Tuesday, June 29, 2004

Like a rat trapped in a maze...

I think I finally understand the perils you can get yourself into when you chat too much. My friend Elizabeth came to my work yesterday afternoon to pick up some Corporations Law books that I got for her from work (damaged copies - in case anyone from work is reading this and thinks I'm pilfering from the company). Anyway, I started seeing everyone leave and didn't think too much of it except that I had better get back to work. But since I hadn't seen Elizabeth for a while I didn't think it would do any harm to chat a bit longer. By the time she left, I discovered I was stuck. I couldn't get back upstairs because the lifts didn't work without a security badge after 5pm and then my car keys were in the office. I was starting to get a bit panicky because the only people whose phone number I can remember who may be able to let me in had already left for the day being the ever conscientious types to come in early so they can leave early. I think I sounded a bit desperate when I approached the security guard to ask him to let me in. But he only worked for Xerox and not for CCH (probably because CCH is too cheap to hire a security guard banking on the fact that the Xerox security guard would raise the alarm if anybody was caught trying to steal tax law books to sell on the black market) and so couldn't let me in. I had to stand outside until this guy came by and felt sorry for me and let me in. While I was thanking him profusely, he said "I saw that you were stranded" .... arghh.... how embarrassing... I think I'm going to have to start thinking when I'm chatting.

Monday, June 28, 2004

Trying to grow up...

When I was at uni, I so desperately wanted to move out of home. I think I kept thinking because I couldn't afford a washing machine, I couldn't move out. Finally has come to the point where I can't stay home any longer unless I'm willing to commute two and a half hours to work from Goulburn or find a job in Canberra.

We went looking for an apartment to rent on the weekend. Finally found one that had everything I was after: secure block, own laundry, lock up garage and that wasn't on the ground floor, close to the train station and shops and restaurants. I didn't really care about the built ins because I wanted to use my parent's old wardrobe which I think should fit in nicely with everything else of mine. We're going to move in this Saturday because thats when the lease starts but I really don't think we'll get everything out of the old house in one day. But we get the keys this week if we could be bothered to get them.

I think its weird that the place is Homebush West although its really Flemington. As if that would make it sound better. As Rebecca pointed out, its near the Olympic Aquatic Centre (too spendy just because the Olympics were held there), golf courses (not that I play), racing track (not that I run), etc. At least it will be closer to work. It should only take me about 20 mins to 30 mins to get to work now rather than the 1 hr and 15 mins it took before coming from Bonnyrigg - or Heights for that matter.

I'm going to look for a new bed on Thursday. I think I'm the only 26 yr old who still sleeps on a single. And I don't think its a full size single either. Lucky I'm the typical short Asian. I'm finally going to try for a double, when really what I want is a queen size bed. Even my younger sister has a better bed than me. Thats so bad.

I guess its finally time to grow up and do my own laundry...

Tuesday, June 15, 2004


Just got back from Melbourne for the long weekend. There always seem to be this thing between Sydney people and Melbourne people. How should I say this? Melbourne is soooo average. I had this great expectation when I was going since I hadn't been for 10 years, but it was quite disappointing really. The food, which I was told would be really good was so average. Even my favourite, which is Vietnamese food was average. If you look past the crime in Cabramatta, the food is so good. Since I've worked in customer service before, I have quite a high expectation. So it comes as a shock that the service in Melbourne is so crap. There were also so many psycho nutcases there. On the tram, there is always one nutcase onboard. Everyone smoked. I don't know if its because they have a bigger blackmarket for cigarettes there, but most people have something hanging out of their mouths. This isn't to say that Melbourne is completley bad. I really like the fact that Melbournians dress better than people in Sydney. Kind of reminds me of London. Have definately got to give "the claypot seafood bar" in St Kilda a mention. The food was fabbo and cheap. Never before had a seafood platter for less than $60. Luna park was scarrry..... much prefer the Sydney one. I couldn't wait to come home. Took the earlier flight when it got offered by the perky virgin blue counter staff.

Tuesday, June 08, 2004

There must be more to life...

I'm sure there are a million and one office workers out there who just watch the clocks on their computer clicking by thinking that there is definately more to life than sitting here waiting for the minutes to pass.

Although what could be more boring than tax law? The funny thing was when Hannah, Sharon and I went to see The Day after Tomorrow. There was a scene where these people were debating whether or not they should be burning these antique books and this other nerdy guy goes "Hey there are all these books on tax law that can go"... or something to that extent anyway.