It’s Friday night and I have safely negotiated the potholed road of life for another week. As the sun rests below the horizon, nestled away safely, waiting to dawn again with renewed vigour tomorrow, here in Canberra we are hunkering down, doing our best to avoid the chills of the early winter nights.
It fell to zero last night, the first real sign of what is to come in the next few months although the daylight hours this week, once the fog has cleared have been splendid.
It’s been the usual working week for me. The usual hysterics from our union rep, full of doom and gloom about what will happen to us and our workplace in the near future. He believes that the heirachy are preparing to turn the place into the equivalent of a concentration camp where any dissenters will be shot on sight, no questions asked! But then he also believes that the country is about to go broke and we will lose all our superannuation and be forced to work until we drop! Of course things may not be great econmically around the world at the moment but I don’t think Australia is in any danger of turning into a Banana Republic anytime soon.
Our union rep gets a bit carried away. He hears snippets about what AP want to do and runs with it. The truth is that I’m not sure that they know what to do with Canberra. We will just have to wait and see.
My day began well enough although the movement of the early risers brings me to my senses far too early and I can never get back to sleep ensuring that intermittent weariness will dog me all day.
I did manage to lie in bed for a while but eventually moved myself out into the magnificent sunshine and walked up Mt Wanniassa. Unfortunately the summit was already occupied today and, not wanting to tell the lady admiring the view from the top that this was my hill and she needed to get off it, I politely greeted her and continued on my way down the other side leaving the majestic panorama of the Brindabella Ranges for her eyes only.
The day being so nice, the usual dread of being forced to endure another day indoors, taking a journey to the depths of monotony, seemed to intensify.
There are times at the mail centre that you feel like you are on Sir John Franklin’s arctic expedition, your ship permanently stuck in ice, forced to endure winter after winter living inside the ship, hoping that the coming summer will free you and send you home, far away from the barren wastelands that you have been enduring for years.
I got through the day without drama and now find myself alone, the heavy week having taken it’s toll on my housemates, all of whom had long retired to bed by the time I got home and are dreaming of their own adventures in the land of Nod as I write.
So, I’m looking forward to the weekend and whatever pleasures it may bring and I hope it brings the same to all those reading. Have a good one.
It fell to zero last night, the first real sign of what is to come in the next few months although the daylight hours this week, once the fog has cleared have been splendid.
It’s been the usual working week for me. The usual hysterics from our union rep, full of doom and gloom about what will happen to us and our workplace in the near future. He believes that the heirachy are preparing to turn the place into the equivalent of a concentration camp where any dissenters will be shot on sight, no questions asked! But then he also believes that the country is about to go broke and we will lose all our superannuation and be forced to work until we drop! Of course things may not be great econmically around the world at the moment but I don’t think Australia is in any danger of turning into a Banana Republic anytime soon.
Our union rep gets a bit carried away. He hears snippets about what AP want to do and runs with it. The truth is that I’m not sure that they know what to do with Canberra. We will just have to wait and see.
My day began well enough although the movement of the early risers brings me to my senses far too early and I can never get back to sleep ensuring that intermittent weariness will dog me all day.
I did manage to lie in bed for a while but eventually moved myself out into the magnificent sunshine and walked up Mt Wanniassa. Unfortunately the summit was already occupied today and, not wanting to tell the lady admiring the view from the top that this was my hill and she needed to get off it, I politely greeted her and continued on my way down the other side leaving the majestic panorama of the Brindabella Ranges for her eyes only.
The day being so nice, the usual dread of being forced to endure another day indoors, taking a journey to the depths of monotony, seemed to intensify.
There are times at the mail centre that you feel like you are on Sir John Franklin’s arctic expedition, your ship permanently stuck in ice, forced to endure winter after winter living inside the ship, hoping that the coming summer will free you and send you home, far away from the barren wastelands that you have been enduring for years.
I got through the day without drama and now find myself alone, the heavy week having taken it’s toll on my housemates, all of whom had long retired to bed by the time I got home and are dreaming of their own adventures in the land of Nod as I write.
So, I’m looking forward to the weekend and whatever pleasures it may bring and I hope it brings the same to all those reading. Have a good one.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 