Yesterday was an odd day.
Spent most of it in transit, from the scrambling panic of the morning to the crushing stress of the airport experience. Crammed some overdue library books in my carry-on as an afterthought which probably put it over the weight limit, but I got away with it which was nice.
Had a bizarre stopover (on a domestic flight!) in Sydney of all places, and witnessed firsthand the madness of Sydney airport. Once you got used to its seemingly non-euclidean layout it was actually rather nice, I even got a beer with my food at this li'l sushi place with a rather cool, neon-lit aesthetic.
Then, after another flight, seated this time in an exit row which made craning forward to eat my food rather a challenge (also I had seat-neighbours this time, whereas on the first flight I had a row to myself), I made it at last back to Melbourne - only for the vague unpleasantness that had been brewing away in my gut for the past while to require an urgent deposit in a (thankfully quite clean) airport dunny before I could begin the subsequent trek to home proper.
Then, after I had finally made it home, been reunited with my housemates (one of whom had to bravely clean the filth-pit that was my room when an unexpected house inspection occurred whilst I was away, awkward) and showered them (lightly) with gifts, I found my asthma playing up, not for the first time that day.
I don't know if Murphy was an asthmatic or what, but it seems to me that my asthma always jumps at the chance to fuck me over at the worst possible times - after I've left my inhaler in another state, for instance.
After a few hours of trying and trying to get the attack under control through various positions and breathing exercises, I finally came to the conclusion that making the trek to the nearest 24-hour pharmacy (a couple of kilometers away) would still be less arduous than sitting awake and uncomfortable all night.
So I set off, trudging my wheezy way along through the dark of night at around 1 or 2 in the morning. At least it is nowhere cold as I was expecting it to be down here.
So, after a rather unpleasant walk, I finally made it to the shopping centre where the internet told me I'd find relief, only to discover the store was
inside said shopping centre - which was locked up tight.
I was not the only presumably sick person who showed up there at that time around the center. At first I suspected these two groups of other folks were loitering troublemakers likely to jump my semi-incapacitated self at any moment, but before long (as I wandered the outside of this dingy suburban mall hoping to find an entrance still open) it occurred to me that they were there for the same reason as I.
To make a long story short, I was in the process of giving into despair and heading back when I heard voices. Turns out one of the other groups of med-seekers had happened across a security guard or janitor, who they entreated to let them in.
I quickly stepped forward, mumbled something about the chemist, and he let me in as well.
So we get inside, wander through the darkened expanse of the shopping center and sure enough, there's the pharmacy, brightly lit despite half its doors being closed.
They were open for business despite the premises they were located in being locked up tight. Is it just me or is that pretty dang weird?
Anyway, I grabbed what I was getting, shoved a blast of sweet, sweet functionality through my airways and left. The walk home was far more pleasant than the trip there.
In other WTF news, today I went to the post office to pick up a couple of parcels my housemates gave me the collection cards for, only to learn that those chucklefucks (the postal workers, not my housemates) had sent them back. Already. I was only away for a month.
What the
fuck. At least one of those deliveries (they didn't actually tell me what they were or who sent them) was from overseas, too. Now I have a huge hassle ahead of me, trying to work out which parcels they were and organising to get them sent again. Once I do, I'm gonna march back into that post office and demand that the useless cunts front up whatever additional shipping costs I get hit with as a result.
I guess if one wants to actually receive their mail in this country they're better off paying extra to have it sent by DHL or FedEx or some shit.
No wonder Australia Post is perpetually going out of business.
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