My holidays so far
I'm so tired tonight. It's been a very busy first part of the holidays. I'll try to give you a quick and not boring recount of events.
On Friday after work I had a massage, which I desperately needed, and then drove to Sydney to stay at a friends place. We went out to dinner and literally talked for hours.
On Saturday I drove into the city and checked into my hotel, which would be my home for the next three nights. I spent the late afternoon and early evening catching up with a friend from school who has just been cleared of cancer. We walked all over Sydney for what seemed like hours and many, many kilometres. We walked through Paddy's Markets, Darling Harbour and the Queen Victoria Building. We finally stopped at an Irish pub to have dinner, but after waiting for our meal for two hours we left. I really enjoyed catching up with my friend, but the night ended on a disappointing note for me. He had to get back to the parking station where he parked his car as it was closing soon, but instead of asking me to walk with him and then offering to drop me back at the hotel, he left me to walk through the middle of Sydney, at night, by myself. Now I know I'm not some pretty, young thing, who is likely to be attacked, but I am a girl nonetheless, and I was in a part of town I didn't know. As it was I got lost on the way back to the hotel and I cried. The next morning I woke with really, really, really tight calf muscles from all the walking we did.
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday was spent spent at my Union's Annual Conference. It was a very long and intense three days, but in saying that I learnt and enjoyed it so much. Everything I do with my Union confirms my desire to work with them. We talked about employee rights, salaries and superannuation, dignity and respect in the workplace, Aboriginal rights, the new Industrial Relations laws and other legal issues. We even had a talk from the Shadow Minister. It seems that neither political party is willing to give our workplace the same funding as private industry, which is a rather sad notion.
Monday night was the Conference dinner and whilst I hadn't planned for it to be a big night, it turned out to be that and then some. I don't remember much after my 12th glass of wine...I know I danced a lot and some how fell over and hurt my hip. In fact I have spent the last three days on painkillers just to walk. I got back to my hotel room about 1am and managed to make two phone calls, which to this day I don't remember making. The first was to my Union Organiser to tell her that I had got back to my room and to ask if I made a dick of myself. I only know of this call because she told me about it the next day and replayed the message to me. After that I checked the log on my phone to see if I rang anyone else and it seems I did. I rang my best male friend Rendrag and although I've sent him sms' to ask him if I actually spoke to him and what I said, he hasn't replied to me, which makes me wonder how bad what I said was. Rendrag please put me out of my misery! Did I talk to you? Did I make a dick of myself? Did I say something to upset you? You know I'd never intentionally do that! I asked a number of people the next day if I acted badly and they said I didn't, so that has to be a good thing. Plus this was the first time I had been drunk since my birthday, so I was probably due for a good night.
On Wednesday I drove to Nowra and have spent the last two days catching up with friends and going to the gym. It has been great fun seeing everyone, but I am majorly tired and looking forward to going home on Sunday. In fact one of my friends said I seem to be too rushed to be having a relaxing holiday! I have one more stop to go before I get home. On Saturday I am going back to Sydney to see another friend and then I'll drive home Sunday.
As I've mentioned I'm very tired, so now I'm off to bed. I'll update when I get home.
On Friday after work I had a massage, which I desperately needed, and then drove to Sydney to stay at a friends place. We went out to dinner and literally talked for hours.
On Saturday I drove into the city and checked into my hotel, which would be my home for the next three nights. I spent the late afternoon and early evening catching up with a friend from school who has just been cleared of cancer. We walked all over Sydney for what seemed like hours and many, many kilometres. We walked through Paddy's Markets, Darling Harbour and the Queen Victoria Building. We finally stopped at an Irish pub to have dinner, but after waiting for our meal for two hours we left. I really enjoyed catching up with my friend, but the night ended on a disappointing note for me. He had to get back to the parking station where he parked his car as it was closing soon, but instead of asking me to walk with him and then offering to drop me back at the hotel, he left me to walk through the middle of Sydney, at night, by myself. Now I know I'm not some pretty, young thing, who is likely to be attacked, but I am a girl nonetheless, and I was in a part of town I didn't know. As it was I got lost on the way back to the hotel and I cried. The next morning I woke with really, really, really tight calf muscles from all the walking we did.
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday was spent spent at my Union's Annual Conference. It was a very long and intense three days, but in saying that I learnt and enjoyed it so much. Everything I do with my Union confirms my desire to work with them. We talked about employee rights, salaries and superannuation, dignity and respect in the workplace, Aboriginal rights, the new Industrial Relations laws and other legal issues. We even had a talk from the Shadow Minister. It seems that neither political party is willing to give our workplace the same funding as private industry, which is a rather sad notion.
Monday night was the Conference dinner and whilst I hadn't planned for it to be a big night, it turned out to be that and then some. I don't remember much after my 12th glass of wine...I know I danced a lot and some how fell over and hurt my hip. In fact I have spent the last three days on painkillers just to walk. I got back to my hotel room about 1am and managed to make two phone calls, which to this day I don't remember making. The first was to my Union Organiser to tell her that I had got back to my room and to ask if I made a dick of myself. I only know of this call because she told me about it the next day and replayed the message to me. After that I checked the log on my phone to see if I rang anyone else and it seems I did. I rang my best male friend Rendrag and although I've sent him sms' to ask him if I actually spoke to him and what I said, he hasn't replied to me, which makes me wonder how bad what I said was. Rendrag please put me out of my misery! Did I talk to you? Did I make a dick of myself? Did I say something to upset you? You know I'd never intentionally do that! I asked a number of people the next day if I acted badly and they said I didn't, so that has to be a good thing. Plus this was the first time I had been drunk since my birthday, so I was probably due for a good night.
On Wednesday I drove to Nowra and have spent the last two days catching up with friends and going to the gym. It has been great fun seeing everyone, but I am majorly tired and looking forward to going home on Sunday. In fact one of my friends said I seem to be too rushed to be having a relaxing holiday! I have one more stop to go before I get home. On Saturday I am going back to Sydney to see another friend and then I'll drive home Sunday.
As I've mentioned I'm very tired, so now I'm off to bed. I'll update when I get home.