Wednesday, 5 July 1995 4:02pm S Got my Group Tax Certificate today. I earned $27,500 last financial year. That’s $2,500 more than Simon, and we’re on the same wage. It comes from all that overtime I did last year when I came close to burnout. All that effort, and I don’t really feel $2,500 richer. It does make me, paradoxically, want to make some more … Continue reading All good tools have the word “power” in their title.
THIS IS ANOTHER ONE OF THE LETTERS/WRITINGS MY BROTHER WROTE FOR ME, BUT I NEVER RECEIVED. IT WAS AMONGST HIS DIARIES AND OTHER DOCUMENTS I FOUND AFTER HIS DEATH, HE HAD WRITTEN “UNSENT” ON IT. IT IS DATED 22 JUN 1994 . Dear Sis, What an absolutely crap day I’m having, so crap in fact, that I felt it simply had to be shared. I just had lunch … Continue reading Between the office and the bistro, I have appropriated for myself an incredibly shitty mood, and the forecast is for a bit more shittiness followed by a cold front of irritability.
Monday, 28 March 1994 Dear S, Well the bomb dropped and the dust has cleared, and with the benefit of the clarity of this fine Autumn day, I can truly say that I feel I have done the right thing. It was not nearly as bad as I thought it would be, it really went quite well. It didn’t actually happen on Thursday, the day … Continue reading My heart pounding so hard plaster was coming off the walls.
Tuesday, 3 August 1993 S, How are you? I’ve had the most fucked day in the history of fucked days. You know, it’s just one of those days where you wake up mean. I woke up before 6am and I feel like it! I fell back asleep again, but of course only just before the alarm went off, so I acted out some of my more … Continue reading I’m really cranky and make no apologies for it, so fuck ya’s all!!