If you don’t live in Melbourne you’re most likely unaware of the hullaballoo surrounding the newly opened tollway, CityLink. It sort of annoys me that the media were picking on CityLink on every available opportunity, and now that it’s open, they’re licking CityLink’s arse (probably hoping for gold passes or something). Uh, I guess really I’m just struggling to come up with something to say relating to CityLink after coming up with ‘CityStink’ for today’s diary subject.
Today at work in our staff room, we noticed someone had replaced our normal white sugar with brown raw sugar. Sounds funny, ‘raw’ sugar. Kinda like raw, gnarly, rad. You know. Extreme sports kinda stuff. I always liked my sweeteners to be on the edge. Raw sugar: sugar with attitude.
After my recent hair cut, I’m still grappling with the new concept of hair gel. Today my hair came close to concrete status, but I’m sure I’ll master it soon.
Today at work:
Reception Bimbo #2: Dammit, where is my lip balm? Who stole it?
Me (handing her a glue stick and hoping she doesn’t notice): Oh, here you go.
On my lunch break today I got asked twice by two different people if I wanted to join Greenpeace. (I’m now sort of worried that I’m the kind of person who looks like they might belong to Greenpeace). I dunno. I’m just horribly apathetic when it comes to political causes and stuff. (Unless, of course, it effects me directly, eg if I’m going to get paid less or the internet’s going to be censored so I won’t be able to look at all those porn si… uh, never mind).
Quite simple really.
It’s a shame Gladiators isn’t on the air anymore, because I’ve thought up a great new game that could be incorporated into the show. If you’ve ever visited Spencer Street Station in Melbourne, you’ll know that it’s Melbourne’s second biggest suburban train station, and the main train station for country trains. It’s sorta divided up into two sections – suburban and country. Now, every day, I have to get off a suburban train and make my way to a country train. It’s incredibly hard when you’re the only person moving in the opposite direction to everyone else. You’ve got all these people panicking, running for their trains, and here’s me trying to dodge everyone to get to my train.
It’s stupid really, because suburban trains run about every ten to fifteen minutes, so what if you miss it? It’s only a short wait for the next one. I on the other hand have to wait an hour to an hour and a half for my next train.
So I’ve spent time writing my resume this evening. Writing a resume is one of the hardest things I can think of to do, because you have to keep coming up with good things to say about yourself.
I cut my finger on a bit of paper today and it’s been giving me the irrits all day. It bloody stings. You know, I reckon we should all start carrying sheets of A4 around with us at night. Why? Because:
Thug: Give me all your money – or I’ll wind you!
Me: Stand back – I’ve got a sheet of A4 paper AND I’M PREPARED TO USE IT!
Thug: Aaaaargh!