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Sunday, March 09, 2003

There's no place like home
Dorothy was really on to something there when she said those immortal words in the Wizard of Oz. After a week working in Adelaide, it sure feels fantastic to be home. A quick snapshot of my eventful 5 days in the South Australian capital...

Full buffet breakfasts. Enough said.

Taxi drivers who talk back to talkback radio about the absurdity of bank fees and calmly turn to me after 15 minutes of ranting asking what I do in BT.

Raw, bleeding, blistered heels care of running for 50 minutes along Brighton Beach in runners with no socks. Close your eyes and imagine what your heels would look like if you rubbed sandpaper on them for a while. Yup, you got the idea now.

El cheapo Japanese. Shared huge platters of tempura, sashimi, sushi and teriyaki chicken with a friend. Yummmmm...

The sights and sounds of Melbourne St in North Adelaide. The unyielding beckoning of a chocolate and banana fudge sundae. Hey - don't knock it til you try it!

Mini bar and late night cravings. Hee!

Work. Yeah - did some of that!

Lost my temper and got emotional for the first time ever over a work matter. All I can say is the people I was conference-calling in Sydney were lucky that I was miles away in Adelaide. As expected, was over it by the next day, but I still get frustrated knowing some people high up the food chain made a really really really bad strategic decision. Did I stress the bad-ness of the decision enough? No? It was really really really bad!