Mounting an Expedition in search of ... Diet Coke
The vending machine in the Arts Building has no Diet Coke, and I NEED Coke, and no, I'm not drinking that sickly sweet crap that passes for regular Coke. So I tramp up to the cafeteria - NO COKE!!! Needless to say, I throw my hands up in disgust and swear (sotto voce). OK,now I slog all the way up to the uni shop - finally, a fridge full of chilled 600ml bottles of Diet Coke, I'm saved. Just have to tramp all the way back down to my room in the Arts Faculty Building to sit and enjoy it with two slices of Lamington Roll I brought for morning tea.
Bit extreme really, just for Coke, but I just spent and hour and a half in a tiny, airless, stinking hot cupboard-masquerading-as-a-mail-room wrestling with the photocopier getting the text for one of my supervisor's classes next semester ready, 'cause there isn't one in print. Photocopying is my least favourite job. but - exciting news (or was, now it's getting iritating) - Mam has a new job and is moving to - wait for it - Canberra, so I'm staying here with the Brat and the Cat and finishing my ruddy MA, but we did the budget at the weekend and it looks like I'll be left with a grand total of $58 a week, so, any work a boy can get a boy is going to take.
We may be needing a lot of Diet Coke.
Bit extreme really, just for Coke, but I just spent and hour and a half in a tiny, airless, stinking hot cupboard-masquerading-as-a-mail-room wrestling with the photocopier getting the text for one of my supervisor's classes next semester ready, 'cause there isn't one in print. Photocopying is my least favourite job. but - exciting news (or was, now it's getting iritating) - Mam has a new job and is moving to - wait for it - Canberra, so I'm staying here with the Brat and the Cat and finishing my ruddy MA, but we did the budget at the weekend and it looks like I'll be left with a grand total of $58 a week, so, any work a boy can get a boy is going to take.
We may be needing a lot of Diet Coke.