A mix of social obligations on the horizon. Dinner in town with a mixed group of old school buddies tonight, the 21st birthday DW's friend tomorrow night, and a housewarming party on Sunday for some uni girls who have just moved down to the 'big smoke' from the country. In the still-further future there is a night of house-sitting which DW has gone so far as to roster off work, heh. And plenty of relatives' birthdays. Does town feature into any of my social plans? Perhaps not, although I am half-inclined to convince DW to come to see a magician/mentalist show with me while the Fringe is on, a guy who apparently stayed at the hostel before I worked there and was quite... awe-inspiring. DW is not normally my choice of companion for those sorts of outings (rather, by his own choice he's a closer-to-home type) but... who else will get geeked out with me over a magician? Anyway, yeah, I feel kind of over the whole drinky drinky town scene at the moment, but isn't it lucky that at present there are many things to do in Adelaide city apart from that. Mad March!
Recent realisations:
I eat meat almost every day. I don't really *need* to eat that much meat. I have no desire to be vegetarian, exactly, but from an environmental/economic standpoint I don't really feel like I should chow down on the animal flesh as much as I do. Plus, I just grossed myself out typing that last sentence. Maybe it'll be the vegie platter for me tonight.
When my car has a funny smell, I should alert the authorities (by which I mean: my dad) ASAP because it means that water is leaking from something and is a precursor to an overheated car and a wet carpet and a new radiator and a bill.
I have almost the least amount of responsibility and authority at work, which actually suits me fine. There is this new kinda chain of authority where people who are in other senses 'equal' now have to sign off each other's books and all that jazz, and I am basically out of it because I don't do anything extra apart from run reception. On one hand, there's my boss saying to me that he would have loved me to be the one to start organising procedure manuals and stuff, but that he knows with uni and whatever I'm too busy to commit myself to that. Which is true. However, I seem to be screwing up a lot lately anyway with basic things like guest's money and forgetting to extend them on the computer, so on the other hand I'm thinking that it may be for the best anyway. Speaking of work, I stayed over on Thursday when I worked a back-to-back night and morning shift, and wasn't that a laugh and a half. I was giddy and happy drinking a cruiser with some friends on the balcony after I finished, then subjected myself to the cold shower of the northern toilet block, then... then when sleeping time began, there was massive noise from the TV, despite my room being upstairs, and city traffic and germans arguing in the next room and somebody rhythmically pounding on the door to their room when they forgot their key in the middle of the night (I let him in with my magical key). So, it wasn't the most restful night. I'm yet to decide whether or not its preferable to catching a bus home and getting up half an hour earlier.
Tata for now.
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