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Work, Play
Jan. 10th, 2007 10:34 pm2nd day on the job.
There's not much more to be said about it really... it's a large pre-fab 2 storey warehouse with no air-conditioning, but an unusual air-flow, or lack thereof, which makes the aroma of microwaved pasta & sauce hang in the air like nasty flatulence ~ & smell remarkably similar. The good thing about the lack of air-conditioning is that the slightest physical activity elevates the body temperature beyond the perspiration barrier. So given that these first 2 days have been spent shifting boxes, assembling tables & sweeping floors... the exercise regime would seem to be back on track ~ sore cruciate ligament or not.
And tomorrow I get to rearrange the downstairs warehouse, which used to be the carpark & management would like it to become that again. So would I, for that matter, all the street parking is restricted to 1 hour... albeit seemingly unpoliced... for now. If rearranging, restructuring & reconfigurating the shamble of boxes downstairs gets me off-street parking without risk of a fine, then "Pass me that carton!!" I say.
Meanwhile... all quiet on the Southern Front. Hmm...
No sunset photograph today (boring sky) ~ you'll just have to take my word that it happened. However strange things can happen in the loungeroom if you have enough spare time & guitars...
There's not much more to be said about it really... it's a large pre-fab 2 storey warehouse with no air-conditioning, but an unusual air-flow, or lack thereof, which makes the aroma of microwaved pasta & sauce hang in the air like nasty flatulence ~ & smell remarkably similar. The good thing about the lack of air-conditioning is that the slightest physical activity elevates the body temperature beyond the perspiration barrier. So given that these first 2 days have been spent shifting boxes, assembling tables & sweeping floors... the exercise regime would seem to be back on track ~ sore cruciate ligament or not.
And tomorrow I get to rearrange the downstairs warehouse, which used to be the carpark & management would like it to become that again. So would I, for that matter, all the street parking is restricted to 1 hour... albeit seemingly unpoliced... for now. If rearranging, restructuring & reconfigurating the shamble of boxes downstairs gets me off-street parking without risk of a fine, then "Pass me that carton!!" I say.
Meanwhile... all quiet on the Southern Front. Hmm...
No sunset photograph today (boring sky) ~ you'll just have to take my word that it happened. However strange things can happen in the loungeroom if you have enough spare time & guitars...
