its been one of those days..
where things could have so clearly turned out a different way..
where every decision snowballed..into me...

ka-booming my poor car into the storage cage pole behind me.
(at a not so fast speed of20km/hr.. but skinny pole+20km/hr is not-good-news)
urghs.
oh well.

too long to explain.. and too painful now anyway..
my poor baby*sniff*
and all the guys (only guys.. not girls..) at work going " did u cry, joy?"
and no i didnt.. but i felt like.. *bleah*
and then all trying to make me feel better by happily relating their speeding fines/crashes into various things...
yes.. and i realised ALL guys..have done either one or the other.. well.. all the guys i talked to anyway.

and as my friend aptly puts it
"its only a piece of metal"
yeah...i'll get over it... soon.

i've never realised how many christians i work with.
until they start saying the littlest things..
that only a christian will pick up.
or start bursting into sunday school songs in unison.
(its quite funny actually..)
and thing is. most of them aren't cheena either.
so, not your typical ocf types.

and then starts the whole animated conversation about church.. and koorong.. and word.. de blah..
and i found out one of the nurses i absolutely love is christian too!
and the social worker i work with.. always praying 10 secs prayers with and for me before i go in to see difficult/grumpy patients
always going " right! U need a prayer!"
and dear dr B..the loveliest, (very attached) guy who was absolutely hilarious...
when he got the "joy joy joy joy down in my heart" stuck in his head..
going " STOP IT!!!My wife is gonna KILL me"

people do keep me going.
its goooood.

oh well.. i guess even though aussies are so liberal with their use of the F-word,
its still not acceptable in some places huh..
like.
work.

the OT nearly slammed me into me while whizzing around on her roller chair, squashing me into the filing shelves.. when i went " arghs!"
and dr B goes " JOOOOY! did u use the BIG ONE?"
(in an extremely accusatory tone, and not very softly either)
and SEVEN pairs of eyes standing ard the nurses station swivel around to watch the impending drama (and my apparently very exciting reply)
(as you can see.. we all work very hard)

"err... no???"
" naaaaah!!! you dropped the F-BOMB!!"
*yeah right*

And so.. i got tAught a new word.. " fire truck!" --> which contains all the letters of you-know-what-word.
by Dr B... cos its more polite

uh huh.

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And then at lunch..
while happily assembling my avocado-tuna-eggplant sandwich,
my assistant looks at me and conversationally goes " oh.. i've never had avo and tuna together before"
and the WHOLE lunch table (like 10 pple) looks my way.. like my sandwich is the new invention of the century.

so exciting meh???
whats with all these pple?!??!