Erica likes hanging up on me

Monday
On Monday Robert came to chat with me about my costs matter. He persuaded me that an appeal would be best (not that I needed much persuasion) and then asked me who I had for the trial. When I told him, he asked me how this guy was. I said I didn't know as I had never met him. He asked me why I picked someone I had never met or knew nothing about. I said we were just given a list to choose from.

He then asked me if I saw any value added to the process here. I said it could be more efficient. He asked how and I said I could get the list of counsel faster. He quickly jotted down some notes.

Shit...did I just dob DS in?

He then asked me if DS was away a lot. I was like "well, I wouldn't say a lot..." and then added that I understood DS has a sick daughter. He said something about that being more of a reason to be prioritised with work.

In the morning I also said good morning to Nunjo in the photocopying room, and she just said the same back.

After work I messaged Erica with a ASCII picture of a beer, and she replied saying she was sick. I asked if she needed a doctor, and even though she read my message, there was no reply. I called her and after a ring and a half, she rejected my call. Hmmm.

Tuesday
At 3:24pm, I messaged Erica saying I was starting Korean class tonight.

I must admit, I was a bit nervous leaving the office at about 6:20pm to go to class. I hadn't been in a classroom for a long time. I also feared starting the course and then having Erica end things, which would leave me feeling like a bit of an idiot.

I went to the school and caught the lift up. An older guy caught the same lift and I felt like asking if he was in my class, but I thought better not.

I was shown a classroom to the right, which was quite tiny, with those small flipping tables attached to the chairs. There were about eight chairs in total. One girl was already in there playing with her phone. I took a seat diagonally behind her. There was another girl up front, who I assumed to be the teacher. She started writing up names on the whiteboard, which I figured were the names of the students.

I counted them as she wrote them up - two guys (including me) and six girls. Jackpot. Too bad my reason for coming here was the fact that I already had a girlfriend.

Surprisingly, one of the girls was a Caucasian blonde, who took a seat between me and the other guy. The rest appeared to be Chinese girls. That was one thing I had been wondering - what nationality would these students be? Highly unlikely to be Korean girls. I had guessed they would be Caucasian guys (with Korean girlfriends).

We started with some basic greetings and learning the alphabet. As the class went on, I realised the teacher was kinda cute. She also had no ring on her finger. Hmmm.

The other guy was very chatty and wasn't shy at all. When we had to do things in pairs, he automatically and without hesitation started with the blonde girl, and the Chinese girl to my right was pairing up with her friend until the teacher told her to pair up with me.

At the end of the class the teacher asked us why we were wanting to learn Korean. She said most people's reasons fell into three categories: for work, for their boyfriend/girlfriend or they were travelling to Korea.

Some of the Chinese girls said they wanted to learn because they liked watching Korean drama which was a bit silly to me. I was battling between telling the truth and making some shit up, like it was my new year's resolution and I had just randomly picked it. I ended up telling the truth. Honestly, I didn't think it'd kill my chances with the blonde girl or the teacher, in fact, from what I've learned in the past, it might actually help. But that wasn't the reason I told the truth. I just figured I didn't want to start a web of lies.

Anyway, the class ended and we all dissipated. I went back to the office to change and then went to the gym.

Wednesday
We played Machinas, which I figured we could win with a bit of hard work, as we were more skilled, and they lacked finesse. We got off to like a 15-2 start and then they started coming back. I actually wasn't really in the mood for playing. Maybe it was those two buns I ate before the game. But I thought about how bad it was, I felt kinda shameful that I was here when I didn't feel like it. I'm sure a lot of NBA players also feel like this from time to time - except the great ones.

I started getting into it in the second half and scored four points - one on cutting to the basket on a baseline inbound from Alex, and the other on a drive after One kicked it back to me. I didn't feel my 'shot' and missed the few that I took.

Anyway, we were up by two with like a minute left when we held the ball and they fouled me. I went to the line. I had confidence with the first one - it rattled out. Then I lost all my confidence as the second one just clanked.

I had missed the chance to seal the game.

But even then, with the game tied, Alex had a chance to put us up by two with free throws and he too missed them, and the other team won.

There was a bit of frustration during the game, as Alex Y lost the ball a few times and Alex Z told us not to pass it to him in the high post. Also in the second half, Alex Y for some reason thought it'd be a good reason to come on for Alex Z, until everyone yelled at him. Hmmm.

I got a bit annoyed with A as well, because he was doing the scores at the last minute and when Alex tried to deliberately miss his last free throw, I said he should've started the clock only when we touched the ball, not straight away. He said "it was over anyway" which I got annoyed with. I shook my head and walked away, and then realised I probably shouldn't have done that. Especially since he was giving me a lift back home.

After the game Mike came and patted me on the tummy and said I was fat now. Hmmmm. That gave me motivation to stop eating all that fast food.

Thursday
Erica called me at 6:46am. She said she was sick. I was still in bed and couldn't really make out what else she was saying, but she sounded really sick, as she kept sniffing.

Friday
At 3am, I heard my phone ring. I missed the first call, and then heard it ring again. I missed it because it was far from my bed, and then went to get it. It was Erica.

I went into the kitchen and called her back. She said I was crazy and something about being sick and Kakaotalk. I couldn't really make out what she was saying, and I wasn't sure if she was drunk or not. I could hear someone in the background, a male and a female, but otherwise it was quiet. I asked if she was home and she said no. I asked where she was and couldn't make out her answer. I asked why she was sick and couldn't make that out either.

She then hung up on me.

I called her back and then said on Monday we'd go to the zoo. She just kept saying she knew Monday was her birthday. Then she said "I love you! I love you! I love you!" and hung up.

I thought about calling back, but figured the better of it, and went back to sleep.

That call somehow motivated me to get all my work done in the office to enable me to take Monday off. However, to make things hard, Chris asked me to do her Woy Woy list on Tuesday, so I spent the end of my day preparing for that which was ok, but I just don't know how I'm going to get the office car on Monday night or get enough sleep.

I had messaged Erica saying I'd take her to the zoo, and she replied saying she wanted to go to the Opera House.

I had wanted to do some window shopping after work, but ended up going to the gym and then walking to the Opera House just to pre-plan some things. There didn't appear much to do, but I figured we could always go to Luna Park or the zoo depending on the time.