Sixty two weeks later and the journey ends. Fifty four weeks overdue, the ride up and down the stairwell these many months has been nothing short of quirky.
Continual extension of the contract, with a few chunks in fortnights on short notice, bleeds out an initial two month stay.
Cling wrap in the final months building to a size of nine square centimetres. A collection of dried banana skins, rubberised apples and a staple forced mandarin. Mounds of various street press publications. Memories are made of this. Cleaning is also taken with their presence.
Final smoothie celebrations at the Lobby Cafe feature a fetish doll named Lulu, a gift voucher for JB Hi-Fi and a farewell card signed by all in and around the team.
Last steps along the floor were quick and dashed off a few missives. A few more surely missed in the round.
And so leaves the daily grind of sleeping on the morning trains. With the upcoming swelter of summer, an exit none too soon. Though still too soon either way.
So now to reclaim the days as an impoverished freelance writer occasionally dabbling in web development.
Saturday, 15 October 2005
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