It has been an active few days.
Plenty of workouts, including one where I surprised myself by cleaning more than my bodyweight. I failed at my first attempt but made the second and felt very proud of myself. I've also had lots of fun with the tire at Deakin (which belongs to a trainer who has no objections to me using it if he's not around.)( Pics )
So I've had plenty of physical fun. I took Coffee Snob through a workout I devised for her, and she said to me "you make me work harder than I want to, but I have to work out harder than I want to." Praise indeed.
I also went to a harp concert featuring Ginger Harpist.( Pics )
Because I'm all cultured like that. She learned me a few things about the harp the next day.
I had a job interview that went very well. It would be doing media work in the Department of Health and it would be one step removed from the Minister's office. There was a little bit of concern about my partisan past, but I'm professional enough to be able to put my personal feelings about the Minister aside (I don't like her at all) and do the job. It would be a three month job, possibly longer, and it sounds quite interesting. Oh yes, and the first question they asked was about wife carrying, which I mention on my resume.
I've also traded a bit. Generally I keep an eye on the market for the first half hour and the last ten minutes or so in addition to checking in periodically during the day, rather than watching like a hawk all the time. I can still pay attention without letting it get in the way of everything else.
I'm up in Sydney now, but I forgot to bring appropriate clothes for looking for work so I may have to pick something up before heading into the city today talk to a couple of agencies. I've also got a funeral to go to. The team doctor for the Convicts and partner of one of our players died and it would be good to go.
Last night I had a beer with an ex-girlfriend. With Jem, things were often tumultuous. I really loved her and I still do (though I didn't say it this time.) I hadn't seen her in quite a while but we had a good chat. I told her about me being depressed, and her reaction was "isn't is great?" I may have been told at some point, but somehow it never struck me that she had been struggling with depression since before we met. That might explain some of the difficulty we had, especially when you add in the stresses and aspieness that I brought to the table. What we had was wonderful at times, but it was also exhausting at times. Part of me that still remembers the good things between up still wishes we could have it back, but we can't.
Tonight I'm having a beer with another ex-girlfriend. It's lucky for me that I get along with exes. The only one about which I have any negative memories is Ma Cherie Zoologiste (and I'm not sure she was actually a girlfriend.)
So the last few days have been pretty good actually, given that I've kept myself busy.