Thursday #31 – another early start in Melbourne with The
Italian once again cooking up a breakfast feast while I showered. Getting out of bed proved particularly
difficult, as my phone told me it was 5 degrees with a “realfeel” of 0…way too
cold for someone whose pyjamas are shorts and a t-shirt and who somehow forgot
to pack a coat. Vaguely warm after a hot
shower and full of eggs, bacon and spinach (which had become about as much of a
staple in our diet as pesto) we headed off for our penultimate day at The
Australian College of Optometry.
After a couple of patients in the morning it was time to
head up to the staff room to eat the lunch The Italian had packed for me. Left over honey soy chicken noodles (which I’m
pretty sure would’ve contained spinach), an apple and a crunchy nut chocolate
bar later I was feeling pretty satisfied and certain that I was going to miss
having my own personal chef.
We headed back downstairs for our afternoon patients and met
our new Curly Haired Enthusiastic Supervisor.
P-Nix waltzed past looking very official and serious, stopping to chat
to my CHE Supervisor as we were mid discussion about how to handle my patient. CHE Supervisor let him interrupt and didn’t seem
to know whether or not to take him seriously when he told her “you’re gonna
have to be extra harsh with this one”.
The Italian and I had met P-Nix the previous Friday when he supervised
our contact lens clinic; and had bonded after discussing our shared bed,
home-cooked meals, microwave struggles and perfect harmony. He’d stop us for random chats and tapped me
on the shoulder once as I stood waiting in the corridor, ducking around to the
other side so I would be left wondering who had done it – it was safe to say we
were totally his favourite students. I had
laughed at P-Nix’s absurd comment and hoped that CHE Supervisor had a sense of
humour (I remain unsure) and was not planning on being extra harsh.
Patients done and dusted we headed home, excited about our
dinner plans which had been lined up for most of the week. The Italian was to have a night off cooking
as we downed a cup-a-soup before heading off to Max Brenner for dinner. We each ordered 2 waffles and didn’t feel
that this was at all overdoing it, until The Not-So-Bald Man brought around one
set of waffles with 2 sets of cutlery. He
seemed to feel a little silly when he brought around the next plate but mostly
we just felt like fatty boombahs for each eating what was assumed to be for 2
people.
We headed home to watch TV and I spent most of the night
hoping The Bass Player wouldn’t phone. I’d
agreed to be his wingman (as I had clearly impressed him with my efforts on NYE)
as we both found ourselves in Melbourne this week and it seemed only logical we
would be drinking buddies and find him a girl.
I was up for a drink (I always am) and definitely up for helping The Bass
Player land a lady but I was not up for going outside in the freezing
cold. Luckily for both of us, The Bass
Player was having a particularly good game of poker and didn’t finish up until
1am when he decided it would be too late to phone.
It’s not every Thursday you get to have waffles for dinner
so I am willing to overlook the chilly temperatures (which allegedly reached a
max of 13) this week. It would’ve been
nice to get some wingmanning in but it wasn’t to be. Back to Sydney for next Thursday and the
foreseeable future as I am officially broke.
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