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God I never want to become one of those TGIF people. I overheard some gaggling women on the bus and just wanted to them all to self combust.  

“Soooooo happy it’s Friday”

“Yeah Friday, I thought it would never come!”

“I can’t wait for the weekend…..I’m going to do nothing at all interesting because I am a boring corporate slave,”

“Yeah that sounds great, I’ll probably just sit around in my unhappy marriage and iron the creases into my slacks!”

Blah blah blah. They were the sort of women that wear jogging shoes with there skirts and swap into 2cm heels at work. They also carry a range of bags, usually some sort of gym bag, but they don’t look like women that would visit the gym. They may also wear scrunchies and have a visible panty line. Someone kill me if I ever turn into these women. I mean it, just take my life.

Recently I ventured onto the accountant/serious money level of our building. There was a boredom vibe that hit me as soon as I walked out of the elevator. I dropped my forms, did my scan for anyone my age, eventual potentials, found no one and ran. I virtually sprinted to the elevator, thankful for my ambitious and not settling for a boring job. I barley made it though; the dreariness smoke monster nearly got me.

Thanks to my trip to the hairdresser I am subtly lighter now. No more deep dark brown. Well at least not for a couple of weeks until I get fed up with the regrowth and colour over it. I am sure if I had a boyfriend he wouldn’t notice the difference.

One of my favourite Conan O’Brien segments ‘Celebrity Survey’ has been posted. It makes me giggle in the workplace.

I spoke to my Dad, told him about winning the comedy heat. He was genuinely stoked, I have a very proud Dad and I am lucky. He is on holidays. I said,“You Dave, why don’t you come and hang with me, buy me some nice dinners, come on, I’m your only child!”

“Yeah I was thinking about doing that but I also think I might walk the Kokoda trail,”

That’s my Dad. ‘Yeah I could come to Sydney, eat at some nice restaurant, but you know I think I’ll go and walk 96km through the jungle and wilderness in Papua New Guinea’.

This is how wikipedia describes the walk

‘Hot, humid days with intensely cold nights, torrential rainfall and the risk of endemic tropical diseases such as malaria make it a challenge to walk. Despite the challenge posed it is a popular hike that takes between five and 12 days (depending on fitness). Locals have been known to hike the route in three days.’

Good one! Sound like a relaxing holiday Dad! But that’s my Dad, doesn’t like to sit around and always enjoys a challenge.

As I child he was always trying to get me to do the things that he did in his youth. Some I took up like skiing, others I did not, like sailing. Nothing against sailing, but as a 16 year old chick, the last thing I wanted to do was get up at 7am on a Sunday morning and get wet in the river Derwent (fucking freezing).

“Aleish how about I will buy you a Sabot and you can sail it every week, it will be great, now that’s living!”

“Dad I’m 16, I love you and I love that you are taking an interest and you want to buy me stuff, but how about a car?….or some new clothes, they will be cheaper than a boat,”

“But you could be a champion! And it’s good for you, you can meet people…”

“Dad I shall reign in other areas and boaty people aren’t my style. They are all rich kids. Worse of all I see in the brochures here, I would have to wear a wet suit….a wet suit Dad implies that I am going to be getting wet. No way Jose.”

I did however take up water polo, which he was happy about and so was I because I could let out all of my teenage angst and hormonal issues in the pool while beating up other chicks and swearing. Fabulous game that. Dad was the classic sideline father, cheering and getting feisty when one of the other girls was attempting to drown me. Nasty pasties those girls.

Did your parents try and push you into sport or after school activities?

I might be going to China in a couple of weeks. ‘Might’ is the word. Work may need someone to pop over there pick some tapes up and come back. Sounds good.

mmmm dumplings.mmmm rip off handbags. mmmm cheap massages. mmm cheap playstation 3. 

Ok trying not to get my hopes up so with that, I am done.