Don’tcha just love SMS-ing people out of the blue, knowing they’re gonna reply with “Who is this?” Then you can pretend to be a stalker after replying with some knowledge of their happenings you got from Facebook. Tonight the “Who is this?” was received from Fi, a friend from Melbourne, who is now in Perth, and moving back to Melbourne soon. We worked together at Crown, but she ain’t going back there. And she reckons I had a crush on Rose, a 50ish lady who bored everyone to tears or made them beat their head on a desk… repeatedly. Me anyway.

Then, thanks to 10 or so beers, which under the new Labor government rules means I qualify as a binge drinker [ Wooooo! ] and therefore aren’t good for our economy [ Even though I've only had 4 sick days in eight years, 3 of which were when I was burnt in a fire. Yeah, I as drunk the night I fell in and burnt my hand, but it wasn't like I was faking a cough to go queue for the Star Wars prequel/s. ], I said she was amongst the people which kept me at Crown… Cos I liked the perv and all. But C’mon. When you get a good perv and a good conversation at work, that boosts morale, which boosts work ethic which = happiness which = productivity which = less sick leave, meaning more money for the business to spend on the end of year piss up.

Today at the Sebel was a lot easier, or in my case, more straightforward. Kinda got the gist of the system, though there is still stacks to work out before I become know-it-all. Plus I already got to burn some of my muzak for a colleague, even though I just know she won’t appreciate how awesome Supergroove were before their dismal ‘Backspacer’ album. But so what. I’ll be rapt if she lurves Virgil Shaw and/or Dieselhed, but somehow I doubt she’d be into alternate-country cover songs of 1950’s soul muzak. But you should. Cos Virgil Shaw is super-awesome. Much better than anything on Top 40 radio this past decade.