Back to work today and the bleak reality of life resuming at CMC hasn’t exactly set my heart racing. For such a beautiful day, it’s a grey fate awaiting me this afternoon. I like to see my friends but the rest of the punters who haunt the halls and byways of the place I can really do without. Their sullen faces and warped attitudes bequeath me a state of desire, a longing to reach further than my means currently allow and move on, casting them aside and escaping these earthly boundaries like a rocket plane heading for the heavens leaving the mere mortals of the processing floor scratching and pecking at the ground like chickens bustling in their pens, trying to take the last scrap of grub before their unfortunate mates beat them to it. Such is life for the bottom feeders like us.
It is a beautiful day here in the capital. Saturating sunshine has chased away the demons of the night, the cold chill of morning evaporating with the fog and frost, leaving a marvelous spring day which despite the travails awaiting me makes me feel glad to be alive.
I was up early heading for the tip. I have had a load of rubbish, chicken wire, old doors, hubcaps and various other detrius sitting on the floor of the garage for some months making it impossible to fit another car inside and creating a running joke within the family as to when, despite my frequent assertations of positiveness in regards to action, I was going to take it away. Today was the day.
Sunday morning was spent out in the shed trying to avoid more menial tasks such as washing dishes, loading up my Proton ute with all of the aforementioned rubbish in preparation for departure. Knowing that Sunday afternoons at the tip are a certain nightmare, people from all over southern Canberra taking the opportunity to clear the decks at home, creating a bottleneck and traffic jam at the waste facility, I decided to leave it until Monday morning when the public servants have more important tasks to do helping to run the country rather than making space at home, ready to fill them with yet more junk.
Sure enough I had an easy run and my efforts to be a fresh and clean home owner will no longer be the butt of familial jokes now that my end of the bargain in regards to tidyness has been upheld. Truth be known I could make another run with more useless, obselete hardware which has found a silent home out the back but at twenty dollars a pop to get into the tip I will make sure the Proton is loaded up well and good before I venture to those parts again.
Once the ute was loaded and tied down I really had no other choice as I was due in other places later in the morning and didn’t want to drive around with a load of rubbish in the back. So now it is done.
My other chore for the morning was visiting Dr Vlad Milosovic in regards to the skin cancer on my forearm. An imposing man with a not unexpected balkanese accent which I found a little hard to understand. Flash suit, spacious offices, yep, plastic surgeons do alright! And the best thing is that he promised me two weeks off work once the procedure is done. “Don’t put pressure on it!”, he mumbled at me. “Must have time off!” No worries Vlad, I’m understanding you! I’ll gladly have a chunk taken out of my arm for two weeks away from the coal face. I’m almost looking forward to it!
So that is my day for today. Nothing more to do than have lunch and prepare for descent into the furnace and a day of monotony, boredom and frustration. At least I’m going in fresh.
For anyone waiting for a third installment of the “Fiji Chronicles”, don’t despair, I will get onto it tomorrow. I actually didn’t write anymore in my travel diary and will be working from memory before the splendid visions of my South Sea adventure fade from my mind. I’ll give a conclusion and my thoughts about the country.
Hope you are all having a good day. How could you not when the sun is shining and all is well with the world. Until next time.
It is a beautiful day here in the capital. Saturating sunshine has chased away the demons of the night, the cold chill of morning evaporating with the fog and frost, leaving a marvelous spring day which despite the travails awaiting me makes me feel glad to be alive.
I was up early heading for the tip. I have had a load of rubbish, chicken wire, old doors, hubcaps and various other detrius sitting on the floor of the garage for some months making it impossible to fit another car inside and creating a running joke within the family as to when, despite my frequent assertations of positiveness in regards to action, I was going to take it away. Today was the day.
Sunday morning was spent out in the shed trying to avoid more menial tasks such as washing dishes, loading up my Proton ute with all of the aforementioned rubbish in preparation for departure. Knowing that Sunday afternoons at the tip are a certain nightmare, people from all over southern Canberra taking the opportunity to clear the decks at home, creating a bottleneck and traffic jam at the waste facility, I decided to leave it until Monday morning when the public servants have more important tasks to do helping to run the country rather than making space at home, ready to fill them with yet more junk.
Sure enough I had an easy run and my efforts to be a fresh and clean home owner will no longer be the butt of familial jokes now that my end of the bargain in regards to tidyness has been upheld. Truth be known I could make another run with more useless, obselete hardware which has found a silent home out the back but at twenty dollars a pop to get into the tip I will make sure the Proton is loaded up well and good before I venture to those parts again.
Once the ute was loaded and tied down I really had no other choice as I was due in other places later in the morning and didn’t want to drive around with a load of rubbish in the back. So now it is done.
My other chore for the morning was visiting Dr Vlad Milosovic in regards to the skin cancer on my forearm. An imposing man with a not unexpected balkanese accent which I found a little hard to understand. Flash suit, spacious offices, yep, plastic surgeons do alright! And the best thing is that he promised me two weeks off work once the procedure is done. “Don’t put pressure on it!”, he mumbled at me. “Must have time off!” No worries Vlad, I’m understanding you! I’ll gladly have a chunk taken out of my arm for two weeks away from the coal face. I’m almost looking forward to it!
So that is my day for today. Nothing more to do than have lunch and prepare for descent into the furnace and a day of monotony, boredom and frustration. At least I’m going in fresh.
For anyone waiting for a third installment of the “Fiji Chronicles”, don’t despair, I will get onto it tomorrow. I actually didn’t write anymore in my travel diary and will be working from memory before the splendid visions of my South Sea adventure fade from my mind. I’ll give a conclusion and my thoughts about the country.
Hope you are all having a good day. How could you not when the sun is shining and all is well with the world. Until next time.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 