| "Coherncy"? By the way: emo. Waah. |
[Jan. 23rd, 2007|11:10 pm] |
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| |  exhausted | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Wake Up, The Living End | ] |
Yesterday was long. And stuff. Up at six to be at Gordon by nine, then home to do however long it was in each direction, then the dog party, then trivia.
...Just as I was about to get off the bus at the Lansdowne, I received a message from Nora saying that they'd changed the venue. ...What? They've apparently decided to go to the Great Northern in Chatswood, instead. My response was something to the effect of "Then I can't make it after this week." ...I probably wouldn't have gone this week, either, except I was on a DayTripper funded by work. ...And already halfway there.
I got off the bus at Central, and caught a train over to Chatswood. I ask the train people how to get to the hotel. Their response was "But that's halfway to Artarmon!". I shrugged, and they gave me directions to the effect of "Follow the Pacific Highway".
I walked it. In the rain. Muttering about the multiple ways in which I desired their deaths.
I got there, walked all the way around the building only to discover that I would have done better to go through the front door. I told them that I couldn't get there again, and they all seemed surprised at my vehemence. "Why didn't you catch a bus?!?" ...Because I didn't know there was one.
We were firmly ensconced in the smokers' area, so there were smokers to my left and directly in front of me. Making my eyes sting, and my cough trigger badly. Derek had chosen a table directly in front of the host, and proceeded to heckle him throughout the evening. The host annoyed me, but that may just have been that I was already in a bad mood.
There were, I admit, a few moments of amusement... But I simply can't get to Chatswood on a Tuesday evening on a regular basis.
At the end of the evening, Derek and Hagan were telling each other how much they liked the venue - possibly mostly because it was close to where they lived. I continued muttering. Hagan offered to give me a lift to a bus stop which he, probably quite rightfully, claimed would get me home faster. He said that it went to the QVB, but I caught the bus having no particularly clear idea of where it was going.
When the driver stopped the bus with a note of finality, I made my way to the front and had this conversation:
Mm: Can you tell me where I am?
Driver: *unintelligible mumble*
Mm: ...Please?
Driver: City! QVB!
Mm: Can you point me in the direction of the QVB, then?
*Driver points dead ahead
Mm: Thank you...
I walked over to George Street, and checked the timetable. When I discovered that the bus wasn't due for twenty minutes, I'd had enough. I'd been crying to the point of hysteria since I was dropped off next to a bus stop that I had no knowledge of (I kept having the Simpsons quote running through my head: "I'm in this place where I don't know where I am!"), and that was the last straw.
I called Mum, and asked her to come and pick me up. She sent my father, in pajamas and sandals, to do so. While I waited, an ambulance came screeching to a halt in front of the Hilton. Several relevant people hopped out, assembled the bed, and wheeled it into the building - despite the lights and siren, they didn't seem in any great hurry, though.
Dad took pity on me and offered to give me a lift to Gordon this morning, allowing me to get an extra half hour's sleep. I still woke up with the major desire to go back to bed and call in sick. But I somehow got myself together sufficiently to get up and get going.
We got to Gordon with almost an hour to spare (but, if we had left later, the time would probably not have been comparable, due to traffic). To kill some time, we got take away coffee (him) and hot chocolate (me) and drank it while we waited. I could feel my mood improving as I sipped - though at the end of the drink (I was still finishing it as I walked into the office), I still had the desire to fall asleep on the table.
I got my marching orders, and then waited till Richard and Matt did the same - we left together. Walked over to the station, caught the train to Central.
While I was waiting for a train to Ashfield, I called up Dad and asked him to pick up the scooter - I've been using it, but it's been raining overnight and I didn't want the gears being jammed. I caught the train, and met Dad. He asked me if I really wanted to give it to him - the rain had mostly stopped; but I gave it to him anyway, on grounds that I don't think my ankles could have stood for another day at the strange angles riding the scooter entails. I'll see how they feel tomorrow morning, and decide whether to take it then.
Cue spending the rest of the day traipsing over Ashfield. ...Yay...
My tomorrow will be interesting (Actual results may vary):
* Wake up at Gods only know what time
* Bus in to the city
* Drop Tristian, and a change of clothes, in the ProgSoc room
* Bus to Central
* Train to North Sydney
* Test North Sydney
* Call boss
* Test North Sydney
* Train to Gordon
* Drop off results
* Delight in freedom
* Train to Central
* Bus to Building 10
* Get changed
* ProgSoc
* Collapse
...Yay! *Slashdies*
-Mmaster |
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