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I have been getting a solid 3 days work for the last couple of months.
They know my intention is to move permanently back to Newcastle.
They know I am renting down there.
They know I just got a car and have car insurance.
They know I travel back and stay with my parents to work for them.
they know I have been looking for work.

Why the fuck have they rostered me on for 6 hours per week for the next 3 weeks?
What the hell did I do wrong?
Thats $120 a week.
My rent is $100.
I could run my car for $20, I put $20 fuel I might get to muswellbrook and back (just) but then I have no money for bus/train to uni or food.

So now I have to ask my parents for money again.
I did not want to do this.
I had it all planned.
The Big O, Groovinthemoo.
Party Time.

Mum and I were arguing in the car last night. I havent been putting in enough effort in getting work. I didnt know work was going to do a dodgy on me. Ive applied online for stuff, handed in resumes around my house at servo's. She went on about something like I shouldnt think from cambridge wednesday to music festival to cambridge wednesday then back again. Its what I do, I festival hop as much as my bank balance allows, I dont have any other hobbies. I dont want any other hobbies. I dont think I will find anything that ever gives me as much joy as music and the atmosphere it creates. I enjoy life. Apparently because I dont talk about the not fun things, I dont even think about them. I do think about them. All the fucking time. I am always thinking about money and how much I will have for here or there. I cant really remember the conversation, I was tired.

Work had been consistently reliable with shifts. I never heard a bad word about my work.
I would have at least appreciated a little heads up so I knew. Fuck.