The 1st of July, I always think of it as a turning point in the light and the cold of winter. Well, possibly not the cold, but it does mean we are heading out of the dark.
I had to head into the office to get my new laptop.
I was up early, 6am, and I was going to go in early, but as soon as I thought of it the rain started to fall, so I worked at home for a few hours and then went into the office.
Macy Gray's Relating To A Psychopath makes me laugh as I walk into town. I used to think Macy Gray sounded like Donald Duck, but now I love her.
I get on a tram in the free zone for the last bit of my trip to work and look at all the miserable faces heading into town. I wondered why we gave up working from home so easily? Surely, it was worth fighting for? Surely, it is the way of a modern city? Working from home, and solar panels on everyone's roof top, and an electric car – despite how boring they are – in every garage, surely are the way of modern cities. And an extensive public transport network, of course.
The Labor party is fighting for better public transport in Victoria, and the Victorian Liberal Party is doing everything it can to use it as a poisonous battering ram. And, I think, The Liberal Party troglodytes are winning over some people. It is a shame so many people are so gullible. How can anyone be against expanded public transport?
I get into the city and I get to my office.
The chick who sits outside my office says she is leaving soon. She says she has been working for the company on a 12 month contract and that this is only the second time she has seen me. I nearly responded with, and your point is? But, I just smiled inside instead. She's off travelling, WA and then across the top, Broome, Darwin, I couldn't help but feel a little envious.
A couple of people asked me if it was just a visit, or was this going to be a permanent thing? Seriously? I don't answer such questions. Good thing I am skilled at such social avoidance. I figure the least I say, the least ammunition they have to use me as an example, even if I quietly doubt that really isn't going to work in the long run. If they want to talk, they will and nothing I say, or don't say, will change that.
I had quite a lot of interaction with the Big PooBah, and he didn't mention my office attendance. Nyr!
I left at 3pm.
I got the hell out as quickly as I could. Little boxes made from ticky tacky are not a natural place for us to hang out. No, they are not. All that artificial air, and artificial, um, piling up of people and things and places and stuff and everything that goes along with that. Oh, big breath! I’m out of here.

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