Death Toll

22 November - the snooze button was too tempting in the morning and i found
myself with only 15m to get dressed, make my luncheon and breakfast and get
on downtown for the first pick of the day. Disgustingly hot and muggy, with
so much crap in the air it felt like i was in Bangkok - not a very pleasant
day to be riding around in although whenever the occasional receptionist or
elevator drone said, 'oh, this is a bad day to be a courier' i had to make
the inevitable reply, 'every day is a great day to be a courier!' - but they
were right. Triple's answer to that one seems to be 'Yeah, look at my tan,
bitch!' - unfortunately that tan happens to cut off at the sleeves and knees
but it sure is one heck of a tan. Never really that busy throughout the day
although a few moments of tension, especially when i left some plane tickets
on the counter and only realised when i got to the destination. tried to get
back there in time before anyone realised but i was just approaching the
original pickup address when i got the call, 'Did you leave some tickets
behind?', yes, yes, yes ... sorting it out now. Late in the afternoon
Toll's online system went down across the entire country (probably because
they're still using TCNZA or its current derivative to FM all their telco
stuff) and everything seemed to grind to a halt. Swapped a cigarette for
some pastry goods with Marcello from Palms which seems like a pretty good
deal to me. Martin Place was like a concentration camp at the end of the
day - exhausted bodies sprawling over the steps, muttering jokes to each
other but completely drained of any life or energy, it took a great deal of
willpower to muster myself to get on the bike and head home.