Mail, Photocopiers And The Cricket Parade (Part 2)

Sunday At Home

There is nothing much to comment about Saturday anymore but I will note if not done already that Keith did stop to collect the Sunday paper early in the morning. Having a read through it that Sunday early morning I didn’t get myself to sleep until 4:00 a.m. and once waking up, for the rest of my Sunday, relatively I stayed home. There was one instance when Keith headed over to my house with Ned driving his own car.

The reason for this was so that I could get my belongings back from what was quickly thrown into the car on Saturday night. This happened around midday as we headed to Leroy’s house, the hero of Saturday night, sitting astride of his equal brother. Leroy has shown he is great through adversity, can keep his cool and at the best of times, he can kick some ass. Collecting my pillow and my dad’s sleeping bag I dumped them in the boot of Ned’s car and then I was dropped off home.

Just a quick note about today’s events. When I called Keith to drop off my belongings he uttered that he sent his car off to get repaired for that small portion of the cars front panel coming loose. Keith wont get his car for another night or two but that only means that I won’t be able to get my watch that I’ve needed to keep time in the City for the past two days.

Spotting Lyssa From The Train

Galloping now to my Monday at work, it all began as I woke up at 6:20 a.m. Winding my clock up for a later time I missed out on having a shower (If I do have the right day) and rather prepared myself, having something to eat and dressing. Catching my bus to the station I caught my train towards the City and had a little bit of a sleep on the way down. Reaching St.

James Station I looked out the window for Lyssa as I usually do. Knowing that Lyssa is dominantly late on Monday I figured that I would get to see her and as she walked past hurriedly in her tight work clothes and pink polo neck sweater I didn’t know what to think. Lyssa as per usual didn’t look too attractive and as she marched towards the stairs she had an air of her usual bitchiness around her.

This of course was created from her being sick the last week and weekend in which she decided to take a day off today from work. Lyssa appeared as if she was looking for me on the train but I was way up on the third carriage. The pink polo neck sweater didn’t suit Lyssa too well. I’m not trying to sound resentful but I just feel the color was either a bit too dark a pink or the color just didn’t suit her period.

Mail And Trolleys With Cassidy

Heading into my building I collected the mail from downstairs but couldn’t muster much words in which to speak with Aleka. Taking the mail upstairs I met up with Najla in which we greeted for a new workweek. Monday was a good day indeed for which a couple of things took place worth mentioning. Morning mail was done by Najla as I compiled some files to be sent out for photocopying.

I’m not too sure what I done in the morning but I do remember being sent downstairs to collect some color letterheads for the printer. Jana was back at work as she asked me to head downstairs in which I would talk with Cassidy, the hot blonde Secretary who in reality is the secretaries secretary. Feeling privileged to spend some time with her I was made to take down one of the trolleys in which we usually stack up the filing.

Chatting to one of the board directors on the way down I slowly made my way into Level 1 and headed to the stationary room. Cassidy called me out as I past the small room and as she was about to pick up the heavy boxes I uttered “No, don’t worry about lifting the boxes” using the old male gender bias to heave the boxes onto the cart as well as get a fair gander at Cassidy.

It wasn’t so much a phenomenon of staring but I did find her legs appealing as she crouched down in her just above the knee skirt. Wearing stockings seems to be the go these days as most women do but I don’t believe Lyssa has caught onto the fad. Lyssa believes that they take away from the appeal of the legs and ironically she hates how her legs look and decides to wear them out only with the accentuated bliss of fake-tan.

A Staple Remover For Calla

When the job was complete downstairs I headed back up, loaded the printer and was then back to my normal tasks. Beckoned to the photocopier by the radar intense attraction of Calla (The Scottish or English girl whom I adore because she wears tight yet suitable clothing) I used the excuse of having to get something photocopied. The tall girl who works for Tatiana and wears black clothes frequently was also sitting up on the desks with her legs luring me towards her whimsical affectation.

As the two girls talked to some guy from the office I kept my distance playing around with my paper, looking at her on occasion as I waited for the photocopier to free up. Walking back to our section for a split second I headed back with renewed confidence and needing to find a staple remover I asked Calla if I could borrow hers, simple but effective. When the guy left it was strangely silent and I figured that the girls were probably as curious as to whom I was as I was curious with them.

Calla would probably see me now as shy because we got to chatting once before when I snuck over to the photocopier just for that reason. When I was done with her staple remover I returned it to her desk in which I was guided by her directions. That’s how I found her name to be Calla and now I also have small chats with the other taller girl on when occasion permits…

Linh Knows A Guy

Linh made his way down the hall in which we bumped into each other and started chatting. I’m not sure how we ended up speaking about a guy called Matthias but it clicked in my mind that this character could have been the Matthias that went to school with Jewell. So you see, since Monday a whole string of events have been triggered off for me to finally write about her tonight and what’s more, on the way home today, in my mind I was playing back the songs on the CD I made for her.

Linh told me that Matthias worked on Level 4 in our building and asking what nationality he was I found that he not only was around the nationality I knew but he also came from the Campbelltown area. You might gather that there is a slim chance there are two Matthias’s in Campbelltown so I asked if he could find out for sure where he came from and if he knew Jewell.

The Parade Outside

Heading out for lunch at midday I bought sushi and then was surprised to find the Tiketek Parade for the Cricket win being the momentous occasion just outside on George Street. The whole of George Street was packed with a turnout of more than 100,000 people, all to see the Cricket legends receive their glorious congratulations. I tried ringing Harley for lunch but seeming she was at the same parade I couldn’t be bothered looking around for her.

Therefore, I headed to a desolate surrounding behind Town Hall Station as I couldn’t get across the road to Hyde Park. There was no way to cross the road as there were so many people and I tried making my way through Town Hall Station but it was blocked off. Lunch was a bit lonesome but it was quick and as all was done I headed back to work because I didn’t have a timepiece.

Lollies And Zenia

For the rest of the day I still can’t remember what I had done but I do remember that Najla and I were having a great time after lunch. I bought lollies after being sent out to deliver a document in the morning. My stomach was growling with hunger and as I bought my favorite confectionery I took it upstairs and shared it with anyone who would take a piece. Today I bought chewing gum for whoever wanted to take a piece.

Esme seemed to be the only keen one to my courteous offers but it was probably my cocky badgering that finally persuaded her to take a piece. After lunch I thought it was weird how I received an internal call from the same level. I’m not sure who it was but I think the person said she was ‘Zenia’ the hot blonde and probably the hottest looker on our level.

For a while now I have been trying to find out her name and let me just say that those little signs at everyone’s office (Except for mine and Najla’s) which has their identity is great. For the last couple of workdays I have been trying to find an excuse of heading up to her area in order to read what her name was. Now I know it to be Zenia and I can only imagine that she’s Czechoslovakian or around my area.

Zenia keeps walking the corridors and each time I see her in her polo neck sweater or those other lovely styles I almost bust from my seams. I love what she wears and I love the fact she’s a couple of years older than me. I also appreciate the fact that I can look but not touch and as much as I would like to touch, it would probably ruin my imagination.

Losing Tatiana

Speaking of good looking women, I feel that Tatiana is starting to lose interest me and see me as that reticent creature who is too hard to talk with. Each time we see each other I can hardly crack a humbled hello than raise my voice in a confident gesture. Half the girls at work probably think I’m an idiot for not having the confidence to speak out and have my own appearance, hey, I am…

Completing my Monday at work I headed to the station with Najla, maintaining conversation until we parted. This is where my odyssey began and what my oracle of thought would foresee later in the night. My wallet was lost on the express train to Campbelltown and it was a lucky gesture to my faith that I did find it. This however would have all been noted, the same goes for Monday night. Therefore as the time is 11:05 p.m., without further ado, I will now conclude with the short time that I have left, today’s adventures…