In my part of Melbourne bikes have been cool for a long time. It's close to the city, it gets clogged up with car and public transport traffic, and there are lots of parks, so riding is mostly a pleasure.
Unfortunately recent years has seen the bike go beyond a useful cheap mechanical form of transport, to being a fashion statement. The funny side is, a lot of people walk their bikes around on the footpaths and never seem to ride them, particularly up and down the busy shopping strips where all of the bars and cafes are.
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Monday, April 23, 2012
look ma, no hands, no helmet, no lights...... and no consideration for anyone or anything
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Saturday, September 24, 2011
if you feel comfortable at work, watch your back!
This year I took my first full time job in a unionised and (sort of) public service environment. It has been a real shock to the system. Some of the things that struck me included how protective people were of their "patch", how defensive they got if you asked questions, and how little some people seemed to do for a lot of money.
This all stems from one thing: people have been allowed to do what they want whilst business has been lucrative. Good times have allowed them to combine their hobbies and other personal interests with their work.
This all stems from one thing: people have been allowed to do what they want whilst business has been lucrative. Good times have allowed them to combine their hobbies and other personal interests with their work.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
an interlude of a self indulgent kind
The past year, particularly the 2010/11 financial year (July to June) has been the most eventful I can remember.
It's hard not to reflect when a whole pile of things happen to you in a short period of time. Ahh! there's the first slip. When I write that these things "happened to me" I mean that most of them affected me and actually happened to other people.
June 2010 was looking OK! I was working on a project at Australia Post as a Training Manager, and only having stand-up fights with a couple of people a week. It was stressful, but at least I as in Melbourne. I was home one day checking emails, when I received a phone call. The caller was from Virgin Gyms. I had won a six month free membership to their brand new state-of-the-art gym that was coincidentally located across the road from work. I felt great! I started emailing a few people to tell them about it, when my phone rang again. "What have I won this time?" I muttered to myself, grinning like an idiot.
It was a woman's voice, vaguely familiar, then it hit me! My best mate's older sister. It was great to hear from her as I hadn't seen her in a long time, but through the dopey grinning afterglow of winning, I didn't immediately hear that something was very wrong.
It's hard not to reflect when a whole pile of things happen to you in a short period of time. Ahh! there's the first slip. When I write that these things "happened to me" I mean that most of them affected me and actually happened to other people.
June 2010 was looking OK! I was working on a project at Australia Post as a Training Manager, and only having stand-up fights with a couple of people a week. It was stressful, but at least I as in Melbourne. I was home one day checking emails, when I received a phone call. The caller was from Virgin Gyms. I had won a six month free membership to their brand new state-of-the-art gym that was coincidentally located across the road from work. I felt great! I started emailing a few people to tell them about it, when my phone rang again. "What have I won this time?" I muttered to myself, grinning like an idiot.
It was a woman's voice, vaguely familiar, then it hit me! My best mate's older sister. It was great to hear from her as I hadn't seen her in a long time, but through the dopey grinning afterglow of winning, I didn't immediately hear that something was very wrong.
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