs at my house (yes, I actually FELL DOWN THE STAIRS HEAD-FIRST NO LESS) but today the right eye is still a-twitching.
I don't know what to think, it's been going on for at least a month now. I'm worried that it may be a future predictor of the grand final replay on this Saturday, and going by my mum's definitions of eye twitching, that it won't be a happy ending. I just don't know whether my eye is so clever that it can actually foresee an event as huge as this one.
Or maybe it isn't anything bad..... perhaps it's even a good sign. An extremely good sign that something awesome is coming....
I did do my taxes today, and I'm getting $$$ back! YAY! It may not be heaps, but any shopping money, is good money.
:-D
Maybe my little financial windfall is the beginning of some amazing monetary rewards.
Ahhh, the shopping possibilities.
But, then again, my right arm is actually somewhat damaged (I don't know how much) from my very random fall down the stairs yesterday. Maybe the twitching was a predictor of.... that.
Ugh.
Yuck. I don't like thinking of my eye as an evil forcaster of random stupid events happening to me. It makes me feel creeped out.
Creepy crazy eye. Don't make me fly down stairs and have my team draw in the most unlikely of events.
Give me $$$.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Lost In Limbo
Standing there, watching the big screen, wide-eyed.
Bubbles sparkling in the glass of my cold hand.
Drinking so to do something, anything, to preoccupy myself and to ease the tension, the insurmountable knots in the pit of my stomach that I'm feeling.
Watching the men on screen, run and fall and jump and kick.
My heart beats increase by the second. I'm sure I'm having palpitations.
My free hand grasps at what's in front of me: it thrusts forward when my guys have the ball; it clutches at the air when they run for it, somehow hoping my unseen hand will help to make the incredible, the seemingly impossible happen.
I feel wheezy. Faint. Distant rings make their presence in my ears. I hold onto the adjoining shelf, other hand desperately clutching the now-flat bubbly. The champagne has lost it's purpose: it should be there as a celebratory sign, rather it's use is to numb the shattering shock of it all.
I crouch down. The sudden light-headedness is too much for me. I manage to lift my head to observe the screen, willing the team to fight forward, to make the dreams and hopes of so many thousands and thousands of followers become reality.
I can hear the blood of my heart, pounding in my ears. My breath is ragged. I chant quietly under my breath "Collingwood, Collingwood, Collingwood..."
I stand up. We scream, holler and yell at them. We pump our fists in the air with excitement, and then we stare in shock, bowing our heads and muttering under our breaths.
When the siren sounds, there are yells of incredulousness spreading around the room. Some laugh, some yell.
I stare, open-mouthed at the score.
68-68.
It's a draw.
And now, after all the hoping and the praying, the excitement and the despair, we must wait one whole week to see the Pies meet the Saints again, to settle the score.
Shoot me now.
Bubbles sparkling in the glass of my cold hand.
Drinking so to do something, anything, to preoccupy myself and to ease the tension, the insurmountable knots in the pit of my stomach that I'm feeling.
Watching the men on screen, run and fall and jump and kick.
My heart beats increase by the second. I'm sure I'm having palpitations.
My free hand grasps at what's in front of me: it thrusts forward when my guys have the ball; it clutches at the air when they run for it, somehow hoping my unseen hand will help to make the incredible, the seemingly impossible happen.
I feel wheezy. Faint. Distant rings make their presence in my ears. I hold onto the adjoining shelf, other hand desperately clutching the now-flat bubbly. The champagne has lost it's purpose: it should be there as a celebratory sign, rather it's use is to numb the shattering shock of it all.
I crouch down. The sudden light-headedness is too much for me. I manage to lift my head to observe the screen, willing the team to fight forward, to make the dreams and hopes of so many thousands and thousands of followers become reality.
I can hear the blood of my heart, pounding in my ears. My breath is ragged. I chant quietly under my breath "Collingwood, Collingwood, Collingwood..."
I stand up. We scream, holler and yell at them. We pump our fists in the air with excitement, and then we stare in shock, bowing our heads and muttering under our breaths.
When the siren sounds, there are yells of incredulousness spreading around the room. Some laugh, some yell.
I stare, open-mouthed at the score.
68-68.
It's a draw.
And now, after all the hoping and the praying, the excitement and the despair, we must wait one whole week to see the Pies meet the Saints again, to settle the score.
Shoot me now.
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