Carla Gypsygirl's Blurty

From the window seat...

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These are all photos from my travels. Where have I been? Just working. I did wish that I had a lovely mini-holiday planned this weekend, but the flash floods have of course put that out of my mind. My new job is very far away from my home. I spend about 4 hours on public transport every day. I like to pretend that I am actually a very glamorous TV reporter who commutes daily from Sydney to Melbourne and then back again. I mean if they can do it, I can too, right?

My days as a shop girl seem so long ago. My new job has not been as idyllic as I imagined. But of course, no job ever is. I do think that I am in circumstances where the nice shiny newness of a job will wear off quickly. Being on the bus for so long can make you jaded more quickly. Generally, during the past few weeks, my working hours are spent in a haze of insecurity and paranoia. I guess this also comes with the territory of having a new job- never knowing if people like you, or if you are doing your job as fast as the last person. Sometimes I wish that I could simply be myself, but not everyone likes me for who I am. For example, the other day, after finding a wet and abandoned guitar in the street outside (see the picture above), I brought it inside the office and said that I thought it would be a cool decoration. I asked if people wanted to sign it with white-out, and I joked that we could start a band. Our band name would be "The Alpen Blends", named after our favourite drinking chocolate mix. Alas, not everyone found this amusing or cool, and the guitar later found itself re-abandoned.

I have begun to see familiar people during my daily travels. There is this guy that I call The Lunchbox Guy. He catches my bus and he irritates me. The main reason he annoys me is because he always carries a clear lunchbox in his hand instead of putting it in his backpack. It's so impractical! Furthermore, his lunchbox only contains one single sandwich. What is the point? Why not just shove the sandwich in the bag? Lunchbox Guy always wears an olive, polar-fleece jumper, and he has this strange smile of contentment. Through eavesdropping, I discovered that his name is Nik (he spelt it out) and he is from Norway. I am trying to like him more; it seems unfair to dislike someone for such superficial reasons. Another person I see is someone I call The Most Boring Lady In The World. I know that that is not a very nice name, but seriously, she is so boring. She is often on my evening bus, boasting to her friend of her achievements in the accounts department. She also talks about the various nasties at her work. The Most Boring Lady always wears this odd, moss-green knitted scarf with pom-poms on it. She has this long, bleached blonde hair that she wears in a plaited, high ponytail. Probably my least favourite person on public transport is The Guy Who Farted On My Morning Train. He, of course, needs no explanation. I wish that I could formally prosecute him. I mean, for goodness' sake, it wasn’t even 7am at the time of the fart, and no-one should have to be exposed to the scent of a stranger’s methane at such an undignified hour.

Dear blog readers, I hope to be back in fine form soon. I hate all of this whinging.

Carla Gypsygirl