Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Leaving Sydney
Soundtrack: “Thank You” by Jamelia
Yesterday. I didn’t ditch as much as I had originally anticipated, but having rearranged the contents of my bags, I was still amazed when I managed to fit it all in. As I was wearing all my heaviest clothes as well, at check-in I was only 7kg overweight, as opposed to the 9kg of the other day. It didn’t matter though, because I was flying Qantas instead of Virgin Blue, so they use international regulations for all their domestic flights and I’m actually allowed 32.5kg from now on. I’m probably not going to do any more shopping in Australia, though, because I’d rather get quirky, dirt-cheap clothes in Malaysia. The other good thing about Qantas is that they give you complementary snacks and booze, which was a treat after flying on budget airlines.
Michael and his girlfriend Renee picked me up from the airport. They’re both occupational therapists at the same hospital, which is how they met. Occupational therapy strikes me as a bit crap, because you’ve still got to do lots of work, but you don’t get the recognition that doctors do. I’m so glad I’m going to med school. At least as a doctor if I decide that I can’t be arsed to deal with people, then there’s pathology. Michael’s a bit depressed at the moment, because he only just that his mother’s friend, who was like a second mother to him, very suddenly died. Oh dear.
Yesterday. I didn’t ditch as much as I had originally anticipated, but having rearranged the contents of my bags, I was still amazed when I managed to fit it all in. As I was wearing all my heaviest clothes as well, at check-in I was only 7kg overweight, as opposed to the 9kg of the other day. It didn’t matter though, because I was flying Qantas instead of Virgin Blue, so they use international regulations for all their domestic flights and I’m actually allowed 32.5kg from now on. I’m probably not going to do any more shopping in Australia, though, because I’d rather get quirky, dirt-cheap clothes in Malaysia. The other good thing about Qantas is that they give you complementary snacks and booze, which was a treat after flying on budget airlines.
Michael and his girlfriend Renee picked me up from the airport. They’re both occupational therapists at the same hospital, which is how they met. Occupational therapy strikes me as a bit crap, because you’ve still got to do lots of work, but you don’t get the recognition that doctors do. I’m so glad I’m going to med school. At least as a doctor if I decide that I can’t be arsed to deal with people, then there’s pathology. Michael’s a bit depressed at the moment, because he only just that his mother’s friend, who was like a second mother to him, very suddenly died. Oh dear.
