deird_lj

Thursday Morning:
I attend a workshop on Ethics In The Workplace. I learn nothing about ethics, and leave with a desire to beat in the skull of the guy next to me, in the most unethical way I can manage.

Thursday Afternoon:
I graduate from uni (with honours!). The traditional black robes look ridiculous, but I really want to take them home with me, and wear them in everyday life. I have one of those official photos taken, and by the time that's done all the food is gone.

Friday Evening:
We celebrate my housemate's birthday with a trip into the city. We decide to take a horse-and-carriage ride down Swanston Street. We get in the carriage, and are just about to leave when a crazy drunk man leans in through the window and starts yelling at us. We can't understand most of what he says, but he claims he is "royalty" and we have "betrayed" him. We are caught between extreme amusement and nervous fear. Afterwards, the carriage driver apologises profusely to us.

Saturday Morning:
Despite getting to bed at 1am, I am up again at 7:30, and off to discuss the Bible with two other women. We DON'T get bogged down in inane questions, and actually get a chance to say what we mean - and then stop once we get bored. It's great!

Sunday Lunchtime:
My nephew's first birthday party takes place at my sister's house. I make sandwiches, and spend most of the afternoon catching up with my brother-in-law's sister. Alex opens lots of presents very enthusiastically, and then remembers how tired he is and cries. A good time is had by all.