Wow, it's been a whole week since I blobbed last. Attempting to be a responsible adult is playing hell with my fun-time.
I can't remember if I mentioned that I got to go for a ride in a helicopter last week. So excitement! But I shouldn't call it a helicopter - that's not the lingo. Nor are planes called planes. It's "rotary wing" and "fixed wing". I can't imagine why these terms are more useful or precise than "helicopter" or "plane", but there you go. I suppose pilots are just like doctors in a way - why say "sweating" when you could talk about "diaphoresis"?
Unfortunately during the flight the cap came off a big thick black permanent marker which was in my pocket and it leaked all over me. Fortunately I wasn't wearing my own clothes. Unfortunately it was on day 2 of a six-week placement and I was wearing the uniform that I had been issued. Fortunately it was a super-duper uniform that is resistant to water, fire, etc etc. Unfortunately it was not resistant to ink. Fortunately there are more of these uniforms around. Unfortunately the uniform costs $500. Fortunately I won't have to pay for it. Unfortunately the taxpayers of Australia will. Fortunately I don't currently pay any tax.