No one can be that shallow! Can they?

on the way to spend $9.95 on a magazine that is two months behind and six months ahead
 
It has been one strange week for me. First, I was the supervisor at work for the week because my manager was away on leave and everything was left to me to handle, because, believe it or not, I had the most experience there. I admit, it felt good, to be able to sign my name on documents and going “Yeah, that’s fine. Just go ahead,” even though I didn’t know what I was signing, but that is an issue for compliance to deal with. But with that added temporary responsibility came the longer working hours. And that is what I did. Naturally, I only stayed back at work when the Head of the department was there….is this ethical?
 
And yes, I did spend $10 on the English Esquire. And yes, it was $10 because, due to my misfortune, as I ran towards the closing doors of the train, the five cents slipped away from my frost bitten hands and bounced and rolled and fell into that little ravine between the platform and the train. No big loss because I’m still $1.95 up from last week.
 
Friday night also saw me venture out to King Street wharf to a, dare I say, quite a good bar. The atmosphere was great, people were great and the prices were reasonable. Dinner, on the other hand was somewhat disappointing. Things weren’t looking good when drinks took a while to arrive and I wasn’t given a menu. The nerve! And things definitely didn’t look good when, in small print at the bottom, it said “Minimum charge of $35 per person on Friday and Saturday night.” Utterly ridiculous. Verdict: no amount of good food can compensate for poor service. Naturally, I paid by VISA with no tip. It is at times like these I wish I had AMEX, which, coincidently, I’m thinking of getting for this exact reason.  
 
But the real highlight was the trip home. After everyone disappeared somewhere, I walked NB to her bus stop and had a meaningful chat. It is at these moments where I appreciate my life right now. The things I have and the thing I don’t have. Wish I could elaborate. So after waiting thirty five minutes for a train, I found an empty carriage and found a spot close to a window so I could rest my arms. So as I looked at the window at Town Hall, I caught the gaze of this man who was sitting alone on the platform benchess when lo and behold, he winked his left eye, licked and plucked his lips. Disgusting! Of course I turned around to see who he was doing this to and this is when I realized it was me he was interested in. I turned back, and with all the experience of my life, I gave him a look that said “Whatever. I don’t think so. You’re not even on my list of eligible partners. Do you think you look like Paris Hilton? Are you even look rich? Loser!” So as the train pulled out of the station, I felt relieved and dirty. So for the whole trip back, I only had one thing on my mind, Paris.
 
So when I got to Fairfield, I kicked myself for not calling a taxi because Fairfield was dead quiet, just like a typical Sunday. Not one to sit and wait, I started to walk home and was hugely appreciative that it wasn’t that cold. After fifteen minutes in the cold, I caught the sight of a car with a little glowing light on top. After almost getting run over when I jumped in front of it, I caught a taxi the rest of the way home. But wait, there’s more. After cursing the vehicle for not having eftpos, I paid my fair and stepped out of the taxi after the fare reached $10, leaving me an extra two hundred or so meters to walk. When I turned the corner, I was confronted with a number of police cars blocking the road and one of the officers started to walk towards me. Curiously, I asked who’s the celebrity that’s in the neighbourhood. But he just asked me where I was headed and where I came from, to which I replied “Go to www.tyarrhea.blogspot.com.” 
 
By the way, apparently there was a shooting. All of sudden I’m living the Bronx without the perks of New York City.

posted by tykang @ 7/17/2004 10:05:00 PM