Yesterday I had the afternoon off, so I decided to entertain myself by doing all of those mundane things yet strangely amusing things that you just HAVE to do, like getting a haircut, depositing a fistful of cheques in the bank, renewing my gym membership (after letting it lapse 3 years) and going to see my accountant about my tax return.
So I showered at the hotel – it was one of those unseasonably warm spring days in Melbourne and clothed entirely in black under my silks, I was ripe – changed into fresh civvies, made myself a coffee – instant, but passable. There’s a knock at the door. It’s the concierge, holding an envelope.
“Sir, this arrived for you while you were out.”
Why didn’t he just give it to me when I crossed the foyer to the elevator? Ah, that explains it! The envelope is stamped OHMS. It’s the archival record I ordered from the Supreme Court Library because I couldn’t find the transcripts off the shelf a couple of days ago. Turns out they’ve been sent off to be digitally transcribed and will be available on the website in a week or two. Damn!
Turned my laptop on. It’s been playing up a bit lately, but it seems fine today. There’s a message from a friend who I haven’t heard from in a couple of weeks. Given that the last message was titled Life’s a mess, I open immediately. There’s no news as such, but her voice sounds happier. As long as she’s OK, I’m happy. I sent a quick reply.
I switch quickly over to Facebook. There’s a short message from another friend of mine who’s currently in London and having a ball. She’s been away for a little over 6 months (with 9 months to go) and is starting to pine for Melbourne. My sister is online also. She’s coming to stay with me this weekend (friend’s wedding). I just wanted to check with her when she was staying. It’s a little bit ridiculous actually. It wouldn’t be 15 minutes on the train (two stops further out on the same line) but we haven’t seen one another in months.
NEXT TIME ….. Will Stu find his missing paperwork? To whom did Stu send some saucy pics? Will there be a jilted groom? Who will leave? Who gets demoted?
So I showered at the hotel – it was one of those unseasonably warm spring days in Melbourne and clothed entirely in black under my silks, I was ripe – changed into fresh civvies, made myself a coffee – instant, but passable. There’s a knock at the door. It’s the concierge, holding an envelope.
“Sir, this arrived for you while you were out.”
Why didn’t he just give it to me when I crossed the foyer to the elevator? Ah, that explains it! The envelope is stamped OHMS. It’s the archival record I ordered from the Supreme Court Library because I couldn’t find the transcripts off the shelf a couple of days ago. Turns out they’ve been sent off to be digitally transcribed and will be available on the website in a week or two. Damn!
Turned my laptop on. It’s been playing up a bit lately, but it seems fine today. There’s a message from a friend who I haven’t heard from in a couple of weeks. Given that the last message was titled Life’s a mess, I open immediately. There’s no news as such, but her voice sounds happier. As long as she’s OK, I’m happy. I sent a quick reply.
I switch quickly over to Facebook. There’s a short message from another friend of mine who’s currently in London and having a ball. She’s been away for a little over 6 months (with 9 months to go) and is starting to pine for Melbourne. My sister is online also. She’s coming to stay with me this weekend (friend’s wedding). I just wanted to check with her when she was staying. It’s a little bit ridiculous actually. It wouldn’t be 15 minutes on the train (two stops further out on the same line) but we haven’t seen one another in months.
NEXT TIME ….. Will Stu find his missing paperwork? To whom did Stu send some saucy pics? Will there be a jilted groom? Who will leave? Who gets demoted?