My jaw is still clenched from that 4 PM conference call. The Sydney office wants to move the goalposts on the Clayton project again. It took everything in me not to just say, "Mate, make up your mind." I swear, half my job is just managing indecision.Finally got out of there around 6:30.
The walk to Flinders Street was actually nice for a change – that cool breeze felt good. Grabbed a coffee from the usual spot; the guy knows my order now which is a small win. Seven bucks for an oat flat white is still criminal, but it was either that or falling asleep on the train.Just got in, and the silence in the apartment is bliss. The city sounds are just a distant hum.
I'm staring at the fridge now, and I just don't have the energy to cook. Looks like it's leftover Thai green curry for dinner. Can't be bothered with anything more.
The group chat is buzzing about the game on Saturday. Looks like the plan is to meet at Mark’s place in Brunswick, then mission into the 'G from there.
Honestly, the thought of just standing in the sun with a beer and not thinking about work for a few hours is the only thing getting me through tomorrow.
Just need to survive one more day.
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