Am stoked beyond repair to advise I passed my First Aid renewal yesterday. So many things change over the years. Instead of shaking a casualty and asking if he/she is okay, it's now squeeze the shoulders etc. If someone feels faint, we no longer sit them on a chair and have them place their head between their knees (makes sense because if they do become unconscious we don't want them falling to the floor and clobbering their noggins now, do we?). I paid particular attention on the choking first aid, having a gluttonous son who shovels in his food like a threshing machine. And having only last week completed mental health first aid, I was able to answer the question about how to deal with a casualty in the throes of an anxiety attack before anyone else put up their hand. Yay, me.
But I almost needed first aid last night. I almost went into shock. What happened? Well, I had a spare ticket for the local theatrical society's production of 'The Narcissist'. My husband didn't feel up to coming along, and I rang around various friends and 'L' was available. She wasn't going to come out because of her impecuniosity, but I just figured it's better than the seat being spare, so I offered to spring her the cost. She said she had a couple of bucks she could give me, and I said to just buy me a drink at the venue, being one of the local clubs. Being a sensible driver, I ordered a middy of light beer. She handed over her money, and I was aghast when I realised she had none for herself, so I said, 'Right, let me buy YOU a drink.' She ordered a lemon russki. I don't like these drinks much; they're a bit sickly for my more dry tastes. I didn't mind them when they first came out, but I could not drink more than two at any given time, and they were rather flash and more costly than other mixers. I actually took a six-pack to my cousin's hens' night, and her sister-in-law, who I had not met before, asked me did I want to swap a drink from her six-pack, being VB. Being a social type, I did. She then asked did I want to swap another drink, and I declined. She snottily asked was I precious over my Russkis. I said no, but had I wanted to drink VB (which I generally fucking hate, anyway), I would have brought along a six-pack of VB. She flounced off. Stupid girl. But last night, the bar tender cracked open the bottle for my friend, and told me I owed $9.00-something. I almost fell and had to hang grip the bar for support. What the total fuck? Is this due to Kevin Rudd's tax-hike on alcopops to stop the young binge drinking so much? They're just going to drink something else, if that's the case. And my friend isn't a young binge-drinker. She rarely drinks at all and is thirty-two years old. Anyway, we really enjoyed the play, which was 'The Narcissist'. It's different to what the local theatrical society normally does, and this play carried an MA15+ rating. Great dialogue in it, and I argued hard to NOT have the play toned down for local sensibilities. Hell, the town I live in is peppered with lingerie bars, so can't we have something that might be salty but witty? I actually auditioned for the lead female role, but obviously didn't win it.
Does anyone ever comment in online forums? There's one I read, but because I can't be bothered signing up for membership, I don't get to comment. I was almost tempted to this morning. I read an article about bullying, and one of the commenters said she used to be a high school bully, and she did it because she could get away with it. It's one of my theories. Yes, I know some bullies are cowed and abused at home, but the ones at my school weren't. They were vicious little bitches who knew they could get away with it, and who enjoyed inflicting misery on others. This poster wrote about having obtained a pleasure in her activities, and it was only the disappointment on the faces of her parents that made her stop. I actually felt like typing, 'You were clearly a complete little c**t, from the sounds of it.' I wonder has she grown out of it? I occasionally see my old school bully around, and avoid her. She's still as toxic as a bilious toad, and although I'm no longer scared of her, I just downright don't wish to have my normally passable, if not pleasant, day ruined by an encounter with her.
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