Saturday: Never realised the kind of filth I lived in until I needed to use the place to take a still. It took me just over two hours to make the backdrop come up to some kind of decency. It was a maddening search for white towels as I raced to beat the late morning shadow. Everything had to be close to perfect. Too perfect would be insane. At 14:45 I took the shots, accidentally caught myself in the mirror of the second photo. I had two hours to set it up and still forgot to place the redfest ticket within the frame. Wasted.
Sunday: I went through my first mag and bag. The magno-something and the bag search. It was okay, except for the fact that my belt buckle didn't scare the cops enough to warrant a physical pat-down. The entire section of Darling Harbour that includes the convention centre and the Entertainment Centre have been locked down. Can't get through any of the barricades without the proper accreditation. I have the power.
I was thinking about buying some tickets to the Volleyball. No longer. I was told that being a sports volunteer automatically gives me free games, all I have to do is flash my accreditation, walk through and sit in the stands. Excellent. Some others where trying to scalp theirs. Losers.
A volunteer friend of mine was offered $2000 for the jacket right of off his back. I haven't even broken the seal on mine, might get $5000. Should decide well before the gold medal games though, 40,000 jackets will flood that market and drive the margins into a kamikaze state of no return.
Tuesday, 12 September 2000 - 03:32
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