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It's that time again!
Apr. 7th, 2003 02:16 pmYep, it's time for another "three or four days in the life of Rossi" update!
Yeah, I'm not really updating this thing regularly. Mainly because during the week I'm at work, and most of the time that's boring. Boring to do, even more boring to talk about. And honestly, where in the scheme of things do parking fines come? Pretty low on the world scale of Important Events. *grins* Or at least, I think so. The people sending in the applications to revoke said fines seem to think they're crucial. Otherwise they wouldn't accuse us of everything from incompetence to global conspiracy and totalitarianism. And there's no better way to ensure I'm going to go through your application like a dose of salts than by saying something about how the Sheriff turning up on your doorstep because you owe $5000 in parking fines is comprable the regieme in Iraq. I need a new sendback code - GAL, Get A Life.
My weekends, on the other hand, have been so damn busy lately that I haven't had time to update LJ. Most times I don't even have time to log onto the Internet at all, and have to wait until I get to work to check my email and what you lot have been up to. This weekend was not much different. Friday night (because the worker's weekend starts the minute you leave work on Friday *grins*)I went to Legal's and had a couple of beers with the workmates, before heading for the State Library to do some research for Dad. Unfortunately, the Library closes at six on Fridays, so I toddled off home instead and phoned Seraph (BTW, mate, any time. You know that).
Saturday I was meeting the Melbourne Maelstrom in the city for lunch, so I headed down earlier and went to the Library first. Got myself a whole lot of Barrys for Dad (he's trying to track down a particular person who served in Vietnam), and finding myself with more time than anticipated, bought the half-tree that is the Saturday Age and got myself some coffee and sat in the sun at Federation Square for an hour and a half. The Employment section was perused, possibilities circled in highlighter (yes, I carry a highlighter in my bag. You never know when you need to make something yellow and obvious), and the wind wrestled with. I'm going to go over the Professional section again at home when I can spread it flat and not have it blow all over the place. *grins* I did, however, find that the Discount Flight Centre is looking for well-travelled, educated professional types for careers in the wonderful world of travel. And I'm going to email them my resume today. *grins* Discount flights sound like a good job perk. And the starting salary is $40,000 a year, eight grand more than I'm getting already.
Once the Maelstrom was assmebled, we wandered down Southgate, only to find that the comedians were hiding from us. So we had lunch at the Blue Train Cafe and wandered hither and yon and talked and had ice-cream. Of course, Phil and I dragged everyone down to the Portland Hotel after Andraste had to go, and beer and fictalk was had.
Yasmin and I had to go at seven as we had tickets for The Vagina Monologues at the university. A very well-timed show for me, much with the empowerment stuff, and with the laughing. And much with the righteous outrage as well. I'm determined to get to the Palm Sunday anti-war march on April 2nd. 2pm at the Treasury Gardens, by the way. :)
After the show we were still buzzed, so we went for coffee and talk, and it was past midnight by the time I walked home. And of course there was a message on my phone from BRM, who I'd been trying without success to call all week. My newbie writer loves irony.
Sunday. I woke late, had a leisurely brekkie and called BRM at the bike shop to let him know when Phil and I were coming and what kind of bike he'd be after. And then I called Phil and told him pretty much the same thing, only I dragged him out of the shower to do it. *grins* We schlepped out to Caulfield and Gran Prix Cycles on the tram, saw BRM and lots of shiny bikes *drools* and sorted things out. They don't have the size Phil needs, but it's been ordered in.
After schlepping back into the city, food and beer were needed, so we ended up at the Indian place around the corner from my house, and then Bridie O'Reilly's on the other corner. And there was beer. Lots and lots of beer. There's no such thing as "a couple of drinks" with a Brother Drunk. Phil got poured onto the last tram of the night and I wandered home to pass out on my bed and wake up an hour later to take my contact lenses out and remove my jeans and shoes. And apparently put my PJs on over my shirt. *shakes head at self*
This morning was very slow to start. I didn't get into work until 9.30, which means I'll be staying until 5.30, and I've been rather quiet. More tired than anything else. Fortunately we still have our application drought going on, and there isn't a huge amount of work to do. On the other hand, there's no email either (apart from actual work-related stuff), so I'm getting bored. And sleepy. And hungry - time to head downstairs for the cheap sushi, after I get some money out. Apparently there was a lot of beer last night, since my wallet is empty now. :( But worth it after the weeks of frugality.
Laundry tonight - I'm rapidly running out of clothes. So I'll be taking the lap top to the laundrette with me and catching up on my writing.
That was my weekend - how was yours?
Yeah, I'm not really updating this thing regularly. Mainly because during the week I'm at work, and most of the time that's boring. Boring to do, even more boring to talk about. And honestly, where in the scheme of things do parking fines come? Pretty low on the world scale of Important Events. *grins* Or at least, I think so. The people sending in the applications to revoke said fines seem to think they're crucial. Otherwise they wouldn't accuse us of everything from incompetence to global conspiracy and totalitarianism. And there's no better way to ensure I'm going to go through your application like a dose of salts than by saying something about how the Sheriff turning up on your doorstep because you owe $5000 in parking fines is comprable the regieme in Iraq. I need a new sendback code - GAL, Get A Life.
My weekends, on the other hand, have been so damn busy lately that I haven't had time to update LJ. Most times I don't even have time to log onto the Internet at all, and have to wait until I get to work to check my email and what you lot have been up to. This weekend was not much different. Friday night (because the worker's weekend starts the minute you leave work on Friday *grins*)I went to Legal's and had a couple of beers with the workmates, before heading for the State Library to do some research for Dad. Unfortunately, the Library closes at six on Fridays, so I toddled off home instead and phoned Seraph (BTW, mate, any time. You know that).
Saturday I was meeting the Melbourne Maelstrom in the city for lunch, so I headed down earlier and went to the Library first. Got myself a whole lot of Barrys for Dad (he's trying to track down a particular person who served in Vietnam), and finding myself with more time than anticipated, bought the half-tree that is the Saturday Age and got myself some coffee and sat in the sun at Federation Square for an hour and a half. The Employment section was perused, possibilities circled in highlighter (yes, I carry a highlighter in my bag. You never know when you need to make something yellow and obvious), and the wind wrestled with. I'm going to go over the Professional section again at home when I can spread it flat and not have it blow all over the place. *grins* I did, however, find that the Discount Flight Centre is looking for well-travelled, educated professional types for careers in the wonderful world of travel. And I'm going to email them my resume today. *grins* Discount flights sound like a good job perk. And the starting salary is $40,000 a year, eight grand more than I'm getting already.
Once the Maelstrom was assmebled, we wandered down Southgate, only to find that the comedians were hiding from us. So we had lunch at the Blue Train Cafe and wandered hither and yon and talked and had ice-cream. Of course, Phil and I dragged everyone down to the Portland Hotel after Andraste had to go, and beer and fictalk was had.
Yasmin and I had to go at seven as we had tickets for The Vagina Monologues at the university. A very well-timed show for me, much with the empowerment stuff, and with the laughing. And much with the righteous outrage as well. I'm determined to get to the Palm Sunday anti-war march on April 2nd. 2pm at the Treasury Gardens, by the way. :)
After the show we were still buzzed, so we went for coffee and talk, and it was past midnight by the time I walked home. And of course there was a message on my phone from BRM, who I'd been trying without success to call all week. My newbie writer loves irony.
Sunday. I woke late, had a leisurely brekkie and called BRM at the bike shop to let him know when Phil and I were coming and what kind of bike he'd be after. And then I called Phil and told him pretty much the same thing, only I dragged him out of the shower to do it. *grins* We schlepped out to Caulfield and Gran Prix Cycles on the tram, saw BRM and lots of shiny bikes *drools* and sorted things out. They don't have the size Phil needs, but it's been ordered in.
After schlepping back into the city, food and beer were needed, so we ended up at the Indian place around the corner from my house, and then Bridie O'Reilly's on the other corner. And there was beer. Lots and lots of beer. There's no such thing as "a couple of drinks" with a Brother Drunk. Phil got poured onto the last tram of the night and I wandered home to pass out on my bed and wake up an hour later to take my contact lenses out and remove my jeans and shoes. And apparently put my PJs on over my shirt. *shakes head at self*
This morning was very slow to start. I didn't get into work until 9.30, which means I'll be staying until 5.30, and I've been rather quiet. More tired than anything else. Fortunately we still have our application drought going on, and there isn't a huge amount of work to do. On the other hand, there's no email either (apart from actual work-related stuff), so I'm getting bored. And sleepy. And hungry - time to head downstairs for the cheap sushi, after I get some money out. Apparently there was a lot of beer last night, since my wallet is empty now. :( But worth it after the weeks of frugality.
Laundry tonight - I'm rapidly running out of clothes. So I'll be taking the lap top to the laundrette with me and catching up on my writing.
That was my weekend - how was yours?
