Training Days
Typing this up at work because I’m so bored.
On Monday morning I went for a one mile jog. Other than stopping at a traffic light and to tie my shoelace, I did it pretty convincingly without stopping.
Even though I had a lot of time because the sessions started at 10am, I had to rush a bit because I realised I didn’t have any gel at home. So I had to go out to the chemist to get some gel, lip balm and tablets for my runny nose (which seemed to start just after I arrived back in Sydney).
After returning home, I caught the bus to the city, and I must admit, it felt a little odd to be in the city again. I tried to go to the bank first but it wasn’t open yet, so went into Court to try to get some documents for my CDDP job application witnessed. The volunteers weren’t there, so my next idea was to go upstairs to hopefully see a lawyer I knew, but I couldn’t find any. I saw one guy who I recognised, and I’m sure he recognised me, probably thought it was odd that I was dressed so casually (shirt and jeans, with backpack).
I then remembered that the people at the registry could do it, so I got a ticket and lined up. After getting the two documents witnessed, I bumped into Maria at the lifts. I realised for the first time the amount of make up she had on.
I returned to the bank which was open by now, and was glad they had the coin counting machine. But some father and son kept getting their coins stuck so I just went to deposit my notes and cheque. I then went across the road to meet Kylie and Shadi at the internet café. They were with two females from their office.
We all walked up to the main city office together, and on the way I managed to drop off into the mail my form for a replacement testamur. I was a bit worried that you needed photo ID to get into the building, because my office doesn’t seem to have it, but luckily you just had to sign in.
We were escorted as a group with others from level 15 to level 19, where two adjoining rooms had been organised for two different sessions. We walked into the left one and sat somewhere in the middle. I could recognise a few people I had previously gone up against, like the lady who was there when I did my first D court sentence.
Shortly after the session started, I noticed a very attractive girl sitting near the front. She was absolutely stunning. Her long auburn hair tied in a simple ponytail, big eyes sparkling and well defined cheekbones gave her a natural beauty look. But not only was she attractive, she looked somewhat familiar. Then it struck me. She was from the Parra office, and I had seen her around the courts back when I was in the trial. But I recall her having lighter hair, maybe blonde.
I couldn’t help but glance and watch her from time to time. At one stage she looked around the room and our eyes met. But during the break, I noticed she had an engagement ring on. Oh well, I should’ve known, it seems like all the good ones are taken, which left me wondering who (if anyone) I’d end up with in the future, but that’s another story for another post.
I thought about whispering to Shady, who was to the left of me, about how attractive that girl was, but luckily I didn’t because I think their group dislikes her. In a bitchy tone, Kylie was talking to Bush (later) about how that girl sat next to the manager at the Christmas party, insinuating she liked to kiss ass to get ahead, and how she was a bimbo.
Lunch was served outside the rooms, where I grabbed a couple of sandwiches and then headed out to the CDDP to drop off the documents and also to the bank to deposit my coins.
I returned to the afternoon session by myself, because Bush, Kylie and Shady hadn’t signed up for it. I felt like I was in the first semester of uni, where I was the only one who didn’t know anyone and so sat by myself at the front. The talk was good, but I couldn’t wait to get out to catch up with the others. As I walked out, Graham, one of two who interviewed me for this job, winked at me and said my name and hello.
Oh my god, he remembers my name! Now it’s going to be that much more painful to resign.
I met Kylie and Shady in the park across the road, they were just sitting on the grass talking. Kylie started talking about how her job was coming to an end in February and how she had applied for the one advertising in Dubbo. She said she was only willing to go out there for a year, and then she ‘had’ to return to Sydney. I thought that was a bit demanding for someone who was going to be out of a job soon.
We met up with Bush nearby, who had been shopping with her co-worker. After some discussion about where to eat, I suggested a Chinese restaurant, and took them to one that I was taken to by Dunnycan and also went with Shuing and others.
Bush wanted duck, so we ordered a dish of roast duck. I ordered a dish of rice with chicken and corn sauce, and Kylie and Shady ordered some beef dish and satay chicken. We all shared it, and to our surprise Kylie sort of spat back out the duck, saying she didn’t like the smell of it, even though she had said she was excited to try duck. She asked if it offended me, and I said it didn’t. It didn’t offend me because it was Chinese food and I was Chinese, but it offended me because I had chosen the restaurant. She also didn’t like my corn sauce dish, and made a disgusted face.
Bush seemed to like everything, which made me think that that might be one of the reasons I had overlooked in seeking non-Asian girls. What if a girl I liked found Chinese food disgusting? Maybe it was, like history and customs had dictated, that I go for an Asian girl.
After that we went for ice cream because Kylie wanted to see where that place was that served towers of ice cream. Bush and I tried, and were close, to finish our ice creams. Shady and Kylie had about half of theirs and then started destroying it. Hmmm.
I walked them to the train station and then caught the bus home. I was too full to have dinner with my mom and sister, but was glad I could spend the night at home with my cats.
Yesterday I woke up intending to go for another jog, but my right knee seemed to hurt a bit so I decided to rest it. I wonder if this is because of my lack of cycling which strengthens the knee.
Whilst waiting at the bus stop for a bus out to the city, Bush called and asked where I was. She didn’t know where the place was so we agreed that I’d meet her at the train station. By the time I got out there, I only had to wait about 15 minutes for her at the gates. I didn’t think it’d be hard to spot her, since she was pregnant and all, but it took her frantically waving arm to catch my attention. Gosh, there were so many people, it was all hustle and bustle.
We walked to the venue and while we were lining up to go in, I told her about how Graham had recognised me, and she said that was good, to which I said “not when you’re about to leave”, and she looked around. Ok, lesson learnt, keep yo mouth shut!
Kylie and Shady were already inside, sitting in the back row. Bush wanted to sit closer to the front, and so did I, because I didn’t want to be seen as one of those bludgers who like to hide at the back. In the end, Bush was persuaded enough by Kylie’s pleadings and we headed to the back.
As we walked along the row I noticed a girl also sitting there who looked familiar. She was the girl who came to have a chat with me while I was doing a SLA list in Parra one day. I was hoping Bush would leave me that seat, and she did. The girl glanced up at me, but other than that there wasn’t much else. Hell, after lunch she even moved to the seat on the other side of her friend!
The talks were ok. I still wasn’t used to being there with other pros. I felt a bit like a phony. I just didn’t feel like one of them. I even thought it was a bit sad and waste of money for all of them to gather here each year for this.
Morning tea was a bit awkward. I spoke to Kylie and Shady at times, but when they were with others I’d just walk around picking sweets off the dishes.
During the session after, I sat there wondering whether I should’ve sat with the rest of the people in my office. They looked like such a nice, cohesive group sitting there in the middle.
Lunch was served again, and after filling myself up with sandwiches and a bit of pasta as I spoke to Ben and Cox, I went out for a walk with Kylie and Shady. Seriously, the amount of people in the city was becoming overwhelming for me.
We walked around DJ’s, noting how expensive everything was. It made me think about how much money people waste unnecessarily. Like, prawns there were going for $70 or something, when they’d be going at half the price at the fish markets.
After our walk we returned to the venue, and this time Bush seemed much more distracted. She kept trying to get my attention, but I felt that that guy sitting on the podium was looking at us so I tried to ignore her politely and look as if I was concentrating. Maybe she felt guilty that she went to lunch with her co-workers rather than us?
I think everyone was tired by the time the last speaker started and just wanted to get home, but by the same token, I think we were all blown away by how attractive and young she was. I never imagined someone could get so high and be so young. That was inspirational. She was an interesting and funny speaker too, I thought she was the best presenter of the day, but the only downside was that she spoke like a bogan.
After the sessions finished, I said bye to Bush and headed back home to change and grab my stuff. I then caught a taxi to the airport, and was about an hour early, so ate a pasta there (I had been lining up for Macca’s but then decided it was stupid of me to save money on my health but spend money on more expensive fuel for my car).
At the lounge, Mark came along and we had a bit of a brief conversation before just sitting there in silence. I don’t think he’s much of a talker, and that was fine with me. Mud and Ironka walked past, and when I went to the toilet I discovered that some others were near the front.
Most of us caught the same plane, and I sat next to Mark. I listened to my music and half-slept through the flight. I think I’m getting sick of flying. It can be so exhausting. And it’s only a 80 minute flight!
I caught the taxi home only to find Pandy painting the sun room. I was pretty tired, so after some unsuccessful attempts to get the internet working, I just went to bed and fell asleep comfortably.
On Monday morning I went for a one mile jog. Other than stopping at a traffic light and to tie my shoelace, I did it pretty convincingly without stopping.
Even though I had a lot of time because the sessions started at 10am, I had to rush a bit because I realised I didn’t have any gel at home. So I had to go out to the chemist to get some gel, lip balm and tablets for my runny nose (which seemed to start just after I arrived back in Sydney).
After returning home, I caught the bus to the city, and I must admit, it felt a little odd to be in the city again. I tried to go to the bank first but it wasn’t open yet, so went into Court to try to get some documents for my CDDP job application witnessed. The volunteers weren’t there, so my next idea was to go upstairs to hopefully see a lawyer I knew, but I couldn’t find any. I saw one guy who I recognised, and I’m sure he recognised me, probably thought it was odd that I was dressed so casually (shirt and jeans, with backpack).
I then remembered that the people at the registry could do it, so I got a ticket and lined up. After getting the two documents witnessed, I bumped into Maria at the lifts. I realised for the first time the amount of make up she had on.
I returned to the bank which was open by now, and was glad they had the coin counting machine. But some father and son kept getting their coins stuck so I just went to deposit my notes and cheque. I then went across the road to meet Kylie and Shadi at the internet café. They were with two females from their office.
We all walked up to the main city office together, and on the way I managed to drop off into the mail my form for a replacement testamur. I was a bit worried that you needed photo ID to get into the building, because my office doesn’t seem to have it, but luckily you just had to sign in.
We were escorted as a group with others from level 15 to level 19, where two adjoining rooms had been organised for two different sessions. We walked into the left one and sat somewhere in the middle. I could recognise a few people I had previously gone up against, like the lady who was there when I did my first D court sentence.
Shortly after the session started, I noticed a very attractive girl sitting near the front. She was absolutely stunning. Her long auburn hair tied in a simple ponytail, big eyes sparkling and well defined cheekbones gave her a natural beauty look. But not only was she attractive, she looked somewhat familiar. Then it struck me. She was from the Parra office, and I had seen her around the courts back when I was in the trial. But I recall her having lighter hair, maybe blonde.
I couldn’t help but glance and watch her from time to time. At one stage she looked around the room and our eyes met. But during the break, I noticed she had an engagement ring on. Oh well, I should’ve known, it seems like all the good ones are taken, which left me wondering who (if anyone) I’d end up with in the future, but that’s another story for another post.
I thought about whispering to Shady, who was to the left of me, about how attractive that girl was, but luckily I didn’t because I think their group dislikes her. In a bitchy tone, Kylie was talking to Bush (later) about how that girl sat next to the manager at the Christmas party, insinuating she liked to kiss ass to get ahead, and how she was a bimbo.
Lunch was served outside the rooms, where I grabbed a couple of sandwiches and then headed out to the CDDP to drop off the documents and also to the bank to deposit my coins.
I returned to the afternoon session by myself, because Bush, Kylie and Shady hadn’t signed up for it. I felt like I was in the first semester of uni, where I was the only one who didn’t know anyone and so sat by myself at the front. The talk was good, but I couldn’t wait to get out to catch up with the others. As I walked out, Graham, one of two who interviewed me for this job, winked at me and said my name and hello.
Oh my god, he remembers my name! Now it’s going to be that much more painful to resign.
I met Kylie and Shady in the park across the road, they were just sitting on the grass talking. Kylie started talking about how her job was coming to an end in February and how she had applied for the one advertising in Dubbo. She said she was only willing to go out there for a year, and then she ‘had’ to return to Sydney. I thought that was a bit demanding for someone who was going to be out of a job soon.
We met up with Bush nearby, who had been shopping with her co-worker. After some discussion about where to eat, I suggested a Chinese restaurant, and took them to one that I was taken to by Dunnycan and also went with Shuing and others.
Bush wanted duck, so we ordered a dish of roast duck. I ordered a dish of rice with chicken and corn sauce, and Kylie and Shady ordered some beef dish and satay chicken. We all shared it, and to our surprise Kylie sort of spat back out the duck, saying she didn’t like the smell of it, even though she had said she was excited to try duck. She asked if it offended me, and I said it didn’t. It didn’t offend me because it was Chinese food and I was Chinese, but it offended me because I had chosen the restaurant. She also didn’t like my corn sauce dish, and made a disgusted face.
Bush seemed to like everything, which made me think that that might be one of the reasons I had overlooked in seeking non-Asian girls. What if a girl I liked found Chinese food disgusting? Maybe it was, like history and customs had dictated, that I go for an Asian girl.
After that we went for ice cream because Kylie wanted to see where that place was that served towers of ice cream. Bush and I tried, and were close, to finish our ice creams. Shady and Kylie had about half of theirs and then started destroying it. Hmmm.
I walked them to the train station and then caught the bus home. I was too full to have dinner with my mom and sister, but was glad I could spend the night at home with my cats.
Yesterday I woke up intending to go for another jog, but my right knee seemed to hurt a bit so I decided to rest it. I wonder if this is because of my lack of cycling which strengthens the knee.
Whilst waiting at the bus stop for a bus out to the city, Bush called and asked where I was. She didn’t know where the place was so we agreed that I’d meet her at the train station. By the time I got out there, I only had to wait about 15 minutes for her at the gates. I didn’t think it’d be hard to spot her, since she was pregnant and all, but it took her frantically waving arm to catch my attention. Gosh, there were so many people, it was all hustle and bustle.
We walked to the venue and while we were lining up to go in, I told her about how Graham had recognised me, and she said that was good, to which I said “not when you’re about to leave”, and she looked around. Ok, lesson learnt, keep yo mouth shut!
Kylie and Shady were already inside, sitting in the back row. Bush wanted to sit closer to the front, and so did I, because I didn’t want to be seen as one of those bludgers who like to hide at the back. In the end, Bush was persuaded enough by Kylie’s pleadings and we headed to the back.
As we walked along the row I noticed a girl also sitting there who looked familiar. She was the girl who came to have a chat with me while I was doing a SLA list in Parra one day. I was hoping Bush would leave me that seat, and she did. The girl glanced up at me, but other than that there wasn’t much else. Hell, after lunch she even moved to the seat on the other side of her friend!
The talks were ok. I still wasn’t used to being there with other pros. I felt a bit like a phony. I just didn’t feel like one of them. I even thought it was a bit sad and waste of money for all of them to gather here each year for this.
Morning tea was a bit awkward. I spoke to Kylie and Shady at times, but when they were with others I’d just walk around picking sweets off the dishes.
During the session after, I sat there wondering whether I should’ve sat with the rest of the people in my office. They looked like such a nice, cohesive group sitting there in the middle.
Lunch was served again, and after filling myself up with sandwiches and a bit of pasta as I spoke to Ben and Cox, I went out for a walk with Kylie and Shady. Seriously, the amount of people in the city was becoming overwhelming for me.
We walked around DJ’s, noting how expensive everything was. It made me think about how much money people waste unnecessarily. Like, prawns there were going for $70 or something, when they’d be going at half the price at the fish markets.
After our walk we returned to the venue, and this time Bush seemed much more distracted. She kept trying to get my attention, but I felt that that guy sitting on the podium was looking at us so I tried to ignore her politely and look as if I was concentrating. Maybe she felt guilty that she went to lunch with her co-workers rather than us?
I think everyone was tired by the time the last speaker started and just wanted to get home, but by the same token, I think we were all blown away by how attractive and young she was. I never imagined someone could get so high and be so young. That was inspirational. She was an interesting and funny speaker too, I thought she was the best presenter of the day, but the only downside was that she spoke like a bogan.
After the sessions finished, I said bye to Bush and headed back home to change and grab my stuff. I then caught a taxi to the airport, and was about an hour early, so ate a pasta there (I had been lining up for Macca’s but then decided it was stupid of me to save money on my health but spend money on more expensive fuel for my car).
At the lounge, Mark came along and we had a bit of a brief conversation before just sitting there in silence. I don’t think he’s much of a talker, and that was fine with me. Mud and Ironka walked past, and when I went to the toilet I discovered that some others were near the front.
Most of us caught the same plane, and I sat next to Mark. I listened to my music and half-slept through the flight. I think I’m getting sick of flying. It can be so exhausting. And it’s only a 80 minute flight!
I caught the taxi home only to find Pandy painting the sun room. I was pretty tired, so after some unsuccessful attempts to get the internet working, I just went to bed and fell asleep comfortably.
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