deathpixie | You're nicked, Sunshine.

Or rather, the rather nice man driving the evil four wheel drive of Doom is. I spent the earlier part of my evening down at the St Kilda Police Station giving a statement about last Thursday's fun and games to a rather helpful and friendly copper (of course, it helped me being 'job', as it were - I know the lingo, and apparently make a great witness/victim), and the upshot is he wasn't impressed at all and there's at least a careless driving charge in the offing. Which is as it should be, since things could have been a lot uglier if he'd been going any faster or I'd been any less bouncy. I feel a bit bad, since he was so very nice about it, but he was careless, and if he'd been watching the road, it wouldn't have happened and I would have a lot more skin on my elbow. And no spectacular bruise on my leg - it's the size of two of my hands and black.

In other news... I hate writing job applications. With the fiery burning passion of a million suns. But, I do have someone at work coaching me with this one, and at the end I should at least have a half-way decent CV out of it, for use in many future endeavours. Just in the meantime I'm going into spasms from the un-Australian self-promotion and mind-numbing boredom that is summarising eight years of court work in a good light.