Sushi, Seagulls and Maren on Parade (Part 2)

Trying Sushi at Last

There were options today of where I wanted to go but I didn’t want to try something different on my last day of the week so I just stuck to Hyde Park. There was the option of heading to Circular Quay and eating at one of the wharves in hopes of getting back to work in time. Nevertheless, I was thinking of catching a train to and from my locations in the City.

The thought of catching a train back to Wynyard from Museum Station did cross my mind but I wanted to get a drink back and therefore, I walked. Anyway, originally I was just going to buy some Macdonald’s but walking past a shop that was selling little packages of sushi I knew I couldn’t walk past without a second look. Taking a few steps back I couldn’t resist to at least try Sushi once in my life as it started from only $3.

Taking my sushi and chopsticks I headed jovially to my rendezvous of leaves and green grass I parked myself on the opposite side to which I normally sit due to people in that area. Trying to eat with the chopsticks I was having fun for a while but dropping part of my food almost onto the ground I decided to use my fingers. The food tasted great as I sat there and filled the void in my stomach, brilliant food, especially with the seasoning.

What I find commendable however is how I don’t feel famished as I usually did when I worked with Frank or at Martinson Engineering. Nope, I have a good sleep, a good filling breakfast and then I don’t hold back too much on my lunch. That holds me off until I finally get back home to eat the big meal of the night and if I’m lucky, like tonight, I’ll eat a bit more.

The Seagull Wants Rice

Digging into my Sushi at the fig tree in Hyde Park it was a commendable digestion. The food must have smelt good to the birds because one of this big beaked birds came right up to me, practically drooling from the mouth, I could see it. However, as more birds came to join his parade I moved myself to my rightful hollowing on the fig tree and when they were still curious I just growled to them under my voice.

Birds kept gathering around me and luckily someone threw some food which made all of them disappear except for this one seagull which was witty and expected me to feed him as he was the only one there. Standing there, eyeing me sternly, squawking when I would take a bite out of my food. When finished the birds were all gone and if they weren’t my standing up would have made them become anxious and take flight. I was thinking of leaving behind the container with some rice still in it but the bird squawking ruined it for the rest of them as I put my rubbish tightly into the bin.

Sun on Elizabeth Street

Having at least half an hour to spare I made my way back towards my office but I stopped off in the other part of Hyde Park, in the grass near the water fountain directly out the front of Lyssa’s work on Elizabeth Street, well further up anyway. Lying down as some others did I closed my eyes and relaxed with the blissful sun upon me thinking “This is the life”.

After ten minutes of wishful thinking I picked myself up and headed back to the office. Passing a couple of shops I walked into one of them inquiring about Cab 55 and Jag wallets because I want a new wallet, I’m in need. However, the shop I walked into couldn’t really assist me so without any knowledge of where I might find them in the City I headed for work. When at the elevators I noticed a tall and beautifully attractive girl.

Around my age and Valerie’s height (The one that lived with Berenice), she had that curvy but sexy look about her. With it, her ass looked great in a long skirt as it clung fabric with skin and oh how it did look marvelous. Keeping my eye on what floor she was jumping off at (Which was the fifth floor) I jumped off at my level and then headed back into the office to fulfill the rest of the day’s duties.

Phones and Maren Parading

The second half of the day was dedicated to creating another brief as the three of us were working on them as they were needed to go out. The phone was running hot for a better part of an hour as Fitzroy received a couple of calls from his ex girlfriend Mairead and from his temping agency in which one of his friends works there. Fitzroy is here from England on a working visa and he’s counting on his friend at the temping agency to keep him working.

He’s a good bloke, good character and a good laugh. The second half of the day was also a time for Maren to make her way into our domain at least four times. Watching her gracefully move herself around I knew she was one fine piece of art. When first she arrived Maren was wearing a newly sprayed perfume so I knew something was amiss. As she walked over to the files Fitzroy started talking with her and I noticed what I hate on other women but I find the utmost attractiveness on her.

Wearing tight black pants that were good to go out to a nightclub in I could see her underwear line and it was practically sticking right out at you. Normally I would feel a repugnant zest for these visions as I have noted from Valerie’s foolery but her ass was so shapely, so intensely delectable and her underwear was a classy line. This all made me want to pour syrup and spread strawberry juice all over her ass and just lick every delicious flavor from her savory curvature.

Maren has the most incredible body, she’s blonde but the only simplicity that isn’t simply placed is the fact that she’s a couple of years older than me and has played more ball, so to speak. However, older women lead younger lives and live young through the less experienced and I wouldn’t mind that one bit, just tell me where I sign…

End of the Working Week

With the day coming near to an end I found out that the new administration girl was starting in a week, not this coming Monday but next. On top of that, we found out that Fitzroy would be leaving when the new girl arrives and Tarni is training for a week to be a Secretary. I hope that when the new girl comes in Tarni will come back to teach her because I won’t be too confident in myself.

However, I was very confident today at work with the phones, with saying my word to everyone, confident. There goes that stupid melody on the clock that my parents bought upstairs. It sounds like one of those little ballerina things that spin around and play a song but it is a little louder with more of a bell sound and cornier. Anyway, back to my original story, when the day was over I headed for the Station.

This time around I walked out with Tarni as we took the stairs down and we chatted to Wynyard Station. When arriving we said goodbye to each other and as I was first in I walked to my platform. When there I thought it was funny how I noticed Kelsey jumping onto the same train as me, she didn’t notice me. This increases to my thought that she comes from Campbelltown or around that area.

Tarni was also on my platform but as I jumped onto the next available train I didn’t see her jumping onto her Wollongong train. Heading to Central Station I caught the next express train to Campbelltown which only stopped at Glenfield and Campbelltown. Disappointed when I had to wait until 5:30 p.m. to leave I slightly drifted off on the train to find myself in Campbelltown around the same time I would normally get there.

A Cold Wait for the Bus

So, I now have two choices to get back home, crowded and long rides or spaced out, comfortable and expedient traveling for half the time. In the first instance I could catch the normal train if I wanted to get some pumpkin from Campbelltown and have some time to spare. However, if there was a case where I wanted to grab something to eat on the way home I would have half an hour to do so before I caught my train and still get home on time, my choice of either…

Waiting for the bus at Campbelltown Station was harrowing as it was getting notably cold and I had to hold myself from shivering. There was a girl I favored a couple of meters up for the next bus and as I looked at her I thought in my mind to say “I’m cold, do you want to help me get warm” as I approach her. If she took this humor lightly I would then instruct her to sit behind me and wrap her hands around me while laying her breasts firmly on my back for greater warmth.

Wouldn’t it be great if I could have been so smooth enough to pull something off like that and then keep in contact with her, just like when I was 18 years old, ah the good old days. Without approaching anyone I headed home on the bus and arriving at 6:45 p.m. I loaded up these pages and began writing down the thoughts of the day. So far, it hasn’t really hit me that it’s Friday and that I have worked a week.

To me, it doesn’t really seem like work because of the atmosphere and if it did feel like work I would be checking my watch every minute. However, I feel better when I always have something to do at work and David didn’t let me down in that department. Yep, there is always something to do in my job and there is always time to take it easy and slow it down, that’s what I love about my position and the relaxed attitude around me.

Poet in the Office

Forgetting to mention a little detail about work, one part of my conversation with Tarni. In the morning we started talking about computers, typing and then we started talking about how she didn’t get much sleep the night before. This led to me explaining how I had to wake up every five minutes to write down poetry and as she seemed very interested at my being a poet she was very eager to see my workings and asked for me to bring in my book on Monday.

That I was excited to do as I feel as if I have accomplished something when people want to read my poetry. When I tried ringing publishers I was told that poetry wasn’t really in these days but from the reaction of everyone who hears the word ‘Poetry’ and the phrase ‘I’m a poet’ I would consider poetry to be a great emphasis on literature sales. I have this vision that if I brought in my poetry on Monday Tarni would probably have a look at it, think it is great and then show someone else out of regard.

This I hope would create a Chinese Whisper reaction where it would get around the office that I’m poetically able and this to women is sweet justice to the parting sorrow in their hearts that melt for my moments. I want it to be known that I’m not just an administrative assistant but that I’m multitalented with much creativity. I want them to know I’m a poet, a songwriter, an enthusiast in bodybuilding, a desktop publisher with these pages, a graphic designer, a cyclist and a train of wise thought caressing this admirable body.

I am not just a name or a face but an inspiration to all who wish to be inspired and aspire from such dealings. Like I was inspired by countless works of Shakespeare and my own will to push on and become better, I wish that for the people that admire who I really am. Maybe in time I will even get the chance to parade the CD I created for the lost years, when I get to know some of them with more familiarity.