Senior Site Producer
After the previous two were set at 09:00, this interview came in after the off peak. With a saving on the train fare, it was a breather needed ever so slight. Despite the fact that this was a late morning appointment, time was pretty tight waiting for the train into the city. Watching it clock over eleven at Central made any chance of stopping by the St. James toilets a goner. The thumb, middle and index fingers of the right hand were not getting the dirt washed off from picking up the twenty cent coin earlier in the morning.
Stepping out onto Museum station while putting on the tie one handed, the rank stench of the tie just hits with all dour flavour. From memory, never once has this thing been washed. At least not since the initial knotting. And that was back in mid/late 2003.
With all the people around the walk along Hyde Park, ditching the coin onto the grass could have been considered littering. And all the homeless were nowhere in sight. There's a brick wall just outside the complex next to 20 Hargrave Street, so resting it on the wall is no problem. Finding the address is an absolute cinch. A poetry slam heat at the East Village three months ago lies on the same vein, so the streets are still familiar.
Buzz and the latch opens the glass door. Eyes look on the stoop for space to hold the umbrella. Over by a recess, there's a stack of some half dozen. Not looking to lose it in the mix, the spot just behind the door does fine.
Up a flight of black stairs and onto a landing. No one. The stairs continue on, but who knows where to for outsiders. Posters and awards adorn the walls. Nobody is about the place. A woman floats by behind, like a shadow into some room.
Leaning over the desk, the display on the clock reads "
11:28" and stares right back. Checking out an open spindle of CDs, the eye wanders along and over the counter for a bell to ding. There isn't one, but one of the smooth looking business cards finds itself in the top shirt pocket.
Back out from the room the woman, a brunette with a mug in hand, cracks a nervous smile and asks if she can be of any assistance. It's at this point the wandering feet find themselves looking to test the strength of the pot plants, the benches and the floorboards. Quietly though.
Seconds later from the stairs up there, Mark Gorski and Melissa walk in with pads and pens in hand. With the right wrist starting to lock up, a quick handshake to both before walking over to a monstrously huge wooden table. Massive, it takes up almost all of the room. Save for the pinball machine and flat top arcade machines in the corners, it is just a room for the table.
As an aside and excuse for the tardiness, "I threw away the map before I had it committed to memory." Partially true.
amnesia group
Address: 20 Hargrave Street, East Sydney
Wearing: Funky smelling tie, grey shirt with 3 of the 6 buttons done and black pants bearing holes in the rear pockets.
Saturday, 04 February 2006 - 04:59
Unsuccessful
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