No one can be that shallow! Can they?

On the way to pick up my beloved

The previous week has been one, ummm, *struggling to find the words* experience that I don’t think I will encounter again for a long time. At work, it was the end of the financial year and after a big celebratory lunch, things started to pile up, culminating in me working overtime four days in a row! I know, it is preposterous, considering that I receive a salary and not a wage. At least I was able to savor three free dinners and two taxi rides home, with one of them costing over $90, which I think includes the motorway tolls. How can a taxi cost over $90, well it did and unfortunately for me, I didn’t use credit but I did experience my first cab charge and frankly, its not as exciting as credit cards – there is glimmer of the hologram or glitter of the word VISA.

Coupled with my recovery from my flu/cold/infection, I’m incredibly tired from work and I don’t think I would have survived if it wasn’t for the fact that one of our colleagues always, come every hour, volunteered to go and get coffee for us all. “Thank you” is what I say and “Where is the stamp on my card? I’m one away from a free coffee! Go back and get it stamped!!!!”

I’m so horrible.

This week also saw the State of Origin final with Fitler playing his last game and Gould coaching his last and what a game it was. Although Queensland really wasn’t playing up to the standard of their previous game and that night also saw the emergence of new players who will, eventually, give Fitler a run for the ball. Why do I know so much? Because I was forced to listen to the game on AM radio (!!!) on the aforementioned taxi ride home and besides the stomach twisting commentary that was going, I say, it wasn’t that bad because someone or something in my head kept singing “At first I was afraid, I was petrifieded……..I will survive, hey hey” And survive I did.

Friday night also saw me enjoy after work drinks at the Skygardens bar where the tightarse in us all emerged for the first time in a long while. How? Well, GM emerged from the dark and handled us little coasters belonging to the bar but upon closer inspection, it marked the words “Buy 1 get 1 free.” We were hooked.

But I guess the money we saved was soon spent on a laid back and laddish dinner, steak at Kingsly’s where we celebrated a boys night out for WS birthday. No, there were censored bits, no farting, no sexist jokes, no squeezing and no ******. It was quite well behaved. It was my first foray into the paradoxical world that is Woolloomoolooo where the ab*’s and junkies sleep in the street and the rich and famous sleep in warehouses and if Sydney City Council used bigger and more powerful street sweeping trucks, I wouldn’t mind moving into the area. I mean, to have Delta as a neighbour, I’m more than willing to put up with the antics of Russell Crowe and that ethnic tennis player *forgotten his name, oh yeah, something Poo*

But the real highlight of the week came after dinner and after a few drinks and a few shots, we ended up at Star City where my intuition was in full swing. Strutting along with my designer and showcased coat looking for my parents a black jack table, I thought to myself “I shouldn’t walk with my head held so high, why are walking like a dickhead? Act normal, your eyes should be looking at the ground” and sure enough, when I lowered my head, my eyes rested on something that just sparkled under the flashing kaleidoscope of colour of the pokie machines – a $2 coin! Naturally, I bent down as quick as I can before another Asian could beat me to it and I picked it up and held it high. Nothing in the world could describe how I felt! Elation, ecstasy, joy and happiness! But the most powerful feeling I felt was hope. Hope that there might be another $2 around the corner. So while WS was gambling my money away at the black jack table and BE was looking for a bar to get us a drink and the others were *they’d better have been* looking for a rich old women for me, I strolled around the pokies looking for my fortune.

So after a couple of unsuccessful rounds, I gave up my search, more than content with my initial find because now, I am full of hope; hope that I will find another $2 around the corner if I didn’t gaze so far and high up in the sky.

Moral of the story: always look at people’s pockets and if there is hole, follow them because the likelihood that they’ll drop money is extremely high.

So now I leave you again, for another week. I hope everything is well and I especially hope that my beloved is safe, healthy and functioning again after spending three weeks away being looked after, cared for and brought back to full health. I don’t know what was wrong with her, but I was glad that her prognosis was good even though they said that there was something wrong internally and would probably had to undergo surgery. I admit I was scared because I could feel that her heart wasn’t beating properly and that I’ll never see her again so now I promise that I will cherish her everyday and never take her for granted. She means so much to me and has been with me through some of my most difficult moments. I’m so glad that she’s back and I look forward to spending my lonely nights with her again.

I miss you, Tank Francaise.

posted by tykang @ 7/12/2004 01:46:00 PM