Lunch with Rom Rom and Twish

Yesterday morning I went to Bondi to print out some stuff for work, but then the files turned out to be corrupt, so I decided to go home and have breakfast and then do it later.

After breakfast I bummed around the house a bit, then went to the internet cafe in the city where I printed the stuff out. As I was there, V gave me a call. As always, he was complaining about how much he disliked his job. I didn't get the feeling that he was trying to see if I knew of any jobs, but it sounded more like he wanted to talk to someone about leave the legal industry altogether.

We had quite a long chat - so long that I managed to pack my stuff up and walk up to another shopping centre where I sat down to talk. He told me Yoj was considering leaving because she wasn't making enough money for herself. It's funny how on the outside, library guy and Fam make their firm to be all so happy and going well, but behind the scenes you have Yoj wanting to leave, and when I bumped into Lai at the jails the other day he told me he was working for free.

V also told me a rumour that John may have gotten fired from his old place, instead of him leaving like he says. Really don't know what's up with John, he's so secretive.

I went home after that and basically spent the rest of the day backing up work stuff on my laptop and some important things on my computer like basketball videos and photos.

This morning I caught the train to work. When I walked down the stairs to the platform, I saw what I thought was a fairly attractive girl looking up at the monitor. I stood close by for a few moments and then walked to the other side of her. I noticed that she reacted as soon as I started moving. The theory and logic of my ego told me that she had obviously noticed me and kept me in her sight, aka interest.

We got on the same train. She got on first and sat down near the doors while I went to the upper carriage. As I sat down, she came up and sat two seats in front of me.

Ka-ching.

Her occasional turn told my ego that she was trying to see me via her peripheral vision.

A few stops later, some dude got on, and as he sat down at the seat across the aisle from her, he looked at her and checked her out. She would sometimes look over at his side, and this he would notice. In fact, he would look over at her as well, and try to meet her eyes when she looked over. He even tried to smile once, but she didn't react.

He even caught me watching, and I thought it was amusing, combined with a slight feeling of competition. I wondered whether she was actually interested in him, as she kept looking over his way. My ego told me she wasn't because he looked like a dickhead and was obviously up himself, but objectively speaking, if a girl kept looking over at me I'd think the same thing.

I suppose I got my answer when she got up and went down to the doors at the upcoming stop, which was also my stop. The guy also got up and followed her. Moments later I went as well and ended up with a pretty good view as I stood waiting on the stairs. He kept looking at her but she just looked straight ahead. When the train stopped and the doors opened, she didn't get off but he kept turning around to try to make eye contact. She never did.

I must give kudos to that guy for having the guts to try to smile at her, but at the same time, I think he came off waaaay too desperate. I mean, turning your head all the way to her side that many times? And then following her down the stairs? And then continuously looking over at her even when she was obviously just staring ahead, and then even still trying as he was getting off the train? Come on, keep your pride dude.

I got into the office at just before 8:30 and DC was already there. I spent the rest of the morning before court preparing the 18 folders. DC annoyed me again when he asked me to do something while I was doing all this. I mean, like, can you not see that I'm busy? And that what I'm doing is URGENT??

I was very focused today as I was very wary of any errors that may occur.

At lunch time, even though I brought my own lunch, I went to lunch with Rom Rom and Twish. It was Twish's suggestion, which made me think that maybe she isn't interested in me. Good. We had an alright time, but I swear I said the stupidest thing. We were talking about how Twish knows a friend who knows one of the jurors, and then she wondered aloud whether the juror had figured out which one of us was his friend's friend. I asked how old Twish's friend was and when she said they were the same age, I said that it wouldn't be too hard to figure out (since all the other women are a lot older). Immediately I knew that what I said could have been construed as meaning that Rom Rom was old. I kept my mouth shut as Twish started saying how she didn't exactly dress like a youngster. I wondered whether that was her way of easing the situation.

After lunch, there was indeed an error found by one of the sols from the other side. We had to withdraw the transcript and skip that call. God it was so embarassing.

After work I went to Medicare to claim back some of the costs for my consultation with the knee doctor. I'd never done it before so wasn't really sure how it worked, but all I did was show them the invoice and my card and they gave me some money back, lol. Too easy.

I then went up to the food court where I did some work on my laptop, and then caught the train home. On the bus, I read a bit of that ACL surgery pamphlet. I had tried to read that on the train the day I received it, but the diagrams made me cringe too much. Even now it still made me cringe, but I guess I had to read it.

Last night I actually had this thought:

If you think you're going to sprint, jump and do all those fancy moves without a fucking ligament, then you've got another thing coming.

So true. I can see myself chasing down a fast break and then all of a sudden my knee gives way and I fall like a bullet has just hit my leg. At this stage I think surgery is a must if I want to play bball again.

I went home, then went out to the shopping centre near me to print something out, and then I went to the gym. I did weights and stuff and then went to the bikes room for a 30 minute ride. I was all alone in there, listening to my music. Looking around the room, it felt like I was amongst rows and rows of terminators all lined up and ready for action.

This is the part of me that no one sees. That I never get credit for. How many guys do I know that would work this hard in prehab?

One more interesting thing today - received an email from Ele at lunchtime inviting me out to dinner this Friday.

Do u want to join us for dinner ard 6:30, at a Japanese restaurant near central station?

Linda, colin and me, u r welcome to join ~!!!!! Everyone was asking where did u go, hvt seen u for ages ~~~~ ages ~~~~

J is everything all right ???

1. Who the fuck is Colin??

2. Wonder what exactly was said about me. Presumably this was at Bob's house warming. I mean, to ask me whether everything is alright implies that the discussion was about something going wrong with me.

Then she sent me a SMS at around 3pm saying this was her new number (she had done a group email before declaring her new number and asking for us to send her our numbers but I never replied) and asking me to check my email.

At first, and keeping in mind that part of Seinfeld I saw last night, which was something like:

Jerry: I don't know why you're interested in this guy. He's a jerk.
Elaine: Because he doesn't pay any attention to me, and he ignores me.
Jerry: Yeah, so?
Elaine: I respect that.

My initial instinct was to ignore her completely. But then I figured that my beef was with Bob, not her. So I guess I will wait a day or two before emailing a decline back.