Mini-team dinner
Hiya.
On Friday morning I called up the medical centre near work, turns out you didn't need an appointment or anything. So my plan was just to rock up after work, since we only had a half day anyway.
Court was pretty normal. There was a bit more talk from my client and DC about how one of the jurors keeps eyeing the cute para. DC and I both agreed that although he was eyeing her, she wasn't reciprocating in the slightest. My client reckons otherwise. DC said he mentioned it to her once, and she said she knows, lol. That made me think - does she think/know that I'm eyeing her? And if so, is what she doing considered reciprocating?
Sometimes from her seat she'll look up in my direction, sometimes I'll look first, sometimes I'll look back. Sometimes it's just her work friends sitting behhind me (yes, at other times when she has looked I have made sure there was no one behind me). And sometimes, when I walk towards my client, she will always, I repeat ALWAYS, look at up me as I walk towards the dock. Sometimes I look back, sometimes I don't. I'm beginning to think that maybe I'm playing the Mr Darcy card here, which will really only set me up to fail because I, and any other man, cannot live up to the imaginations of women.
During a break, I joked to DC about one of the police witnesses, about how he had left a bank job to join the police force, only to find himself sitting in front of a computer for 18 months watching videos most of which he couldn't understand, lol. Later the same witness corrected GS on a simple calculation in evidence, and I whispered to DC "yeah he used to work at a bank" and DC wrote a note saying something like "you're quite funny aren't you". Don't know what he meant by that, or the tone rather.
So anyway, we finished at about 12:30, and at about 1pm I left to go to the medical centre. I've never been to a medical centre before, but when I went in I gathered it was just like a one stop shop for all types of medical needs, whether it be for GP, dental, pathology or x-rays. I registered myself and then took a seat. There weren't many people there, maybe two families and two women.
I didn't have to wait long before I got called. It was a doctor of Indian appearance who saw me, he asked me what I was after and I said a blood test. He asked me what I was looking for, and I said STDs. I was expecting the questions to stop at this point, but he asked why, and I just said because I had met a girl, and he asked who she was (???).
Anyway, he said I needed to provide a urine sample as well, but it needed to be a first-thing-in-the-morning thing so I gotta do it on Monday morning and take it back. I was sent to the pathology area for the blood test. It was another waiting room with a family and a lady waiting. There was someone in the blood testing room, and the door was opened.
Damn, do they do this with the door open?
Then I saw a staff member just walk in and take something.
Dayum, so people can just walk in and out like that while they taking your blood??
The lady was next, and then the family left, and then it was me. This Caucasian lady took over from the Asian lady. I was hoping I'd get the Asian lady because this Caucasian lady looked a bit rough. Surprisingly the needle didn't hurt as much as I first thought, it was just like a sharp pinch. I, however, could not stand watching the blood fill the syringe, so I just looked away. When she had finished I saw she had two tubes full, and I didn't even know she had switched tubes or taken so much!
I walked out of the medical centre holding one of those urine sample bottles in a transparent plastic bag.
Hmmm...this ain't a very good look to be walking around with.
I went to Macca's to get some lunch, and then shoved the urine sample thing into the takeaway bag so no one could see it. I went back to the office and ate my lunch. I did some more work and then left at about 3:30pm to go home.
I drove my mom to do some grocery shopping, and then dropped her back home, and because I was short on time, I had to go straight away to meet up with Dunnycan, Mike, Fat Pat and his girlfriend for dinner.
I was sooo late because of the traffic, so when I got there they were all seated in the restaurant, although Dunnycan had been standing outside looking for me. Initially I felt a bit awkward that Janet was about, but then I forgot how sociable she was and later felt at ease. But not completely at ease, because I recall at one stage when I was talking, she was looking at me and leaned into Fat Pat to whisper something, as if she was saying something about me. Hmmm.
The dinner was good, Dunnycan told us some of his usual ghost stories, and Mike was his usual dumb self. Fat Pat was his quiet self. But I suppose the surprise of the night was when I found out Fat Pat wasn't going to play tomorrow.
Me: Hey Kim called me today, she asked if we wanted to play at 10.
Dunnycan: Huh? Fat Pat is playing with me tomorrow.
???
Then they told me that Fat Pat wasn't playing tomorrow, and instead, opting to play with Dunnycan and his friends in social basketball.
SOCIAL BASKETBALL.
I felt really humiliated at that point, and I dropped my head down under the facade that I was eating food. I also felt...I don't know.
Fat Pat said it was because we weren't going to make the playoffs anyway.
Sure, we're 2-4 and coming 8th out of 11 teams with 4 more games to go, but to give up now? To give up at all???
I was really disappointed that he was acting this way. With the Thursday comp, sure I didn't mind it too much, because we were never supposed to take it too seriously anyway. But our Sunday team, this was supposed to be for him. I mean, here I am, with a twisted ankle, and playing with a sore right hand the whole season trying to contribute as much as I can, and he decides to just give up in the middle of the season.
Far out. That hurts.
I wasn't expecting to do anything after dinner, but as we stood outside the restaurant waiting for Mike to get takeaway for his mom, Janet said she felt like ice cream. I said we could go for ice cream and then she kinda changed her mind. Then later Dunnycan was pondering what to do and she said he could go over to their house to watch some old movies. I don't know, I just get the feeling that I get distinguished from Dunnycan because I don't have a girlfriend.
Anyway, so we all split after that. Because it was a suburb I had never been to before, I had to follow the directions of my GPS which led me through some isolated, twisting and scenic roads. I enjoyed it in a strange way as it just made me feel more isolated and depressed. More...nomadic.
I decided to walk to the gym today. When I was close, I checked my phone which I had in my bag, and saw a message from Michelle. It was something like "I can see you :)" sent about 10 minutes ago. I was a little bit surprised in a happy way and figured she must've just been on a bus passing by.
When I got to the gym, just after I passed the entry gates, I heard a female voice rushing up towards me, "there you are! What are you doing here?". It was Michelle.
What am I doing here? What does it look like??
I was actually pretty happy to see her, until she told me that she was waiting for Bobs, at which time I just said I was going to go change and I'd see her back out here. After I changed, just as I was walking out of the change room I saw Bob.
Me: Hey man.
Bob: Yo.
I walked past Michelle and headed upstairs. I spent nearly my whole time in the weights area and didn't see them for a long time until Michelle started doing something close to the weights area.
Part of me felt it was awkward, but another part of me was saying "you do your thing and they do theirs, simple".
I was pretty sure that this occasion would be the one to reveal to Michelle, and subsequently everyone else, that Bob and I did not get along. But then I figured that Michelle was too self-absorbed to notice anything external to her, and would postulate that my behaviour was somehow directed at her.
When I had finished, I went to say goodbye to Michelle who was on the treadmill, and I saw Bob was on another treadmill two rows back. I've always wondered about the irony of people who drive to the gym just to use the treadmill...
After that I went looking for a fruit salad. The normal place was closed, so I tried the fruit market. I didn't find what I was looking for, but I did find that they sold Dr Pepper and 7 Up Cherry flavour!! Lol, how unique.
I bought a 7 Up Cherry flavour and two boxes of chocolates, and then went to get a haircut. It was the lady and her daughter there, as well as the other female employee. I got my hair cut by the other employee. As I sat there, I would sometimes look at the daughter. I've always thought she was ok looking, but knowing what her mom looks like made me think that she'd look exactly like that when she gets older, which for some unreasonable reason puts me slightly off.
Any hint of a fantasy came to an end when I realised that the guy waiting in line was her boyfriend, or someone very close to becoming her boyfriend. Oh well.
I got some KFC after that to go with my 7 Up, and it was yum, mmm.
And now, here I am at home, about to meet up with Malay for Shuing's birthday dinner.
On Friday morning I called up the medical centre near work, turns out you didn't need an appointment or anything. So my plan was just to rock up after work, since we only had a half day anyway.
Court was pretty normal. There was a bit more talk from my client and DC about how one of the jurors keeps eyeing the cute para. DC and I both agreed that although he was eyeing her, she wasn't reciprocating in the slightest. My client reckons otherwise. DC said he mentioned it to her once, and she said she knows, lol. That made me think - does she think/know that I'm eyeing her? And if so, is what she doing considered reciprocating?
Sometimes from her seat she'll look up in my direction, sometimes I'll look first, sometimes I'll look back. Sometimes it's just her work friends sitting behhind me (yes, at other times when she has looked I have made sure there was no one behind me). And sometimes, when I walk towards my client, she will always, I repeat ALWAYS, look at up me as I walk towards the dock. Sometimes I look back, sometimes I don't. I'm beginning to think that maybe I'm playing the Mr Darcy card here, which will really only set me up to fail because I, and any other man, cannot live up to the imaginations of women.
During a break, I joked to DC about one of the police witnesses, about how he had left a bank job to join the police force, only to find himself sitting in front of a computer for 18 months watching videos most of which he couldn't understand, lol. Later the same witness corrected GS on a simple calculation in evidence, and I whispered to DC "yeah he used to work at a bank" and DC wrote a note saying something like "you're quite funny aren't you". Don't know what he meant by that, or the tone rather.
So anyway, we finished at about 12:30, and at about 1pm I left to go to the medical centre. I've never been to a medical centre before, but when I went in I gathered it was just like a one stop shop for all types of medical needs, whether it be for GP, dental, pathology or x-rays. I registered myself and then took a seat. There weren't many people there, maybe two families and two women.
I didn't have to wait long before I got called. It was a doctor of Indian appearance who saw me, he asked me what I was after and I said a blood test. He asked me what I was looking for, and I said STDs. I was expecting the questions to stop at this point, but he asked why, and I just said because I had met a girl, and he asked who she was (???).
Anyway, he said I needed to provide a urine sample as well, but it needed to be a first-thing-in-the-morning thing so I gotta do it on Monday morning and take it back. I was sent to the pathology area for the blood test. It was another waiting room with a family and a lady waiting. There was someone in the blood testing room, and the door was opened.
Damn, do they do this with the door open?
Then I saw a staff member just walk in and take something.
Dayum, so people can just walk in and out like that while they taking your blood??
The lady was next, and then the family left, and then it was me. This Caucasian lady took over from the Asian lady. I was hoping I'd get the Asian lady because this Caucasian lady looked a bit rough. Surprisingly the needle didn't hurt as much as I first thought, it was just like a sharp pinch. I, however, could not stand watching the blood fill the syringe, so I just looked away. When she had finished I saw she had two tubes full, and I didn't even know she had switched tubes or taken so much!
I walked out of the medical centre holding one of those urine sample bottles in a transparent plastic bag.
Hmmm...this ain't a very good look to be walking around with.
I went to Macca's to get some lunch, and then shoved the urine sample thing into the takeaway bag so no one could see it. I went back to the office and ate my lunch. I did some more work and then left at about 3:30pm to go home.
I drove my mom to do some grocery shopping, and then dropped her back home, and because I was short on time, I had to go straight away to meet up with Dunnycan, Mike, Fat Pat and his girlfriend for dinner.
I was sooo late because of the traffic, so when I got there they were all seated in the restaurant, although Dunnycan had been standing outside looking for me. Initially I felt a bit awkward that Janet was about, but then I forgot how sociable she was and later felt at ease. But not completely at ease, because I recall at one stage when I was talking, she was looking at me and leaned into Fat Pat to whisper something, as if she was saying something about me. Hmmm.
The dinner was good, Dunnycan told us some of his usual ghost stories, and Mike was his usual dumb self. Fat Pat was his quiet self. But I suppose the surprise of the night was when I found out Fat Pat wasn't going to play tomorrow.
Me: Hey Kim called me today, she asked if we wanted to play at 10.
Dunnycan: Huh? Fat Pat is playing with me tomorrow.
???
Then they told me that Fat Pat wasn't playing tomorrow, and instead, opting to play with Dunnycan and his friends in social basketball.
SOCIAL BASKETBALL.
I felt really humiliated at that point, and I dropped my head down under the facade that I was eating food. I also felt...I don't know.
Fat Pat said it was because we weren't going to make the playoffs anyway.
Sure, we're 2-4 and coming 8th out of 11 teams with 4 more games to go, but to give up now? To give up at all???
I was really disappointed that he was acting this way. With the Thursday comp, sure I didn't mind it too much, because we were never supposed to take it too seriously anyway. But our Sunday team, this was supposed to be for him. I mean, here I am, with a twisted ankle, and playing with a sore right hand the whole season trying to contribute as much as I can, and he decides to just give up in the middle of the season.
Far out. That hurts.
I wasn't expecting to do anything after dinner, but as we stood outside the restaurant waiting for Mike to get takeaway for his mom, Janet said she felt like ice cream. I said we could go for ice cream and then she kinda changed her mind. Then later Dunnycan was pondering what to do and she said he could go over to their house to watch some old movies. I don't know, I just get the feeling that I get distinguished from Dunnycan because I don't have a girlfriend.
Anyway, so we all split after that. Because it was a suburb I had never been to before, I had to follow the directions of my GPS which led me through some isolated, twisting and scenic roads. I enjoyed it in a strange way as it just made me feel more isolated and depressed. More...nomadic.
I decided to walk to the gym today. When I was close, I checked my phone which I had in my bag, and saw a message from Michelle. It was something like "I can see you :)" sent about 10 minutes ago. I was a little bit surprised in a happy way and figured she must've just been on a bus passing by.
When I got to the gym, just after I passed the entry gates, I heard a female voice rushing up towards me, "there you are! What are you doing here?". It was Michelle.
What am I doing here? What does it look like??
I was actually pretty happy to see her, until she told me that she was waiting for Bobs, at which time I just said I was going to go change and I'd see her back out here. After I changed, just as I was walking out of the change room I saw Bob.
Me: Hey man.
Bob: Yo.
I walked past Michelle and headed upstairs. I spent nearly my whole time in the weights area and didn't see them for a long time until Michelle started doing something close to the weights area.
Part of me felt it was awkward, but another part of me was saying "you do your thing and they do theirs, simple".
I was pretty sure that this occasion would be the one to reveal to Michelle, and subsequently everyone else, that Bob and I did not get along. But then I figured that Michelle was too self-absorbed to notice anything external to her, and would postulate that my behaviour was somehow directed at her.
When I had finished, I went to say goodbye to Michelle who was on the treadmill, and I saw Bob was on another treadmill two rows back. I've always wondered about the irony of people who drive to the gym just to use the treadmill...
After that I went looking for a fruit salad. The normal place was closed, so I tried the fruit market. I didn't find what I was looking for, but I did find that they sold Dr Pepper and 7 Up Cherry flavour!! Lol, how unique.
I bought a 7 Up Cherry flavour and two boxes of chocolates, and then went to get a haircut. It was the lady and her daughter there, as well as the other female employee. I got my hair cut by the other employee. As I sat there, I would sometimes look at the daughter. I've always thought she was ok looking, but knowing what her mom looks like made me think that she'd look exactly like that when she gets older, which for some unreasonable reason puts me slightly off.
Any hint of a fantasy came to an end when I realised that the guy waiting in line was her boyfriend, or someone very close to becoming her boyfriend. Oh well.
I got some KFC after that to go with my 7 Up, and it was yum, mmm.
And now, here I am at home, about to meet up with Malay for Shuing's birthday dinner.
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