The more time I spend in Sydney, though, the less I want to move there. I've gone into some detail on this before, so I won't belabour the point. Perhaps my impressions are soured because on all recent trips I've arrived after a three-hour, early morning train journey, and I've been wearing uncomfortable clothes. Or I could just be overwhelmed, and a wimp, and looking for excuses to get out of it all. I don't know. Apparently 1000 people move to Sydney every week. They can't all be better equipped, more resourceful, and braver than me, could they?
There was one moment of humour. As I was walking out of Central Station, there was the standard bunch of panhandlers. One of them said to me, "Hey sweetie, got any spare change?"
"No, sorry", I said and kept walking.
He took umbrage. "Well, you've got money for that fancy hairdo."
I had to chuckle. I get my hair cut at a place that charges $20, and trim my neck with a razor myself. I also dye it myself - and my hair is very frizzy, and I was told by an interviewer last week that my hair looks sloppy and I should get it styled. But hey! A homeless (or lazy and greedy) guy thinks I have expensive looking hair! There's hope for me yet.
I did take the time to do a little window-shopping in the City. In an op-shop near the station, I saw an awesome black fringed flapper dress. Having recently seen The Cat's Miaow I've thought the flapper look was one I should try and it would look great with my hair (sloppy or no). But the shop assistant was busy and I didn't have time to wait to buy it.
Well, tomorrow's the big one...my last day at this office, ever (after three long part-years!). So, I'll be bringing you some All Time Work Top Fives, from this job (thanks Cotard for the Top Five idea)...
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