Maybe I shouldn't have gotten out of bed yesterday. Or, maybe when I heard about the wildcat train strike in town, maybe I should have gotten back into bed. All services, including freight, not including long distance passenger trains, were out from midnight. Soooo, it was onto the buses for the public transport.
And, apart from the overcrowding, it wasn't too bad a run in through the suburbs, probably about five minutes behind normal schedule - I usually feel guilty taking the bus into town, longer timeframe than the trains, scenic route as it is, but yesterday I was floating along. We were just coming into town when the CD I had in the player, Radiohead's Hail to the Thief, finished. And then, it was an excruciating twenty minutes trying to get down Wickham Terrace.
Which I guess wasn't too bad, my mother and sister took two hours to travel into town, and some of my workmates were an hour late. Still, would have been nice to have more warning of the train strike than we did.
And then when I got to work, was very busy, surprisingly so for a Friday, and V was not happy with aspects of my blog. Specifically me making a sexual based comment on a woman's blog. When I made said comment, I was thinking of a certain scene in When Harry Met Sally, but didn't mention that reference in the comment, probably making it sound worse than I actually meant it to.
It was meant as a joke, but all V saw was me talking sex with some anonymous woman. Understandably upset, I can see that, but I feel that I have made so much progress with my online self that the thing she blew up at left me I guess somewhat puzzled. I've bailed from chatrooms, I am not drooling over anyone in Brisbane, in the workplace or otherwise, and I get pinged for making what I meant as a funny ironic joke - sex based, true, but if it was off a Meg Ryan movie, I can't think of any movie that could be more wholesome...
Kind of skirted around the issue in emails in the workplace, we were both trying to concentrate on work, and I remember the last time a full blown argument came my way via email, I bailed from work for the rest of the day. Was not in the right place in my mind to talk to customers when that other email came through. But yesterday, although my mind wandered a few times, I managed to stay focussed on the customers for the most part.
Oh, and got bitten by ants during my lunchbreak. Instead of heading down to the waterfront, I just went to the park in the square and laid down. Obviously an ant or two went up my trouser leg - ooh, very Spike Milligan, Badjelly the Witch - and then about half an hour after lunch, a searing pain was going through my right knee. It must have been ants, because if it were a spider or, more improbably, a snake, there would have been a better chance of me keeling over.
After the call I was taking when that pain in the knee became apparent, I wandered over to the boss to just give her a heads up that I had a sore knee, ants were the culprit - just to let her know in case it was more serious and I keeled over at a later stage. In reporting this, however, it became a hazard incident, and I was stuck at her desk for the next half hour filling out an online report - the boss disliked it, the process, and the waste of time, just as much as me. It was freaking ants for goodness sake, it's not as if it was a fatality :)
Oh, KDA came down from the weekend - if you remember, she left the job after she had graduated from her university courses, and went to work for a university course appropriate workplace up in north Queensland. She had come down for ADE's birthday, and a couple of other things this weekend - so obviously they are trying out the long distance thing, good luck - and she said she was going drinking for a couple hours to kill time before ADE finished work.
It was good to go across the road and have a drink with a friend - I just realised the last time I had been to the Orient was early December, but it seems a lot longer than that. And just KDA herself, bubbly, talkative, enthusiastic about the rugby, even though she is a Brumbies girl LOL. And she appreciates my company I think. As the workplace fragments more and more into cliqueness, or maybe it's just me bringing up the drawbridge, it is just nice to have a genuine sense of appreciation :)
More later - is another night that is too hot to concentrate on writing :)
Paul
And, apart from the overcrowding, it wasn't too bad a run in through the suburbs, probably about five minutes behind normal schedule - I usually feel guilty taking the bus into town, longer timeframe than the trains, scenic route as it is, but yesterday I was floating along. We were just coming into town when the CD I had in the player, Radiohead's Hail to the Thief, finished. And then, it was an excruciating twenty minutes trying to get down Wickham Terrace.
Which I guess wasn't too bad, my mother and sister took two hours to travel into town, and some of my workmates were an hour late. Still, would have been nice to have more warning of the train strike than we did.
And then when I got to work, was very busy, surprisingly so for a Friday, and V was not happy with aspects of my blog. Specifically me making a sexual based comment on a woman's blog. When I made said comment, I was thinking of a certain scene in When Harry Met Sally, but didn't mention that reference in the comment, probably making it sound worse than I actually meant it to.
It was meant as a joke, but all V saw was me talking sex with some anonymous woman. Understandably upset, I can see that, but I feel that I have made so much progress with my online self that the thing she blew up at left me I guess somewhat puzzled. I've bailed from chatrooms, I am not drooling over anyone in Brisbane, in the workplace or otherwise, and I get pinged for making what I meant as a funny ironic joke - sex based, true, but if it was off a Meg Ryan movie, I can't think of any movie that could be more wholesome...
Kind of skirted around the issue in emails in the workplace, we were both trying to concentrate on work, and I remember the last time a full blown argument came my way via email, I bailed from work for the rest of the day. Was not in the right place in my mind to talk to customers when that other email came through. But yesterday, although my mind wandered a few times, I managed to stay focussed on the customers for the most part.
Oh, and got bitten by ants during my lunchbreak. Instead of heading down to the waterfront, I just went to the park in the square and laid down. Obviously an ant or two went up my trouser leg - ooh, very Spike Milligan, Badjelly the Witch - and then about half an hour after lunch, a searing pain was going through my right knee. It must have been ants, because if it were a spider or, more improbably, a snake, there would have been a better chance of me keeling over.
After the call I was taking when that pain in the knee became apparent, I wandered over to the boss to just give her a heads up that I had a sore knee, ants were the culprit - just to let her know in case it was more serious and I keeled over at a later stage. In reporting this, however, it became a hazard incident, and I was stuck at her desk for the next half hour filling out an online report - the boss disliked it, the process, and the waste of time, just as much as me. It was freaking ants for goodness sake, it's not as if it was a fatality :)
Oh, KDA came down from the weekend - if you remember, she left the job after she had graduated from her university courses, and went to work for a university course appropriate workplace up in north Queensland. She had come down for ADE's birthday, and a couple of other things this weekend - so obviously they are trying out the long distance thing, good luck - and she said she was going drinking for a couple hours to kill time before ADE finished work.
It was good to go across the road and have a drink with a friend - I just realised the last time I had been to the Orient was early December, but it seems a lot longer than that. And just KDA herself, bubbly, talkative, enthusiastic about the rugby, even though she is a Brumbies girl LOL. And she appreciates my company I think. As the workplace fragments more and more into cliqueness, or maybe it's just me bringing up the drawbridge, it is just nice to have a genuine sense of appreciation :)
More later - is another night that is too hot to concentrate on writing :)
Paul
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