I got up, about 9.30am I think it was, and got ready for work.

I took my time, since it was looking really yucky, and I was in two minds about actually going today.

I decided I would go, so I put my waterproof pants on over my trousers.

I'd parked on the street when I got back last night, so that if it was raining, I could go to work, and not worry about dying while getting my bike down the driveway.

The postie had just done a lap of the street, delivering the mail, as I went out the door, I heard him come back up the street. Must have found a letter he missed.

When I went down, he was actually stopped looking at my bike, he said "just come back for another look", I laughed and said gday, and then he took off.

Hmm, leaving my bike out on the road wasn't such a bad idea, the torrential rain through the night had washed most of the crap off it, all the muck that was left from the carpet being on it during the hail storm like a week ago.

I got my stuff together, and I took off.

It was only very lightly raining, so I wasn't that worried.

The front fender of my bike is all torn, and wobbles around, it's really starting to annoy me now.

I got on the freeway, it started raining a little bit heavier. I got fuel, and then I took off again.

It stopped raining a bit further up the freeway, then the road was mainly dry, about halfway to work it started raining again, so I had to slow down a bit.

I was going along, came around a bend, and saw yellow flashing lights. I didn't know what was going on, could have been an accident or something (though they aren't usually yellow flashing lights) so I slowed down a bit, and when I got closer, I saw it was a tar gang fixing up potholes.

It was the stupidest thing I'd seen, it's raining fairly heavily, some roadworker waited for a gap in the traffic, ran into the middle of the freeway with a shovel full of tar, dumped it into a pothole, and then ran like hell back off the freeway again because cars were coming.

I went past at that point, but I assume he waited for another gap, and then ran back into the middle of the freeway to pat the tar down flat into the pothole with the shovel or something.

There's a time and a place for fixing pot holes, in peak hour, when it's raining, on the freeway, is not the time or place.

I got to the end of the freeway, and started going up the highway to work, that bit was annoying, with it being quite wet now.

I got to a set of traffic lights, and I put my foot down, then I felt my leg get all wet, yuck.

I got to work, parked around the back of the building.

I wandered over, and I was lucky, the fire exit door doesn't fully close itself, so I was able to pull it open, and go up the back fire stairs, and in pretty close to my desk, rather than going all the way through the carpark, into the basement, and up the front stairs, through reception, and to the back of the building where my desk is.

It was about midday now, I sat down at my desk, and took my wet clothes off, gloves, jacket, waterproof pants etc.

I didn't realise just much water had got in when I felt my leg get wet at the lights. Now that I had my waterproof pants off, I realised that the whole length of the back of my left leg was soaked, it must have leaked in the side, since that's where the zipper is on the pants.

I've got a huge desk area at work, but I don't use any of it, bar the small bit where I have my pc, and a few papers, so I was able to put the pants up on the desk behind me to dry, and try to dry my gloves etc.

That's one thing I don't like about these LCD monitiors, I can't put my wet gloves on the back of it to dry, like I used to do with CRTs.

I did a bit of work, and then the guy upstairs asked if I wanted lunch, I went up, hung around up there for a bit, and then we went out to lunch.

We went down the road to the cafe, when we went in, the guy from Orange who's taken over IT was in there, sitting by himself, on his phone.

He was only at a 2 seater table, so my mate from upstairs and I sat at a 4 seater table behind him, when he got off the phone, the guy from upstairs made some crack about him being antisocial, and not sitting with us, so then he moved over.

We looked at the menu, then the waitress came and took our orders, we chatted for a bit, and then the food came, we ate that, chatted a bit more.

The guy from upstairs went out for a smoke, I stayed inside with the guy from Orange. It was raining heavily outside again.

We chatted for a bit, and then the guy from upstairs came back inside when he finished his smoke, and we went to pay. The guy from Orange paid for my lunch, that was cool, I'll have to buy him a few drinks or lunch next time or something.

We went out, were debating what to do, since we'd get soaked walking back to work. The guy from Orange had been to a meeting at Thornton, so he'd driven there, and stopped for lunch on his way back, so he still had the company car, it was parked behind the pub across the road.

He said we could wait there, and he'd go and get it, but we decided to go for the walk to the carprak, since it was mostly undercover.

We went past a florist, and they had all stuff out for Valentines day, including a whole bunch of little chilli plants.

The guy from upstairs decided to get one for the librarian, a funny old man who's retiring this month, after working for the department for 43 years or something, since he goes on about chilli.

He went in and paid for that, and we continued to the car park.

We got near the pub, went across the road, the rain was letting up now, and walked through the car park to where the company car was.

Oh, it's a ute, a 2 seater ute, this'll be interesting.

It had almost stopped raining, so I said I'd just walk back to street, but the guy from upstairs and the guy from Orange are like "nah, we'll all fit", so we did.

The guy from Orange got in to drive, the guy from upstairs got in, jammed himself up in the middle, mostly sitting on the centre console, (holding on to his chilli plant all the while), with his head up against the roof, and then I got in and squeeze in between him and the door.

As we were all piling in, I noticed 2 chicks watching us all cram in, I think they were staring, bewildered.

I should have waved.

We drove back to work after that, the guy from Orange almost running a red light (about the only set of lights in the place) to avoid us sitting in the car like that on the main street for too long.

We got back into the car park, and he went around to park in the security parking, having to swing right around to get the car in the right place to be able to reach the card sensor thing.

He swung around pretty fast, and the guy from upstairs asked if he was trying to make him spew.

We got in, parked, piled out of the car, and then went into the basement.

I went back to my desk, the guy from upstairs got out of the lift on 1 too, instead of 2, he said he wanted to give the librarian his chilli, I went in with him, but he wasn't there, so he just left it on the counter.

I went back to my desk, and I did more work, I can't remember what I was working on (since I'm writing this 4 days later).

The guy from upstairs was taking Friday off, he left about 3pm.

I stayed working in the office until about 6.30pm, and then I left, and headed for home.

Annoyingly, I'd not brought my backpak with me, so I had to wear my waterproof pants home, even though the sun was out, since otherwise I'd have nowhere to put the dinner I bought at the supermarket, because the saddlebag would be full with the pants.

Anyway, I wore them back, went and bought food, and then came home.

I ate the food, watched some tv, played the guitar for a bit.

I put on "And Now, For Something Completely Different" that I recorded the other day, and had started watching, I watched the rest of it while I replaced the switch in my mate's Marshall stack foot pedal.

After that, I watched a bit more tv, and went to bed about midnight.