It’s pouring rain. A week after parts of Sydney fell into the ocean due to severe storms and several rich people complained that the government wasn’t going to fix their expensive waterfront homes which looked like they may collapse due to beach erosion we find ourselves sheltering from the storm yet again.
I don’t mind the rain. I just have two very large piles of tree branches which were cut off last week lying in my front yard. I knew the rain was coming for the weekend and did intend to take the load away yesterday but got caught up doing other things and re-entered today into my mental diary as dumping day for my garden detritus. Alas, it’s not to be.
All I have to look forward to today is running mail sorting machines and throwing off mail bags. Ugh! What a life! Dodging feuding Vietnamese women, managers who leave you incredulous and wannabes who stab people in the back has become part in parcel of my worklife. Not very impressed. It’s nice to have a few hours in the morning to meditate and fortify oneself for the afternoon’s onslaught.
Of course it is Friday and that makes today the most special day of the week. At home time we dissolve from our work persona and disappear into our normal selves for a couple of days, only the shadow of a fast approaching Sunday night and the spectre of a Monday return to work hovering over us to cause some discomfort. Hope you all have a great weekend.
The eagle eyed sports fans among you may have noted that the Euro Football Championship is being held in France at the moment. It’s a big deal of course, soccer (er, sorry, football!) being the world’s most popular sport and a favourite in Europe in particular. But what the hell is wrong with the game’s supporters? It attracts extremists with behavioral problems. I suppose it’s better than throwing your lot in with Isis but why on earth would you train in martial arts as Russian supporters have apparently done just to fight people of opposing nationalities on the streets of France?! Madness.
We even have our problems in Australia with soccer (oops, sorry, football) fans and anti-social behaviour. It has me beat how you can put 90 000 people into the MCG for a blockbuster AFL game and everyone goes home with barely a peep coming from the police yet half the number can crowd into Etihad stadium down the road for a game of soccer (football!) and annoy the general populace by disrupting traffic, fighting in the streets, letting off flares and generally displaying poor behaviour. The game isn’t so exciting as to get worked up by it. Perhaps that is the problem. A bit more excitement and they might wear themselves out just watching the game. Maybe they need bigger goal posts. More goals, less chance to be a moron in the crowd. Maybe I will write to FIFA with my proposals.
For those wondering how my experiment with my photo laden post went. Success! I managed to increase my page views from three to nine, a tripling of support! Haha.
Until next time, stay dry and I will be back soon.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 