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Thursday, June 17, 2004
Jimbo's just called to say that, while he still hasn't heard from the nightclub that he applied for a job at more than a week ago, his Jobsearch pimps have picked him up a month's work helping to move a Repco store from Phillip to Fyshwick. Should be lots of driving and carrying stuff involved, and maybe helping to fit out the new store. Which is better than a kick in the guts (like the previous job he was offered through such channels, which was working the seafood counter at a Woolworths deli, slightly dubious given his highly allergic reaction to touching crustaceans).
I got about 600 words written on the novel last night, which I am using as a clear signal to myself to Get Back Into It. If last night is anything to go by, it shouldn't be too hard...ah, but I fear I am getting ahead of myself there.
My director just came past to tell our little work team that we need to have a Discussion first thing tomorrow. Yes, she capitalised it when she said that. It looks like there might be some sort of news about Our Future.
In other not-necessarily-unrelated news, this week marks ten years in the public service for me, which means I now have three shiny new months of long service leave to my name. I'm probably also just forty years away from a gold watch or something.
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