Monday, February 27, 2012

On the way home

Travelling the Midland line is often interesting, occasionally informative.

On the way home tonight, Prudence found herself seated between a pair of Japanese teenage girls and a pair of bogan teenage boys.

The girls giggled and sang along along to their iPod in squeaky, breathy voices.

The boys discussed the terms of their parole with liberal sprinklings of expletives.

Then we all negotiated a wall of burly cops and two drug sniffer dogs at the end of the line.

Ho hum.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Ups and downs

The new job at the very important Government department has been busy and, well, quite stressful. Prudence has often gone home with a frown upon her brow and a herd of angry hefalumps stampeding about inside her head.

In the last week she's been told she is no longer considered a psycho bitch and she's a bad manager.

The former being one of the more amusing compliments ever received, the latter later retracted with an admission that the utterer sometimes acts like a child.