Home!

Swear to god, Friday was the most stressful day thus far in this job. I got a file in my week, and when Ben saw it he said he would do it if I gave him one day's notice. So on Thursday around midday I reminded him, and then he said he was too busy and asked me to ask Claire about it because it was her matter. So I went to ask her and I played the polite "look, I can do it, but..." card, but as soon as I said "I can do it" she cut me off and said "good". Early sign of what she is like indeed.

It wasn't actually hard to understand the file, but what was hard was knowing what had happened before it and what it was listed for. The other lawyer didn't know because he had just come into it. I had to conference a LA lawyer who didn't want to be a witness, because it effectively meant she did't do her job properly, and it was just all a mess!! Urgh!

I only started in the afternoon in court because there was a trial on. I got up on one sev appeal, but don't think it had anything to do with what I said. And then the messy matter was up, and the judge basically said we all didn't know what was going on so it was best to get the transcripts.

Having to type up all the file notes for the matters that day meant I had to leave just after 5pm, when I had planned to leave at 4:30pm because I was leaving for Sydney.

I rushed home in the heat, saw Pandy who was cleaning up outside, hurriedly got changed, and walked to the train station with about half an hour to spare. I could not have afforded to miss this bus.

When the bus came, the ride was about 30 minutes to the next train station. At first I felt a bit, just a bit, sad that I was leaving "home". I don't know why. I swear the country is such a beautiful view. I saw all the houses on farms and thought it was peaceful, and wondered what it would be like to live there. I probably wouldn't be used to it, being a city boy and all.

On the train I ended up sitting next to an Asian dude, whose wife and daughter were sitting across the aisle. I wondered whether it was pure coincidence that they placed me with an Asian group.

Almost immediately after I got onto the train, everyone lined up to get dinner and so did I. I got some chick peas and curry with rice. I knew it'd be shitty food, but it actually was alright given the current situation. I felt like a homeless man grateful for anything.

I put my music on and tried to sleep early on, which I did, but then woke up around midnight and fell in and out of sleep for the next five hours or so. Sleeping in an upright position is not the most comfortable thing to do.

There was a backpacker chick in front of me who I thought looked kinda hot, but she was a bit strange I thought. She seemed to look at people in a strange way, like she had never seen a human being before.

Initially I was mentally accusing the Asian dude for being selfish for taking the aisle seat so he could get in and out whenever he wanted to, but then I realised he probably just wanted to be as close to his family as possible, and also, I got the window seat which I started to enjoy when sunrise came.

I would sometimes look at him off the reflection and wonder if my life would end up like his. Balding, wearing glasses, with no fashion whatsoever. But more importantly, the only conversation he seemed to have with his wife was "pass me the fork" or "save this serviette". Do all marriages end up like that? How does a couple go from giggling and all chatty to such non-communicative standards like that?

Towards the end of the ride I had really had enough because my back was hurting. Although it was kinda fun, I don't think I'd wanna do it again. Or maybe I should go into the luxury class next time.

I was soooo happy to see familiar places again. I felt like spreading my arms out and running around the city, lol. I caught the bus home and called out to my cats, who popped their heads out the window. I was glad they still remembered me.

The first thing I noticed when I walked inside was how messy and filled with junk it was. Hmmm. I think this place needs a clean up. I bummed around a bit before going out for breakfast at the Wick. Bumped into my mom, I didn't really feel like eating because it was so hot but ended up getting a fruit salad. As I was sitting in the shopping centre eating my fruit salad, I was proud that I had lasted three weeks and that I had gotten through yesterday, and also my first week of court duty. Not only that, but I had just, just come back from such a long way.

After that I went to get a hair cut, seeing that I don't think I've seen any barbers in Lismore. I'm sure there are, I just haven't found any yet.

After that I caught the bus home, and as I walked from the bus stop, I saw this girl and thought "this girl reminds me of WYC". She was wearing big sunglasses so I couldn't see her eyes. She seemed to smile at me, and when we got a bit closer her lips moved again. After I walked past her, just before I turned the corner, I turned around to look at her again. She was waiting at the lights and had turned around to look at me.

Was it WYC?

Brings back such old memories. Way back, at the end of high school, if I had liked her instead of Gene, things may have been different today. I don't know why I liked Gene. I guess because she was so friendly I thought she liked me. I thought WYC was the more attractive one, but I wasn't smart enough to detect any signs from her. But in hindsight, I think she may have been more interested in me than Gene.

Oh well, close the book, or travel back in time?