Aaron, if you're out there, I'm sorry mate =D

Hey Aaron, if you're out there, I hope you read my blog, I've sent this to your email too, but yeah. I got the message on the answering machine from the guy you're staying with, but I didn't know your replacement mobile number so that I could tell you what was going on.

For all you out there who are slightly confuzzled, Aaron Sloper, my housemate, is currently down in Melbourne. On the day he left, I came home at about 5pm, and checked the answering machine. There was a message from the guy he was staying with, a guy i think named Ben Gibson. Ben had been waiting for Aaron since 4:00 (Melbourne's 5pm) it was now 4:40 (5:40), there was no sign of Aaron and Ben had to go to work. So he rang our home in the hope that I would be able to contact Aaron, because Aaron hadn't given Ben his replacement mobile number (Aaron's old fone got broke) and Ben couldn't contact him.

Good luck Aaron, have fun in Melbourne :D

-Fin-

Teaching Old Dogs New Tricks

Well well well. For once in my life in Brisbane I haven't been updating this thing every second day. Make that every day. I've started a new job, still at QUT, so I can safely say that I'm becoming institutionalised. It's at the main helpline at QUT, with better pay and lots of hours. The dream job, one might say.

This extra pay comes with extra responsibility - that is, the power to receive calls from the most annoying, silly and petty humans that Brisbane can throw at you. Now let's settle this. People are generally nice. They do some nice things every now and again. One lady in my new workplace (a wonderful little call centre out at QUT Carseldine) brings in cake twice a week, and good cake at that. Her husband is a gourmet cake delivery-person.

However there are some cases of humanity where a person becomes twisted and bitter, waiting for the ideal moment to take its revenge on the world. Such is the case of 72 year old Dorph Morstle. (Names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent) This man has been through about three post graduate courses in as many years, and puts them all onto fee help. He's currently up to $18 000, and we're betting that he takes his debts to the grave. What really sets this guy apart, however, is his manner of dealing with QUT. His constant swearing and general inability to communicate without abusing the listener has resulted in his infamy within our call centre. All calls are to be immediately forwarded onto our supervisor.

Just today, back at my first job at the student computing helpdesk, I was presented with some more randomness... a lady just came up and asked both the librarian on duty and myself to be witnesses to her will. Tis interesting, because one day soon we might be contacted to ask, "Was this lady in her right mind...". I guess every new day is a chance to do something that you've never done before. It's just that some opportunities just jump out and grab you.

-Fin-