Dude, it's been a bumpy, exhausting ride this week. Hence the mixed metaphors - apologies in advance.
Monday was when Assumpta dropped a bombshell about shifting to the UK, followed by a summit meeting that involved a bunch of Little Britain and Red Dwarf jokes, and Barbara Cartland references.
Tuesday I played the waiting game with Jonnie and lost. Bastard. Then I gave blood at the Chatswood Donation Centre for the first time. Nice place - virtually no waiting time, small, quiet and new. Out in about 30 minutes as opposed to 1 hour at Clarence St.
Wednesday I primed myself for a stoush with Jonnie when I went to pick up the remainder of our deposit... and he chickened out. Not there. Cheque waiting for me. CHEQUE? Mean female agent: "It's our policy to bank cash every day and give any money back as a cheque." Wha-? We were led to believe that because we gave the amount in cash we'd receive it back in cash. RIPPED!
Then I went to see 'Music for the Eyes' (CODA) at The Studio Opera House, which was pretty good. Music was awesome, shame about the CODApendants. Still not 'getting' the whole burlesque thing. Not funny or sexy at all. Doesn't help that one of them looks like a man - ironically the one that never has a male role in any of the scenes. Saw Lee Tran (from writing group) there and had a chat to her about her jobhunting and met her friend Caroline.
Thursday. Nothing much. Gave Colin (workmate) a lift home as he lives a few streets away from me. Every night he gets a call from his pseudo-girlfriend in Brisbane (he only moved to Sydney about a month ago) who basically uses him to debrief her day. Can't believe he's so patient about it, but then again he confessed that he used to be keen on her and guys will do almost anything for a girl they like.
I woke up to catch the last 5 minutes of the soccer on Friday, with the Socceroos' draw against Croatia, which secured them a place in the round of 16. Yay!
It was all misty in the valley (and the fog didn't clear 'til 11am) so when I was waiting for my train at Hornsby I had a smoking-related 'episode'. Basically, because of the mist, all the smoke that was being exhaled by cigarette-wielding commuters hung low in my breathing space. Unfortunately I was wedged between smokers so I couldn't even move elsewhere. I started wheezing and coughing and getting light-headed. Oddly enough I think the whole thing was psychosomatic because I'm not asthmatic but I was clearly trying to avoid breathing in the toxic air. One kind man asked if I was okay and I just said "it's just the cigarette smoke but thanks for asking". Next time I might be really melodramatic and faint to see if I can actually get people to STOP SMOKING.
At lunch I went to the Mandarin Centre with workmates Vanessa and Dina and also met some guys from the multimedia section, Rodriguez and David, who were cool. My wonton noodle soup took ages to make but the wontons were really good, even if the soup was watery.
After work, most of us went to the Chelsea Pub for a bev or two to celebrate the Socceroos' victory, where I met Faun, who is in the primary division, soon to merge with us secondary people. Most people left by 6ish, though, leaving Roland, Colin, myself and some guy I hadn't met before. I wouldn't have minded staying but I also wanted to go to Ross' welcome home party so I bid my farewell and hopped on a bus.
Now, I *clearly* remember using my red travelten to pay the fare but there seems to be no record of my trip on the pass. Yes, I was a little tipsy (and proceeded to take a 40min nap on the 60min ride). Disembarked at Manly Wharf, bought some lamingtons and hiked over to Ross' new place (well, his mum's). The new place is rather swish but in a cold, designer sort of way that is not necessarily good for relaxation and comfort.
Anyway, Ross wasn't there because he'd gone to get ice with Robert (my ex). Instead there was Ross' mum Judy, Louie, Sean and that woman (I think spelt Alycia). Talking to them wasn't as bad as I predicted so I didn't get riled up like I thought I might with A around. Then Ross arrived with Robert, Kate (R's new girlfriend) and guy called Peter. And then Stuart (most recent ex) came and a bunch of other people I semi-know from the time I was going out with Robert. There was eating and drinking, laughing and jamming.
I asked Robert about Louise and whether she was coming and he said it sounded like she might and that she'd also hinted that she might be moving to Adelaide with Rob (her de facto, who is originally from there). I finally sent my letter, the one about how I wasn't angry at her any more, on Sunday, so I was quite prepared to see her. But it wasn't to be, I left around 11pm because I had to catch the ferry home in order to get enough sleep for our house inspecting sprint yesterday.
There was a guy called Phoenix (not sure if that's his real name but cool anyhow) who was sympathetic about the whole househunting thing and played the guitar for a bit before Ross sang a song, I handed out lamingtons and had to dash. Stuart walked me to the wharf and I gave him a big hug because he seemed so morose.
You already know about Saturday. Today I'm unknitting my scarf by knitting a more plausible one over it (well, not over it, but with the same wool). I took a pic of the old one, just because it's the most knitting that I've ever done in my life. Will try and remember to post it here.
Wish me luck with the tenancy application. I really hope we get this place!
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