The Cheezels, WHERE ARE THE CHEEZELS?
Today I polished another glass, stared out towards the MCG and tried to convince myself that the deep sense of boredom I was feeling really could be parlayed off into a state of zen like stillness and inner tranquility.
No, I thought, as I reached down for another teacup to wipe dry, this isn't tedious. This is truth in its purest form.
Damn I hate temping sometimes.
I had another stab at liking it in the afternoon as I tried to think of another verb for what my feet were doing in the sunshine up Collins St and past Miss Louise (it tickled me to notice that every type of rich woman is catered for in their window display. From aspirational super vamp to sensible stockbroker to trophy wife cliche, each woman will find her shoe in that store. Its like a modern day Cinderella. For rich women) while listening to M. Ward.
I tried again, on the way back, after watching the trapeez set up on Swanston St.
I did enjoy hearing the food and services co-ordinator try to sell a Miss Universe-inspired brand of socialism to the receptionist though. That was definately a highlight.
posted by Kate @ 11:07 PM
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2 Comments:
Herbert,
Please tell me that Miss Universe inspired socialism is a post all of its own, and coming very soon.
Gigglewick,
I cannot give you a full posting but it was still a good moment. It came about while they were playing "if you had one wish, what would you wish for?"
Foodservices was accused of having Miss Universe-pretensions cos she said she'd wish for world peace. The awesomeness kicked in when she outlined that she would obtain this by equalising the world's distribution of wealth so that everyone could be the same and therefore not have anything left to fight over. The receptionist just looked at her and said "well I'd just wish to be the richest person in the world".
Apologies for the delay in reply, I have been fighting with beta. Such a rude one, that beta.
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