Today is 13th Friday of the 4th month of the 7th year of the of the 2nd millennium and what a crazy day it’s been.
Firstly, the bus arrived at the scheduled time which meant that I was able to make every other connection. That particular run is looked after by the company owners’ son who is the equivalent to Young Mr Grace*. He always asks if the drivers are doing a good job, keeping to schedule and the like.
Get into work, on my 3rd day and world war three broke out. I was taken off my project to help finish another one off. I spend the whole day normalising a database containing 187,000 records then moving the the records to various servers for testing. Because of size limitations, I could only move 40,000 records at a time. A real snooze job.
Lunch was no better. Almost everything on Burke Road is twice the price than Puckle St and Burnt. For lunch I had a burnt sausage roll, burnt croissant and hot chocolate - and for lack of a better word, the milk was burnt.
Got off work at 6:45 PM to try and fly into the city to meet up with my best mate.
On the way to Camberwell station there were two kids chroming in the bushes. There was another little shit keeping watch. I went up to the booking office and notified the attended who gave me a ‘not again’ look. 30 seconds later there was a ‘Oi, you little bastards’ and the sound of running.
Met up with best mate at 7:20 PM to go to a bar based on an SMS of dubious origin. After Beam and Cola and Stella I needed to get home lest mommy dearest do her bit. Leave best mate at Elizabeth St, need Macca’s, get call from other mate saying he got the SMS as well but was going to Marquee Club instead. Get SMS from best mate telling me to hurry up because Broardy train is leaving in two minutes.
Best mate gives me a lift home cause he’s a good guy. Hope he doesn’t do burnout outside house. Then again his car struggles to get to 70.
Get home, sort through e-mails, lick wounds, have a shower and write this. Time to get to bed.
*Are you being served reference.