I still can't believe the penny didn't drop when I caught the train on Friday. I mean, it was pretty damned clear that Connex had actually halted its entire Melbourne train services, causing general chaos and mayhem, just to honour this momentous occassion! Top blokes, are Connex. Top blokes. I can almost forgive them now for the monthly performance poster they placed at my station today for December... the one where they declared that they were within their monthly performace threshold, so no compensation would be paid.
Normal ranting will commence shortly. Well, after I get my gifts. The magic date for next year is February 2nd, but for now, you can all send me belated celebratory cards, preferably with cash inside. Maybe one of you can organise a party to celebrate. Oh! And make a cake... you can shape it like a duck or something. It could be Batman themed, and we'd have fairy bread, pin the tail on the donkey & methamphetamines. It'll be a fucking blast.
Get busy, you cunts.