Accounting

Do you ever wonder where words go when you type and you haven't activated the cursor in the text box, or is that just something strange that only I think about?

Just a quick one about this week:

• Green Halloween is go


• Things got done but not as many as I'd hoped


• Editorial and sales swapped desks/areas (it's MUCH quieter where we are now and we don't have to get up to answer the door any more)


• Saw Peta, who is coping well despite med exams in three weeks and a baby due in January


• My TAFE class is planning an end of year bash in order to introduce Wolfgang (my finance teacher) to a nightclub


• Tim Harcourt really needs to think up some new jokes; went to a trade seminar on Friday and heard his Airport Economist spiel for the third time

Housesat overnight and spent most of today transcribing interviews for my WA export story there, followed by tackling my accounting assignment. My back hurts because the desk and chair I was sitting on was the wrong height. My head hurts because the assignment is really boring and I don't really want to do it but it's due on Tuesday.

But the outpost is good to get work done - I can't connect to the internet because my dad suspended the account for the time they're away, so there are no cyber-distractions.

Oh, and here's a pic of me, Daniel, Premier Nathan Rees and Claudio at the NSW Export Awards. Apart from the floppy belt and the shadow of a stomach, I actually look okay.



(My mum writes: You looked very nice. Different from your usual self. Thanks Mum.)

Back to the books.