A day of bank runs
Walked to work as usual today, when I arrived Mary was talking to Clare with Genie in her room, which of course triggered a whole group conversation as people arrived. Nunjo arrived, briefly said something and then went into her room. I think she may be shy, but I think she comes off as rude when she does that. I was still wearing my basketball jersey and wondered if she saw my arms. Ogre arrived next, which made up for awkward silences when Clare and I wanted to get back to work, and then Moira joined.
I resumed working on that 19 folder brief. In mid-morning I went to the kitchen and saw a box of fortune cookies so I ate one as I headed back to my room. I saw Nunjo and just said "fortune cookies". She asked me what it said and I read it, shrugged and walked back into my room.
I made a call to NAB and closed my credit card account. That should help against any impulsive gambling or whoring.
At noon I went to CBA to deposit my cheque I had received from Holden as the refund for taking too much money out of my account. I was surprised they sent it without me having to hassle them further. I then went to the Bank of China on York St to open an account in HK. The wait was for a bit but when it was my turn, I found the service to be pretty good. The girl reminded me of lemon sorbet, and she was very helpful when it came to filling in the form, telling me what to tick and that. I felt good as I walked out of the bank. So there you go, you've taken the first step towards getting that HK$6,000 for your grandmother.
I bought a quarter chicken as usual and ate it in my room. I worked away in my room for the rest of the day, then started emailing Ele about her departure tomorrow. She asked me to drive her and her mother to the airport tomorrow which I was ok with. I then asked if she had her DJ's discount card as I wanted to buy a shirt - my plan was to get seven shirts in my office, so I could dry clean them in a batch of five as advertised at a shop near my office, which would 1) take the work load off my mom and 2) ensure my shirts stay white without mess.
She didn't reply for a while so I followed up saying it didn't matter if she didn't have it with her, but I began to get a bit depressed thinking that she had forgotten about the whole thing. I mean, I always seem to help her out, but I guess when it came to helping me, it was easy to forget. Funny too, cause I had been confident the whole day, yet now I felt like crap. I felt neglected.
But then she emailed me saying she had the card, so I guess my depression had no basis anymore.
At the end of the day, I was leaving but Mary was talking to Nunjo at her room. As usual, she caught me into her conversation, asking me why I was so quiet, and I said I had started on that 19 folder matter. Nunjo said "so that's why he's been so quiet..." and the conversation eventually turned into a group conversation with Moira about brothels. I tried not to look at Nunjo much, but we did make eye contact once through the glass. I wonder if she noticed my new suit. It got a bit awkward when they were talking about what Korean girls would do in the brothel, which was the service I was getting. Ugh.
I walked out with Moira to Woolies where I met Ele. I convinced her to come to DJ's with me as I wasn't confident in faking the signature required. When we got there I started looking for the shirt I wanted, but couldn't find my size! Grrr. We walked around a bit, and I felt bad cause it felt like I had wasted her time. But while we were browsing another section, I found it - the slim Van Heusen shirt I wanted in my size but packaged and placed with other types of Van Heusen shirts. She said I was lucky, and she was right. Then while we were waiting at the cash registers, I spotted a tie I kinda liked and flipped it over - Van Heusen tie going for $16!!! It was similar to the types I had bought earlier but perhaps a different shade of colour, so I thought I would get this to build up the set.
As she was browsing through ties, she kept recommending me to get ones with flower patterns, and would put them on my chest to see, and would say they looked good. I guess this is what you had in mind. When we paid, it was only $77 after the discount, so that was pretty good. I walked her back to the train station and then headed back to the office to put the new shirt and tie in my wardrobe.
For some reason, I no longer felt anything towards Nunjo, and kept thinking about Eminem's line in Drips:
I resumed working on that 19 folder brief. In mid-morning I went to the kitchen and saw a box of fortune cookies so I ate one as I headed back to my room. I saw Nunjo and just said "fortune cookies". She asked me what it said and I read it, shrugged and walked back into my room.
I made a call to NAB and closed my credit card account. That should help against any impulsive gambling or whoring.
At noon I went to CBA to deposit my cheque I had received from Holden as the refund for taking too much money out of my account. I was surprised they sent it without me having to hassle them further. I then went to the Bank of China on York St to open an account in HK. The wait was for a bit but when it was my turn, I found the service to be pretty good. The girl reminded me of lemon sorbet, and she was very helpful when it came to filling in the form, telling me what to tick and that. I felt good as I walked out of the bank. So there you go, you've taken the first step towards getting that HK$6,000 for your grandmother.
I bought a quarter chicken as usual and ate it in my room. I worked away in my room for the rest of the day, then started emailing Ele about her departure tomorrow. She asked me to drive her and her mother to the airport tomorrow which I was ok with. I then asked if she had her DJ's discount card as I wanted to buy a shirt - my plan was to get seven shirts in my office, so I could dry clean them in a batch of five as advertised at a shop near my office, which would 1) take the work load off my mom and 2) ensure my shirts stay white without mess.
She didn't reply for a while so I followed up saying it didn't matter if she didn't have it with her, but I began to get a bit depressed thinking that she had forgotten about the whole thing. I mean, I always seem to help her out, but I guess when it came to helping me, it was easy to forget. Funny too, cause I had been confident the whole day, yet now I felt like crap. I felt neglected.
But then she emailed me saying she had the card, so I guess my depression had no basis anymore.
At the end of the day, I was leaving but Mary was talking to Nunjo at her room. As usual, she caught me into her conversation, asking me why I was so quiet, and I said I had started on that 19 folder matter. Nunjo said "so that's why he's been so quiet..." and the conversation eventually turned into a group conversation with Moira about brothels. I tried not to look at Nunjo much, but we did make eye contact once through the glass. I wonder if she noticed my new suit. It got a bit awkward when they were talking about what Korean girls would do in the brothel, which was the service I was getting. Ugh.
I walked out with Moira to Woolies where I met Ele. I convinced her to come to DJ's with me as I wasn't confident in faking the signature required. When we got there I started looking for the shirt I wanted, but couldn't find my size! Grrr. We walked around a bit, and I felt bad cause it felt like I had wasted her time. But while we were browsing another section, I found it - the slim Van Heusen shirt I wanted in my size but packaged and placed with other types of Van Heusen shirts. She said I was lucky, and she was right. Then while we were waiting at the cash registers, I spotted a tie I kinda liked and flipped it over - Van Heusen tie going for $16!!! It was similar to the types I had bought earlier but perhaps a different shade of colour, so I thought I would get this to build up the set.
As she was browsing through ties, she kept recommending me to get ones with flower patterns, and would put them on my chest to see, and would say they looked good. I guess this is what you had in mind. When we paid, it was only $77 after the discount, so that was pretty good. I walked her back to the train station and then headed back to the office to put the new shirt and tie in my wardrobe.
For some reason, I no longer felt anything towards Nunjo, and kept thinking about Eminem's line in Drips:
fuck these bitches, fuck 'em all, get money
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