fatvegan

Today was so good. I had two hilarious new tutors and I got to see the inside of a Fairfax warehouse. Our original Russian-speaking tutor has left us, and we've got a funny man who doesn't speak English very well. He says "either" instead of "too". So he says stuff like "So as you can see, this rule holds for samples either." Except he would have pronounced a lot of the other words in the sentence more cutely that I typed them. Words with "l"s and "r"s are especially good. He's good humoured either, and doesn't mind when people tell him he's wrong.

Even better than that tutor was our macroeconomics tutor. He's a short, skinny student - third year probably. He grins all the time, and talks really fast. He writes in tiny diagonal writing all across the board, and then rubs half of it out. And he says GDP a lot. There were four questions in a row, and the answer to all of them was "The GDP". Because they were all other terms for GDP. I wanted to laugh and laugh because he was so funny. The whole class was stunned into silence I think. I'm not sure that anyone really understood what was going on. It was fantastic.

After that was done I had to taxi to Alexandria so I could get my bag before the warehouse closed. I would have caught public transport, but it wouldn't have got there in time. So I chatted with this gay, Middle-eastern taxi-driver wearing a bright, pastel red jumper. He got a bit lost, and gave me a discount at the end.

I was annoyed at City 2 Surf, because they made me go and get my bag. But it was totally worth it. I found the warehouse. I walked up some stairs, and burst through into what I thought would be reception. It turned out to be a floor full of girls at desks. They all turned at stared at me. I said "I...ba....gbbgghddj...." One of them said "Here for your bag?" I nodded. She led me through a few doors, past some big warehouses. But the final one, the one that had my bag was absolutely enormous. Probably three or four stories high, maybe more. The door came out at the very top, and you could look down over the whole, mostly empty warehouse. It was so cool. And on the ground at the bottom, sitting by itself, was a palette with about 30 bags on it. She asked me for my number. I gave it to her. She found my bag and said I could use the door right next to us, rather than going up four floors and then down four floors. I left, and was so happy that I walked back to uni in bare feet.