The weekend was so hot here in Australia's Most Expensive City (take that, Sydney!) that I couldn't even face the prospect of typing. Plus, I had to work on Invasion Day, and so while the country was seized by paroxysms of the most excessive jingoism* I've seen since I attended fireworks in America on the fourth of July in 1997 in Detroit, I was learning all sorts of new works, like diamondiferous.
Say it with me kids: diamondiferous. Isn't that a grand old word? It has to do with matters geological, or so I am informed.
You see, the best thing about being a journalist, besides the awesomely great pay, the numerous career opportunities, the cushy working conditions, and the respect and admiration of the people, is learning stuff. I get to learn about new things every day. This week I have learned about diamonds and pinot noir, amongst other things.
Of course this can also be a bad thing, particularly when you've got a lot of work to do and you're expected to write seven or eight stories a day, and you need to learn a lot really quickly, and then your f*ck up rather badly in some way or other. And it also means you're often interviewing people and making a complete arse of yourself because you have very little idea what questions to actually ask them.
Still, it's all good.** Payday on Thursday. New staff starting soon so hopefully I'll get more time for blogging when I'm not working 12 hour days.***
** Except that I start work quite early in the day and so this means a 5:40 wake-up time. After my first week on the job I took my social life outside, shot it, had a photo taken of myself in fatigues standing over its sad little corpse, and then had its head mounted and put above the fireplace in the den.
*** I am turning into one of those bloggers who only blogs to apologise for being so busy they haven't had time to blog! I have lost all respect for myself as a human being.