So I turned 24 last week. It was a mere day after my open book law exam, which was surprisingly easy to manage. However, enjoyable it wasn't. I guess the whole point behind the whole thing was to prevent us entirely copying our notes word for word, which some of us tend to do. I am also in the process of writing 7000 words for publication in the ALJ. I guess it's the nature of the school that even complete hackers like me are even trying to get work in law review.
Today I went to work and managed to get abused by the same sort of Broadmeadows tramp who asks for your nasho while berating you for your frappicino not having a contractual cooling off period. Yes, because the former helps him try cack handedly to relate to me / verbally abuse me and the latter applies to non-induced contracts. I have a new name for you sir: it is knobhead.
That is all par for the course, though. What is not is the bogans that seem to exist simply to bother me on trains. I'd prefer to listen to Siberian post punk than some of the ridiculous things people say and do on the railway.
Like introduce myki. Sure introduce a new auto ticketing system designed by an inexperienced company called keane. Just don't charge me 1.3 billion dollars and my future stamp duty for generations. Never mind the over 10 000 mistakes already reported in Ballarat and Geelong.
Anyway, good bye, and good luck.
-- Posted from my iPhone
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