quick, it's the paparazzi!

it is my second last night in melbourne and i am spending some quality time with my ma. i am taking her to the opera at the arts centre. it is on southbank right next to the offices of the job that i have just quit*. anyway, the proximity is making me nervous and i am extremely concerned that i am going to see someone that works there.

i take my hair out and arrange it in front of my face. i fervently wish for a hat and some big sunglasses. i stare at the ground intently. i feel very mature. i walk across the bridge to southbank.

*the quitting went well, by the way- or at least, as well is it can go when you have to lie through your teeth and you're a really crap liar. i sent a very dodgy e-mail on sunday, received a call from them first thing on monday, lamely said that i absolutely loved the job [which was true!] but that my relative was sick overseas and i had to go care for them. [not so true. i was kind of put on the spot since they called me and it was the first thing that came into my head.] even though i am clearly the dodgiest liar in the world i am feeling so much better that it is all over with.