This claims to be written at 11:50pm on Thursday, however I was in Newcastle at the time.. I'll get to that.

about 3.30pm, I tried calling the solicitor again, this time I got through. He said he tried to call me back, but that I didn't leave my number. He didn't have any issue contacting me yesterday morning however.

I told him that what was going on was unacceptable, and this needed to be sorted out. I will not put up with people getting around making false accusations, and allegations about me, with either no or fabricated "evidence", I will not allow this defamation to go on.

I told him that we need to have a meeting, so that this can get sorted out. He told me that the De Facto is working Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday next week, so it will not be possible until next Thursday. That's not really very good, this should be sorted out sooner, and I told him that, however there is nothing I can do about it.

I told him how I had been up all night and morning throwing up bile, and for this situation to continue, is just completely unacceptable.

I got off the phone, I was angry again.

A little while after this I rang a solicitor, I had his home number, and he wasn't at home, so I just left a message with his wife (I assume).

I wanted to speak to the guy in IGA that I know, since I wouldn't get a chance to see him again probably, seeing as I won't be in the plaza any more. I didn't have their phone number, and I couldn't find it.

I tried calling centre management to get it, no answer. I tried again a few minutes later, still no answer. I tried ringing the pharmacy in the plaza, since they are near IGA. The woman told me she couldn't get the number for me.

I tried centre management again. still no answer.

I found the number of the florist in the plaza, since I spent a fair bit of time in there recently, fixing an SDSL link my friend setup, before he was killed, and one of the devices failed. I called them, the guy answered, I told him what was going on, he couldn't believe it.

He went and got the number for me, and then we chatted a bit more. He told me that if I wanted to get him a card with my details on it, then he would contact me to fix his computer.

I called IGA after that, and spoke to the guy I know in there, I let him know what was going on, and said it had been nice knowing him, but that I most likely wouldn't be in the centre again.

I bummed around for a while.

I went and sat inside. I chatted to Mum for a while.

I can't remember what happened for a while here, Dad came home.

We started having dinner, and my mobile rang, it was the survey guy that had rung me last night. I gave him my landline number, came and sat on the phone for about 10 - 15 minutes, doing a survey.

It's basically to find out what I think about the fact that Southern Comfort is reducing the alcohol content from 35% to 30%. I said I wouldn't care as long as the price decreased, but it's not, so it would effect my choice of buying it. I've got a chance of winning $250 or something, so that's not too bad.

I went back inside.

The guy I had been speaking to in the carpark on Monday, where the conversation was overheard that perhaps caused all this issue, called me. He told me what he had found out.

All the equipment had been moved upstairs at midnight on Tuesday, and when they did, they were trespassing, since he is the leaseholder of the premises where the equipment was, and he didn't give permission for them to go in there. While they were there, they cut all the network cables running into the rack, including all the patches that run to the desks in the office space.

When the new tennant who is moving in there shortly finds out, he will go ballistic. This news made my day.

I told him that I was pretty certain of starting up my business, and would be sorting it out tomorrow. He offered to be a partner, or financial assistance, or technical assistance, anything. I told him I would have to do some business viablities, and work out if I wanted a partner or what, and that I would get back to him tomorrow.

The solicitor I called, called me back, I told him the story, and he told me that there wasn't much I could do about the defamation, because you have to prove that damage has been done, and your reputation has been effected, and you need affadavids (sp?) to be able to prove it. He basically told me not to worry about it.

He said that the main legal claim I could make was to do with my pay. The pay I had received was not the correct award rate for System Administrator (I was classed as a "Technical Office Junior" or something similar), and that I was also possible entitled to holiday pay, to casual termination (2 or 3 hours pay), superannuation, and that I needed to be provided with a group certificate.

He told me to contact Industrial Relations, tell them what had happened, they would make up a claim, and get back to me before the meeting next Thursday, and then I can call them and tell them to have a cheque ready.

LOL, I would love do it, but it wouldn't help my case that I wasn't doing anything wrong, or being malicious, since that probably would be, even though I am entitled to a lot more money than they paid me. We'll see. If the meeting does not go well, and I don't get an acceptable result, then I will be contacting IR, making that claim, and getting compensation. If it all gets sorted out, then I'll just walk away, and have nothing do with any of those people again.

The guy seemed pretty interested in, and I told him that his advice made feel better, and it did.

I sat back and watched tv for a while. My mate who broke his wrist called me, for a chat, I started to tell him what was going on, when his money ran out (calling card). He rang me back a few minutes later using change, it ran out after a couple of minutes.

I thought, "gees, I might as weell just go up there and talk to him". He rang me again about 20 minutes later, and asked what I thought about going up to Newcastle. Yeah, whatever, it's only an hour away. It was now 10.20.

I pissed about for a couple of minutes, getting my cd player and spare helmet, then I jumped on the bike, and took off. I checked the trip counter, it looked like it said about 125, cool, another 100ks at least of fuel left.

I got on the freeway, about 2/3 of the way there, my bike started mucking around, uh oh, is there something in the fuel line? I looked, and the trip counter was on 235, and I was out of primary fuel. Hmm, the trip counter must have been on 185 or something.

I turned it to reserve, got in the slow lane, and travelled at 100km/h. I was doing mental calculations, trying to work out how far I can go on a litre (about 16/17 km, based on that I get about 240k/14L fuel), how much I had left (3L reserve), and how far it was to go (about 40km), with 3L of reserve fuel, that will get me about 48km, maybe up to 51km, and I have to go 40km. hmm.

I got off the freeway at the Newcastle exit, headed along the link road, went into the first petrol station, fueled up, and fit 16L of fuel into the 17L tank. I had a few km left of fuel, but only a few. It was now 11.20pm, I was supposed to be getting in the CBD in a couple of minutes.

I headed into the CBD, spotted my mate outside a bar chatting to a chick. I found a park, and wandered over. It was now about 11.30, good timing.

The chick was from an advertising agency, that are responsible for the advertising on the backs of dockets from one of our large department stores.

My mate had mentioned me, and how I was starting a business (why do people keep thinking "I might start a business" == "I'm starting a business").

She gave me a spiel about how her advertising works, prices, contact details.

I'm not even sure if I'm going to go through with this whole thing yet, and I don't even have a business name.

We left that pub, it was packed anyway, and we headed to a pool hall, it was shut, we then went to a different pub, my mate bought me a birthday drink. It was his birthday a couple of days ago.

We had a chat about what had been going on, how I would probably start my business, and things like that. I bought him a birthday drink after that, and we sat and chatted a bit more.

I was feeling ok now, after all the stress and stuff from earlier in the day, it was now all OK, after hearing about the damage to the network cables, and the advice the solicitor had given me, this could all just work out ok.

About 1am, we decided to leave, he asked me what I was like pillioning, and I said fine, I've been dragging a few people around on the back recently. He asked if I had an issue with taking him down the freeway, nup.

We went across the street, and got some food, then we headed back to his place. He packed up a few things, we loaded the bike up, and headed back down the coast.

We stopped off at a petrol station (the same one I stopped at earlier), got a couple of drinks (those ones with the guano in them (yes, I know it's not guano, that's bird shit, I'm trying to be funny here)), hung around for a few minutes, and then kept going.

I'm not sure of the times involved here, but I think I got home about 3.30am, or maybe 4am.

We sat and chatted for a while, he'd brought a drink down with him. so we got into that.

I ended up going to bed about 5am, and I left him mucking around with email.

Oops, time to start tomorrow's post.