OMG! Apparently, I have to go back there tomorrow too. Again? Really? For fucks sake, what is this a life sentence? You just have to keep giving and giving with this work bullshit, now don't you? Work work work! How many days is that? It seems like half my life already. I feel like I have worked every day of this year this week. I feel like, I feel like.... oh, my god work work work.
Remember, I worked three days a week before I took last year off, got sack, my time in purgatory was commuted.
Although, on the bright side, I found out it is over in two weeks. Lovely. Two weeks to go. I'm counting down the days. Easter Monday... ah the chocolate festival breaks it up, lovely. My boss is looking for another assignment, he says he will have one booked in by the time I finish this one, so that'll be good. Cross your fingers for me that it will be in the CBD. Collins Street would be nice, but anywhere in the CBD would be just fine.
Of course, Sam works down the other end of Bourke Street, so the other end of the city would do just fine. But, the sun is nicer in the Paris end of Collins Street. I think it was my favourite place to work, in 101, it was just lovely, and preferable, if I could put in my request.
Please universe, send me to the top end of Collins Street, or Bourke Street, or Lonsdale, any of them are a fifteen minute walk from home.
Or first place in tattslotto.
An otherwise unknown billionaire aunt could die leaving me a fortune. Yes, that would be acceptable too.
The bank could put five million dollars in my account and not pick it up. I wouldn't tell.
Perhaps, I could do it with a 90 year old multi millionaire who is a minute off death?
What was it today?
"Let me show you my baby," said Smoking Brenda.
She pulled out her iPhone.
Oh Jesus, I am to be spared fucken nothing. I am soooooo not interested in your grand pigs lady.
But it was her poodle, which was a relief. Strangely. What was its name? Mitsy. Apparently, it is an apricot. It looks as old as Brenda. Maybe the poodle smokes too.
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