Tuesday: Subway Sub In The State Library Sun
The sun comes back to Old Melbourne Town, thank fuck for that.
Even the nights are bearable now (fingers crossed they stay such a way). Last night I had dinner with an old uni friend who know clocks in the 9-5 and at one point he made a comment about the coffee he buys every morning.
He then added the price of this coffee to every morning of the working week.
Then the working week to a calendar year.
He ended on some ridiculous number with too many zeroes to bear any semblance to the price of a latte to go, one sugar.
For some reason such a way of looking at things stuck with me today. It barely broke the skin when i ordered my morning shot of "don't headbutt any customers". It wasn't till now that I've gotten back home that I'm really thinking about it - with notes.
Not 5s, 10s, 20s, 50s etc, but notes about what to download, who to contact, witty messages to pretend come as off the cuff later on. And these are the notes, scrawled on quality thermal receipt roll, which i pulled from pockets from one days work (and if you were wondering, yes one of them did tell me to post on this very thing):
And, this particular job i work four days of the week.
This means, every working week on average, i would collect this much:
A regular year in my role would constitute a 48 week year of work... which looks like this...
...point is tomorrow, I'm buying a notebook.