The place I am living at in the moment is absolutely in the middle of nowhere. It's a nice spot, I shall give it that, but it's nothing here. There is one looong beach, which is cool, but you cannot swim off because of the threath of stingers. The other week three beaches up in cairns were closed for the summer because of stingers, and now it seems they are heading this way. But, oh well, I do not really do beach here, so I am not that bothered. But it is a bit of a waste of a perfectly good beach though...
And, public transport is almost non-existent here. Well, there is a small bus running the length of the beach (which is by the way 14 miles long) about 8 times a day, for the modest price of a small fortune and you grandmother. But, it is handy when one, like me, does not have a car, and no immidiate plans of buying one either.
Today, since the boat I am working on did not run, I decided that it would be a good plan to get to the centre (the centre of what one may ask) where there is an internetcafe and do some emailing and other non-productive stuff on the internet. And so I did. While checking all my email (which contained about 23 emails about viagra, 15 emails about weightloss, 52 emails about some obscure websites where apparently there would be pictures of the hottest girls, 12 emails about how to make her scream (who? and more important, why?), 6 emails about how to spy on your friends computer, and 4 emails about the best business investments I could possibly ask for), my FlatMate came by. My FlatMate is also my workmate, which implies that we do see eahother
roughly 16 hours a day. Which also explains why I don't talk to him that much. When one see eachother so much, one tend to stop having anything to talk about. His excused could ofcourse just be that he didn't like me. Who knows? But, I decide to hitch hike home with him, as I already spent my grandmother on my fare to here, and I kind of am running out of grandmothers to spend on busfares.
Here it would be usefull to metion that my FlatMate also has industrial deafness (or maybe he suffers from industrial deafness... anyway, you get my point). And, since he lost one of his hearingaids, his hearing isn't all that. Add to that that he also tend to mumble, and I tend to speak quite fast, there is bound to be some misunderstandings. Normally I reckon we spend about 60 percent of our conversation having the same conversation. 30 percent is spent having different conversation. Which also may add to why we don't seem to talk much to eachother. But, anyway, moving on...
ME: Are you going home soon?
FM: Mumble mumble
ME: Coz if you are, could I have ride with you?
FM: Mumble mumble
ME: I could take the last bus though, but if you are heading home soon...?
FM: I just have to go to the shop to call someone first
ME: That's ok, I can take the bus
FM: But, I won't be long, only a moment
ME: Ok then, I also need to make a call
FM: Ok
20 minutes later I am still waiting for him to turn up, so I decide to walk over to the shop. And of course, wouldn't you know, FlatMate is gone, and so is his car as well. And it didn't help that 10 minutes earlier I watched the bus drive by, thinking that I would be getting a ride home by FlatMate.
Well, there you have it. This is my life!
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