Monday I have Friday on my mind...

I think I could be forgiven for the title, mainly because Friday will see me in (hopefully) sunny Brisbane with Mel and the D's and Lynxie, relaxing and not thinking about fines in any way, shape or form. And yes, you guys have permission to pelt me with wine bottle corks should I mention the dreaded "W" word whilst I'm up there. Unless of course it involves finding a job in Brisbane and moving up - I swear, that's looking more and more tempting...

I have an interview for the application I fudged together on Friday - tomorrow, at 12.30. I don't really expect to get it, what with everyone else in PERIN applying for the job and most of those actually having experience (I've only been here since February), but hey, it's interview experience, and this time I won't have any problems nailing Trevor down for some feedback, considering his office is five metres away from my desk.

Bits of me are complaining about the hard work I put in at escrima yesterday - two weeks of non-activity makes for lazy muscles. But I'm going to karate tonight, so that should work off most of the stiffness. The hands, however, are not a pretty sight today - lovely weeping holes, with tender inflamed skin underneath. As long as I don't grip anything, I'm okay.

I have a bunch of chores today - I need to pay my phone and electricity bills, and sort out my travelling plans with Mel. Plus court tomorrow, this job interview, and another application to write due in on the 27th. Still, I've gotten my work done so far, so I think I'll be using my afternoon to get that done.

And you know a book is going to be cool when the epigram in the front is the line: "All my friends are fuck ups, but they're fun to have around" from the Whitlams song "You Sound Like Louis Burdett". Yep, started Dopeland on the tram this morning (it was still pissing down rain and I've done my getting soaked for this week). I enjoy the irony having a book describing one man's tour of the marijuana centres of Australia at my job in the courts...

Note to self

Dear Jo,

Next time you feel compelled to clean out your work computer's documents folder, please rethink deleting the previous Magistrates' Court job application. Because we both know how much we hate writing these things.

Love,

Your brain.

PS: And it's your own fault you had bad dreams last night - I told you Deep Blue Sea was a stupid movie. And bouncing between two bad movies does not make one good one. So nyah.

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Apparently my brain has been talking to my Inner Child again. I really shouldn't let the two of them sit together...

Owie owie ow ow.

I soaked my hands in warm water and tea tree oil, to dry up the oozing and to avoid getting my blister holes infected, and man did it sting. Still, they look slightly less like minced raw chicken. And you can bet I'm as sure as hell going to remember to tape my hands next time I do escrima.

*giggles* One of my co-workers was worrying about the slight discolouration a dark nail polish has left on her nails in terms of the job interview tomorrow, and then I showed her What Lurked Beneath the bandaids. She decided the nails weren't an issue.

I'm glad I have court tomorrow - the office is going to be insane with nervous people making each other even more nervous. I just have to remember to leave court in time to get to my own interview time and make sure I remember to wear pants... *grins* Just joking about that last one, folks.