Monday, August 16, 2004

cleaning the slate

The crossroad confronts me once again. Took a sickie today. I really felt sick and couldn't get up due to physical and emotional strains. I was still a tad considerate. Another supervisor was opening anyway and it's a Monday (read: less traffic).

I got up at my own pace, checked up on the Wynyard crew to find Al unhappy about being called in. Saying no can be handy, really but it's the people, not the work, that is the main concern of most. Did a bit of phone-training there. Oh well.

Brought my 2-week twin to the airport. Fab times' end. It was weird being left there alone after having said goodbye to someone dear. I refuse to take a stand on a non-neutral perspective. Somehow, I love the airport shops. It was in a sense a comforting abode where I usually find myself amused and somewhat engrossed just looking around the merchandise. The long 400 bus trip to Bondi Junction is as calming despite being such a lengthy detour to the city. I alloted time for that anyway.

Met up with Minie after having gone around the Bondi Junction shops a bit. Bondi's earning a place in my heart now. Had to run Minie through some accounting stuff. She called me of all people. It was strange. I lent her the dunnies book I previously used.

Did my Starbucks girl routine. Helped Al with the ordering, had a good chat with Pauline at Transport House and with Joey in his suit and runners. Pretty amusing sight.

Came home and had dinner plus a bit of a chat with my lovely flatmate whom I haven't really spent much time with. We just had our separate things to do. She's been good whereas I have a lot of catching up to do.

Got a phone call from a prospective employer. I'm back to my individualistic busy life. Inhale... Exhale... It was good to have Cham around for a bit. It was some sort of a reality check for me. It's time to go back to reality and alter a few things. That bit of a break from my daily grind plus Robert Ferguson's sermon. They go together better than bread and butter.

I need to do a bit of "housekeeping."

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