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Clanking roof tiles were the cockledoodledoos of yesterday morning as I tried to sleep in for at least another hour. The day was overcast and somebody was taking a leak in the front yard. So to past the time I read up on some magazines and tried to break the eighty-five mark on crossword puzzles.
When I reached the blockwide building of the ATO I was given a flaky security badge to wear somehow on my person. The elevator ride up was very quick and very smooth. I thought it had only moved one floor for the seven that it did. The rolled end of the directionally drunk cheap name tag was where I ultimately snagged the buck teeth of the pass. There was some dude by the name of Derek sporting these finely crafted pair of spectacles riding his bridge that almost had me wishing I was in need of corrective lenses. Then a big man walked in and we all sat down.
There was a camera getting ready and I wasn't. As a group we were told of how much they appreciated the selfless time we gave up over the past months and we gave ourselves a nice and soft applause. One by one the burly man—now known as David Diamond, some vice commissioner I think—would shake hands and pose with each and everyone of the forty three invited guests. Each was given a personalized print out of appreciation and some flashy key ring thing. Shortly after I was caught distracted as the flash went off the formalities were over and the food behind us was waiting to be devoured.
Ham and cheese, egg and salad, pepperoni, beetroot, parsely, turkey and cheese, chicken and mayo, a lamington, three cups of orange juice, some weird looking thing between bread triangles, mustard and beef, bacon lettuce and tomato. Twelve slices of combinations of finger foods made up of such and I was devestated that I could no longer eat any more. I was close to anger as I chose to walk away from two other big pig plates of finger sandwiches and four others of desserts I had totally forgotten about. Given a few minutes to catch my stomach I bet I could have totalled those tables clear of any foodstuffs. The time was signalling nothing and away I slipped from the crowd of talkers. Talk talk talk, they should have been eating!
I almost ate a fly after being handed a flyer for a forum against the war by a lone man. Earlier that day there were a slew of tables from the Red Cross to the Salvation Army. I was already starting to feel hungry.
Saturday, 10 November 2001 - 03:25
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