Here in my car... in Melbourne Diaries

This morning it was announced in Canberra that I and everyone else in the agency I work for was named 'in excess' (public service lingo for sacked). This isn't as bad as it sounds, as it is a legal way of making sure everyone undertakes the expected selection processes in the next two weeks. But as usual there was a total lack of communication, esp. to me, who may as well live in Tibet for all the feedback I get from work. Luckily, I do have interviews and assessment processes for better jobs in train, and am crossing my fingers for a job offer some time soon so as to avoid this rubbish. Meanwhile there are several employment crises at work, most notably our inability to sack a Gen Y stereotype who failed to come to work yesterday with the most pitiful excuse I'd ever heard: "My partner was at an overnight charity event and was tired, so I decided to stay in with him out of support". If the guy had tried that one on me he'd have been defenestrated (remembering I work on floor 46). Fed up by 4PM, I productively spent the remaining hours at work looking at old Jean Clause Van Damme clips with the karate-kicking secretary I probably have an age appropriate crush on (and who disappointingly has a boyfriend).

To cheer myself up, I thought I'd see live music tonight in Melbourne, aware of my few remaining days here, and have got a ticket for Gary Numan of all people. Now surely everyone remembers 'Cars' from the 80s don't they?