Such is life... when u pick a day to behave outside of routine that u get screwed up.
i woke up with a voice persuading me to take a train into the city instead of driving. it'd save me 'time' n worrying about car park. i drove to the train station and caught a bus because Hurtsbridge line trains were not running. oh what luck. caught a bus to Richmond (that's where the bus terminates) and caught a train to Flinders St to meet the LG gang, half an hour late. didn't help that i was craving for my 'morning' coffee. I planned my journey so that i had ample time to get one when i got to the city. ah... such is life.
Had a wonderful lunch, thanks to Stephen! totally enjoyed my outing with the gang, eating and adjourning to Kbox to go a little crazy. i have to say it was a lil crazy cause i chipped my front tooth. HOW? u don't want to know. just know that my tooth is incredibly sensitive at the moment. can't wait for Monday to call the dentist. to upset myself a lil more, let's remind myself that i have a lunch date tmrw with my girlfriends at a Thai place LG chef recommended, it's suppose to be REALLY GOOD. :( ... such is life.
tonight, LG was packed to the brim (to the door i should say). it was incredibly busy and perhaps a lil short of staff and didn't help that Michael cut someone's shift cause of his childishness. was i irritated at work? no not really. at times yes, kinda lightly scolded a couple of staff but no big deal. i reckon everyone handled their tables pretty well (except one) and Michael controlled his temper (except that one table). anyway, nowadays i am beginning to enjoy LG more and more. it's strange. i don't know how to describe this feeling. i seem to be rather 'addicted' to that place. it brings me joy... in a weird way. it lightens my mind (not my body but the mind is a lot stronger). i do my job but when allowed, i turn into a kid that plays, make faces and have fun. i have no fear basically. not because i don't care about the job, but the people are such that they allow me to behave as such. =)
anyway, we signed off at 12:30am tonight (of all nights, when i don't have my car) but we left smiling. got to the train station and realised Hurstbridge still didn't have trains. My next bus was at 1:20am. i had so much time. i sat down and looked about at people around. of course, there were the rowdy ones, drunk ones, homeless ones etc but what i paid attention to was a couple. the girl standing on the edge of the train door, the guy on the other side, both holding hands and not wanting to let go. the last train was 1:10am, clock was ticking 1:08am. the look of longing, to be in his arms a little longer, to spend that one more minute with him. i smiled and thought must be a new couple. sweet but how long will this last? there was another incident tonight, a loving girlfriend hung around the city to wait for her boyfriend to finish work. it may seem like such a small thing. but imagine just walking around the city with nothing you really want to do, just waiting for time to pass. to some, it's known as 'waste of time' but to that particular person, it's waiting to see the person she loves. one would think if you bothered to wait so long, there must be a supper or a long drive to spend together afterwards. truth is, he drove her to the train station, parked the car, walked wrapping hands around each other, sent her off at at the right platform and went home, both smiling. ah the good times... 'i'd drive a million miles just to see you for 5 mins'.....
on a totally opposite note:
often you'll find travelling on public transport, a couple dressed in baggy clothes, man with tattoo, long hair thinking he is all that; girl looking frail and pale following behind. it is so obvious the man isn't kind. there was an incident where one such couple got on a tram, the man started yelling obscenities at the woman in front of all other passengers. all because she moved away from a seat (cause it stank), the man got upset and started yelling "why must you always go against me? why can't you just sit here? *obscene obscene* ... it started to pour. first thought on everyone's mind "why does she stay with him?". now, why? what we saw in that incident was him going 'crazy' and treating her bad. maybe there is a softer side to him at home, when he is in a 'good' mood that he showers her with plenty of love and smiles. he may be one that acts on emotions. when he fires up, he needs to do what he needs to do and she should very well understand (does he give what he expects?). perhaps, she does. she may feel bad because it was in public but she's probably used to it by now. i wonder if this is how it all starts, u get frightened, u shrink into a shell and in ur mind, tell urself 'it'll blow over, i'm not really here' and it'll be ok. it's only words. we've seen so many ads on TV, "i thought it was my fault" "he said i made him do it" "i made him angry" etc etc... u live in denial and convince urself it's no big deal. it happens once in long time and u r too ashamed to tell anyone about it. but i guess we are programmed to love ourselves, we will know when enough is enough and walk away. i sympathise with these women. i'm not sure how i'd react if i were one of them.
funny how that one hour ride from the city back home got my mind thinking about such things. maybe this is what books are meant to do. right now, i have to admit i am both physically and mentally exhausted...