When it rains it pours

Today I had a long, wet, strange day. I can't remember the last time I was last as wet as I was today, although admittedly, this isn't saying much at all.

I woke up at 7,10 AM -- 50 minutes earlier than planned. I should have see this for the omen it was and shut of my alarm and gone back to sleep. Dad drove me down to Richmond, where I hopped out of the car and headed into Maccas for a small breakfast of a hash brown and a sausage and egg mcmuffin. I was quietly eating in the corner of the restaurant when my mobile rang. It was a work colleague I was going to see that afternoon to sign some things; "Hi Dan, I just wanted to say that I'm not feeling well today so I've decided to stay home, but the things to sign are on the conference table so just let yourself in and I'll fix it all up on Monday". This was both good and bad -- we tend to chatter on so this meant a nice quick trip but I didn't have my keys so couldn't actually let myself in.

I called another colleague, who works in the city, and arranged to pick up his key on my way to uni. The train trip from Richmond to Circular Quay was fairly uneventful. The fun started when I got off the train -- it was pissing down in a pretty serious way. The sight of the Harbour Bridge over the Quay was positively dismal:
I've never noticed it before, but there is absolutely no cover in Circular Quay. The ground is paved with grey granite tiles, with totally less-than-adequate drainage, and was totally flooded. Luckily I was wearing my thongs so the water washing over my feet didn't infiltrate or soak any shoes. I walked over to my colleague's office, grabbed the key, then hopped a bus to uni.

Again, it appears the architect and/or engineer who designed the main walkway through the campus hadn't grasped the necessity of drainage. It too is paved with granite pavers and was totally lake-like in the torrential rain this morning. It is long. I waddled along, walking stick slipping on every third step, trying to stay as dry as possible while doing a fantastic impression of Jesus walking on water (although admittedly with less panache than I would have liked). I was halfway along the walkway when I felt cold, large drops on the back of my neck. At first I thought these drops were from an ill-aligned umbrella, but as the trickle of cold water continued to run down my back I decided there must be more to it than a simple case of bad alignment. I looked up and watched a large drop fall from the inside of the umbrella. Cold, wet, pissed, I walked slowly towards the building.

When I got into the lift I remembered that every time I use this particular lift I say to myself "I should take a photo of this". The lift has mirrors on three sides so the effect is produces is really weird:

In another building, I was amused at the following sign. It's like the uni is saying "we know that this lift is crap, so you'd better not use it as an excuse for being late to class, because it won't be accepted". What amuses me more is that they used the time, money, and resources to make a sign rather than spend it on fixing the bloody thing.

Lastly, I was sitting in the foodhall, waiting for someone, when I looked over at the next table and saw something that made me heave. A large, open tin of pal dogfood with two plastic spoons sticking out if it, surrounded by several lolly wrappers. I don't even want to hazzard a guess as to what its fate was. I tried to take a photo of it too, but it appears I fucked up because when I went to download it off my camera, it didn't exist.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful.

I dried out by about 5,30.

My thongs dried out by 7.