I Have Many Pairs Of Clean Underpants

It's been a different sort of a day today. Yesterday was a bit of a different sort of a day too. When I say different, I don't necessarily mean in the good way.

So yesterday I was on my way to pick Ria up from her place to give her a break from study, to get myself out of the house and to take the dog for a walk. On my way over there was a bit of a commotion on Chatsworth Rd at the intersection with Cavendish Rd. There were people rushing around, and cars blocking the road, this wasn't a big deal for me and I just went around the block. On the return journey I drove past it again, and there was an ambulance and tow truck and they were working on a guy lying on the road. He didn't have his shirt on, and he looked in a pretty bad way.

Ria and I took the dog for a walk (who was worrying us with his limping), then cooked up some dinner then I took Ria back to her place. On the way through we noticed that there were some markings spray painted on the ground where the police had tried to figure out what had happened. Ria had noticed a pool of what she thought to be oil. She figured that it had to be oil, as the stain was too large for it to be blood. When I drove to work this morning I saw that it was blood. I don't know what happened to that dude, but what he left in the street didn't give me high hopes.

That boy was in again today. Up to his usual tricks. I'm not too sure what is motivating him, and I don't think that he is actually mental, I think that he's deliberately trying to be as difficult as he can be. Today he told me that he hates me and wants me to die and then I can go and be with Little Jesus. I really should have said that I want to be with Little Baby Jesus hammered drunk at a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert, but I don't think that he would have known what I was talking about. But anyways, I find working with this child to be very trying at times and reasonably upsetting. I like children, but I don't like the way this kid makes me feel.

Anyways. It wasn't all doom and gloom at the centre today. The only other male to work full time at the centre dropped in today. His name is Damien, and I don't think that I've seen him in about 4 years. I remember when he used to work at the centre he was about 24 years old, and I was about 20. I used to think what is this guy doing working in child care. He's a nice guy, pretty fun, but what's he doing here? Well, guess what? I am now him. Oh, cruel world.

This afternoon a grandfather picked up his granddaughter. He used to have a grandson who attended the centre a couple of years ago, so he used to talk to me, and he would always ask me about my mother. Today was no different and I had the unfortunate pleasure of informing him. He took it like a trooper though and said some nice things about her and me, but it was still a bit of a shock for him. I never really know what to say, and I know that other people never really know what to say. I guess it's just one of those things that makes everybody a little bit uncomfortable. We'll work it out one day.

So tonight I'm off to the Polo Club for the Calcutta night. It's something to do with the Melbourne Cup, I'm not entirely sure how it works. I got this email from my dad kind of explaining how it works:

I have arranged a tentative booking for a Calcutta at the Polo Club on next Monday, starting at 7 pm. I think you will find it both interesting an exciting and a lot of fun. The Calcutta is for the Melbourne Cup. Each attendee can buy a ticket for $5 in a draw for a horse in the Cup. You then are the “owner” of that horse for the cup. The horse is then auctioned to the total room and you as an owner can profit by selling the horse and pocketing 50% of the auction price or conversely by buying the horse for 50% of the auction price. The rest of the night until 11pm, is great wine, food and conversation, but of course if you don’t like to do that you could go home early.

After the race for the Melbourne Cup on the Tuesday, the total pool is then split between the winning “owners”. If you haven’t been to a Calcutta I am sure you will find it interesting and if you don’t get carried away by the auction it is a lot of fun. If you do get carried away it is pant wetting exciting and you could be very lucky. If you do get excited and you do not win, I do know a good financial planner.

So it should be fun. I'm going to steer clear of wine and the like though, as I hate to work with a hang over. I'm too old to handle it these days. Or maybe I just don't work in an environment that is very forgiving. Anyways, if you have any tips for the Cup, let me know!

(this last part all being in italics has really pissed me off, but I can't seem to get rid of it, so we'll all just have to deal with it)