Strange Notations From a Laborious Life

 Boy, what a morning! Running Linda to work so she can go out and have a drink at a farewell later today, getting back from the city in time to run Monique to school and I was fully expecting Megan to be here waiting for me to take her as well but she was already gone by the time I got back from Queanbeyan. Phew! A fairly busy morning when you consider getting up earlier than usual and the traffic involved although I must say it wasn’t as bad as I expected.
 Another beautiful day here in Canberra and an even better one expected tomorrow. Spring in Canberra can be a great time but you never know when another cold snap is just around the corner such are the vagaries of the weather in these parts.
 Work rolls on. The job itself can be okay but the boredom and monotony, aargh! I sometimes wonder how I got myself into a situation of getting stuck in such a place for so long. It’s at a stage now where I am so institutionalised I fear I wouldn’t be able to work anywhere else. Unfortunately the way I am going I think I am losing more brain cells every day!
 Don’t get me wrong, I have been proud to work for Australia Post and it has paid for my comfortable existence for a long time now and admittedly there are days that I think I wouldn’t want to work anywhere else. However, despite having limited experience of other corporations and workplaces I can’t help but think the place could be run so much more efficiently and competently. Unfortunately I think our part of the communications industry is dying and it wouldn’t surprise me if AP is given a big shake up in the years to come.
 I’m lucky to have a group of friends at work who stick together and have a laugh and make the day a little more bearable than it otherwise would be. I think we would all go out of our minds without a bit of fun given the silliness that often pervades the workplace.

 The big news around the country in the last day or so, if you don’t take any notice of Julia Gillard’s seemingly never ending troubles, is the confirmation that a skeleton found buried in the old graveyard at the former Pentridge prison is that of the great bushranger Ned Kelly.
 Having been born in North East Victoria and having a tenuous link to Ned through the marriage of my great auntie to one of his nephews I found the news to be very exciting. I think no matter what a man is or what he has done there is always family left behind who suffer because of his deeds or misdemeanours and I think he is as entitled to a christian burial as anyone.
 Of course the usual parade of do-gooders has come out with derogatory remarks about Ned and what should be done with his body. The usual comments from those too ignorant to read the facts about what actually happened during the Kelly outbreak.
 Whatever Ned did, whether he was right or wrong, hero or villain he paid his debt in full. Hanged at 25 is no one’s idea of a glorious life or death. He owes our society nothing more.