My work mates name is Shoeb (pronounced Show-ebb)

MW: Hi, I was just talking to uhh…Shew…Show…
Me: Shooby. (For shits and giggles, I said Shooby to see if she fell for it)
MW: YES SHOOBY.
Me: hahahahaha, Shoeb, yep?
MW: Yeah Shobby, whatever!

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I love when they call up not sounding like their worlds about to crash because they can’t do shit on their computer, or technology is failing around them. It does wonders to my day! Especially when they can joke about it.

… and that’s wassup at work.

Also, we had an awards night for McGrath Estate Agents. Everyone from every office came down to Sydney to celebrate achievements and recognition of high sales from sales agents, as well as property managers, most outstanding photographers etc. It was a GREAT night to meet people and to put a face to the voices I hear on the phone. It literally felt like the Oscars there - red carpet, cameras and everything, and even a wall for the photograph background with all our sponsors on it. Everyone was dressed too nice (I felt a little underdressed coming in the clothes I came to work in + a blazer,but oh well).

Some of them came up to me and asked “ARE YOU ADRIAN??”. It was held at the Westin, Sydney and the food was amazing. It was a 3 course meal with unlimited drinks and we obviously took advantage of that. I asked my manager if I could come in an hour late, which I thought was enough.

So anyway, I take the taxi home and throughout the whole trip, it was dead silence, my head was just spinning (from the alco maybe), and I wanted to doze off, but he kept asking random questions, and then it’d be silence, then random questions. We pull up on my drive way, I begin to write the check from work for cabcharge and he says “$150 please….yes..”. On the meter it read $138, so I kinda responded with a surprised “$150?!?”, questioning why the fuck he jacked up the price. Then I thought… toll, but thats still expensive. He did confirm it was for toll, but then goes “… yes.. make that $152.. yes” (he kept saying “yes” in the most devious fucking tone ever).

I come to work the next day at 9.30 like I said I would, and half the office isn’t even there… and they didn’t come in until around 12.30. Zzzz I could’ve stayed in bed.

Oh well. Here is a Photo from the photo booth they had set up.

Clockwise starting from the top left:
Random guy who jumped in, Grace from Finance department, Me from IT department, Min from … development department, Pam from Finance department.

Funny we all went to UTS and are fairly new starters. (not the random and the dev guy)

Laters