A Long Story...
One upon a time there was a young girl called Actonb.
She started High School, and was terrified that she would not have any new friends, because most of her friends had gone to different High Schools, and the one she was going to had a reputation. A bad rep. Legend went that all year 7 girls were dunny-flushed...
Anyhoo, that first day, in 7P (the Top class thank you very much...), she met another scared young girl, Cathy (with a C and a Y) and they became Best Friends Forever...
They had many adventures... Or as many adventures as you can have while growing up in the Shire... They both were Girl Guides and Venturers... They did Gang Show together... It was all good.
Now Actonb had the occasional boyfriend, actually now I think on it, she pretty much had a boyfriend through most of High School, but Holy Moly were they dorks! (Mind you, this is from a 33 yo perspective)
Moving right along...
Miss C-and-a-Y kinda never did. Except during Gang Show. She was tall and blonde and skinny, so I don't get it, but there you go. Anyway, in Year 12 a couple of guys moved in next door to her. They were (I think) 23 year old tradesmen... fencers if I remember rightly. We were innocent 17 year olds... they were the most amazing things we had ever come across... I kinda liked the geeky dark one with glasses... She kinda liked the brash blonde one. We went into the City with them for Miss C's birthday (oh! Just remembered - first time I saw the Mardi Gras Parade) and by the end of the evening things had kinda sorta worked themselves out, and I ended up with the blonde and she ended up with Bernie.
Long story short - things between me and Mark didn't go anywhere (mainly because I worked out pretty darn quickly he didn't own any brain cells at all, and he was sorta engaged to someone else anyway... Lets not go there M'kay?) But things between C and Bernie were going great. I was so happy for her, as he obviously adored her... Until Bernie decided I didn't like him. He was getting vibes you see... Bad vibes. He told C about these bad vibes, and she confronted me, er, actonb... I said "huh? I like him, I think you're great together..." She said "No! You hate him! He's told me you hate him!"
So, two weeks before the HSC we have a MASSIVE fight and don't talk to each other for about 9 years. For real.
I go to Uni, get married, have a life, end up in the UK, come home, have kids etc etc
She becomes a pastry chef, works at Rockpool, leaves Bernie, gets married and divorced, ends up in Mallorca etc etc...
We got back in contact while I was living in the UK - I decided to be magnanimous and forgive her... anyways, we're cool now.
And the point to this whole entire story...
I saw Bernie on the weekend. First time since the big fight-eroony 15 years ago.
Working at the Deli counter at Coles Caringbah.
Serious. Schadenfreude.
Soooo good for the soul, dontcha think?
She started High School, and was terrified that she would not have any new friends, because most of her friends had gone to different High Schools, and the one she was going to had a reputation. A bad rep. Legend went that all year 7 girls were dunny-flushed...
Anyhoo, that first day, in 7P (the Top class thank you very much...), she met another scared young girl, Cathy (with a C and a Y) and they became Best Friends Forever...
They had many adventures... Or as many adventures as you can have while growing up in the Shire... They both were Girl Guides and Venturers... They did Gang Show together... It was all good.
Now Actonb had the occasional boyfriend, actually now I think on it, she pretty much had a boyfriend through most of High School, but Holy Moly were they dorks! (Mind you, this is from a 33 yo perspective)
Moving right along...
Miss C-and-a-Y kinda never did. Except during Gang Show. She was tall and blonde and skinny, so I don't get it, but there you go. Anyway, in Year 12 a couple of guys moved in next door to her. They were (I think) 23 year old tradesmen... fencers if I remember rightly. We were innocent 17 year olds... they were the most amazing things we had ever come across... I kinda liked the geeky dark one with glasses... She kinda liked the brash blonde one. We went into the City with them for Miss C's birthday (oh! Just remembered - first time I saw the Mardi Gras Parade) and by the end of the evening things had kinda sorta worked themselves out, and I ended up with the blonde and she ended up with Bernie.
Long story short - things between me and Mark didn't go anywhere (mainly because I worked out pretty darn quickly he didn't own any brain cells at all, and he was sorta engaged to someone else anyway... Lets not go there M'kay?) But things between C and Bernie were going great. I was so happy for her, as he obviously adored her... Until Bernie decided I didn't like him. He was getting vibes you see... Bad vibes. He told C about these bad vibes, and she confronted me, er, actonb... I said "huh? I like him, I think you're great together..." She said "No! You hate him! He's told me you hate him!"
So, two weeks before the HSC we have a MASSIVE fight and don't talk to each other for about 9 years. For real.
I go to Uni, get married, have a life, end up in the UK, come home, have kids etc etc
She becomes a pastry chef, works at Rockpool, leaves Bernie, gets married and divorced, ends up in Mallorca etc etc...
We got back in contact while I was living in the UK - I decided to be magnanimous and forgive her... anyways, we're cool now.
And the point to this whole entire story...
I saw Bernie on the weekend. First time since the big fight-eroony 15 years ago.
Working at the Deli counter at Coles Caringbah.
Serious. Schadenfreude.
Soooo good for the soul, dontcha think?
posted by actonb at 9:15 am
11 Comments:
Why did the deli counter at Coles Caringbah need a fence?
what kind of a name is BERNIE anyway??
eww.
Heee ...
That is funny. Except for the fighting thing, of course ...
DM - well der... obviously he was no good at fencing either.
mex - He was a bit of a dweeb, but he drove a blue suzuki sierra, so we were prepared to overlook the dweebiness at first.
LaRue - the fight was heart-breaking, but you know, I went to Uni, got a bunch of new friends, got a life, moved on. Hee. Bernard obviously didn't.
Unless you got it wrong, AB, and he was a fencer as in "en-guard" fencer, in which case, his work with a foil would come in hand if the cold cuts slicer went down....
Everyone has to be somewhere.....job snobs tsk tsk tsk
Hee hee. Did you shriek "Bernie" and tell him about your fabulous and in no way stuck at Coles life, possibly embellishing some details to give it extra extra glamour?
Now now omel, if people didnt work in coles we'd have to serve ourselves.....
DM - er, yes, quite....Moving right along...
Shroom - It's true that there is no shame working at Coles. Unless you're a 38 year old NO HOPER...!!!!
OMel - No I didn't. Because I'm so gracious... and wasn't looking my best, so my point wouldn't have been as pointed. If you get me. But I did hiss to Mrb a we were walking away...
Georgia - 7P was the top class, then 7O, 7R, 7T... PORT HACKING see?
So you are a job-snob?
How does that sit exactly with being a Christian?
Aurelius - Hi there...I'm no job-snob. I've done my fair share of dodgy jobs... cleaning short-lease rentals anyone...? graveyard shift at maccas....?
I guess you needed the backstory, and to know what else this guy did (which wasn't included in this post) to really appreciate the schadenfreude...
And of course, this has nothing to do with my faith... as well you would know.
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