Letting The Plumber In
I’m in a rush. A big rush. In fact, I’m in such a rush that I really shouldn’t be writing this blog post at the moment. It’s definitely not a good use of my time, especially when I walk significantly slower when I’m typing on my phone. I should probably be running home at this point, rather than just walking. Why am I in a rush? Well, in just under five minutes, a plumber is coming to my house to deal with my blocked drains. Local to Fairfield, which is where I live, there has been a massive problem with blocked drains recently and unfortunately, I’m not immune toit. I wanted to get the problem fixed as soon as possible, which is why I accepted the first available appointment offered to me by the drain plumber. I probably shouldn’t have done that, seeing as I’ve put myself under such intense…
Not A Plumber
My brother is the most frustrating person in the world. He’s always been different to other people in the sense that he doesn’t care what anyone thinks, doesn’t listen to people’s advice and actively goes against what people say when they try to be too helpful. He’s a handful and really hard to connect with, which has made it very difficult to be his sister. I am especially frustrated with him right now. He’s studying to become a plumber at the local TAFE and he’s refusing to organise his placement. He needs to do his placement and be an apprentice for several years before he can become qualified and I am so angry at him for wasting his time and throwing opportunities down the drain. Pun not intended – I’m too angry to laugh. He is literally never going to become a qualified drain plumber if he doesn’t put the…
The Big Break
Beneath the streets of Melbourne, Rebecca the rat scurried through the sewer pipes. She had heard rumours of a major leak, and as a photographer, it was her job to document the goings-on of the sewers. If by the time she arrived, the leak had already been fixed and cleaned up, then she would miss her chance of getting a good enough shot to help her win the best photograph of the year competition. Now that Melbourne had employed Remy and his network of rat plumbers, there weren’t many leaking or blocked drains. Melbourne sewers had become so efficient, in fact, that the rat traffic had decreased by nearly two hundred percent since Remy was first employed. Rebecca thought the guy deserved a raise, but she supposed he wouldn’t be too bothered either way. It seemed like he was currently too busy campaigning for his royal coup to care about…