The promotional people are playing games with me. This morning, the second last morning I’ll be going to work via South Yarra station, there they were again, with freebie passionfruit yoghurt. It’s as if they’re trying to entice me to stay… "look… free yoghurt… tomorrow it might be free shampoo!…" Sorry, it won’t work. My new contract is signed and sealed.
So tomorrow it will be goodbye to the park with its randomly placed sprinklers. Goodbye to avoiding those little old ladies walking on Toorak Road who somehow seem to occupy the entire pavement by themselves. Goodbye to overtaking people in their BMWs stuck in the Toorak Road peak hour traffic. Goodbye to meeting my neighbour on the train and comparing corporate computing horror stories. And goodbye to my St Kilda Road view, just in time to avoid the inordinate amount of noise that accompanies the Grand Prix in Albert Park.
