I woke up late, at some point the volume had been adjusted on the clock radio, and I hadn't heard it.

I wasn't in the mood for getting up anyway, after having probably close to 30 drinks last night, so I lay in for ages, and eventually got up, and went and had a shower and got dressed.

I didn't eat anything this morning, usually I have a couple of bits of toast.

I went to work, and bumped into the woman who works in the mail room, that's going out with the contract DBA. She told me that she's been crook the last couple of days, and she went to the doctor about it, and he told her that she had food poisoning, and probably got it from the pies we ate on Monday.

I went to my desk, started doing some work, and the project manager arranged a meeting.

I got an email about a presale on tickets to go and see Tim and Neil Finn in concert, at the Opera House.

I tried calling around my mates, but as usual, no one would answer their phone.

I was pretty hungry, and went out and had morning tea, that was convenient, I was just thinking about going across the road to get some junk food.

While we were out there, they told us that another set of shirts had come in, (the shirts they've had made up, with "Geological Survey of NSW" embroidered on them), I went and had a look.

Someone asked if I had mine, and I said I didn't think I was entitled, as I'm a contractor. They asked how long I'd been there, and I said over a year, and then the project manager said that I'd probably be there for another year too, so they let me have a couple of them.

I took them back to my desk, and tried on one of them, seems like a good fit, I decided to leave it on.

The little guy from royalty was being smart, and ringing my phone and hanging up. I just ignored it, I wasn't going to be near my desk anyway.

We went into the meeting, ended up being in there for 1 1/2 hours, and then when we came out, I went up to see what was going on for lunch.

They were looking at a bunch of photos they'd taken around the office, and then the senior DBA said he was going for a drive.

The little guy from royalty, and the senior DBA and I went and got in the car, and he drove back to the pub, uhh, that's not really a drive, I could have walked here in about a minute.

The senior DBA said he was going back to the room, so the little guy and I went to get some lunch.

The little guy wanted to go somewhere that was a TAB agent, so he could bet on a horse race running in a little while, because the cranky old guy has something to do with one of the horses running in it.

He wouldn't tell them which horse it was, but the little guy knows someone who works at the track or something, so was able to call up, and find out, and he wanted to bet on it.

We went to the club, where we'd been last night.

There was about a million people in here. WTF's going on?

I waited for a while, and couldn't really be bothered, I only want a sandwich or something anyway. The little guy put his bet on, and I used the ATM, got some cash out, and then we left, and kept going, to look somewhere else to find lunch.

We walked around the corner, and went past a little cafe, we saw the director and the deputy director general in there, eating lunch.

We kept going, went into the mall area, and went to a little fast food place. The little guy got a chiko roll, and I got a toasted sandwich and a drink, which cost $6.85, a bit steep I thought.

We walked up the road, and I went to newsagent. I wanted to buy a ticket in the $25 million draw in a couple of days.

I waited for ages and ages, there were a couple of people in front of me, buying about 20 different lotto tickets, with all different registered cards, and then just chatting.

I got a bit fed up, eventually another chick working in there asked what I want, and I told her I wanted an autopick in the $25 million draw. She asked how many games I wanted, and I said whatever I could get for about $3, while holding $3 something in my hand.

She said something about 20 games, and a few more, which I thought was a bit weird, but didn't query it, and then she ran the tickets up, and said that it was $19.80 worth.

WTF? She must have thought I said $20 instead of $3, I couldn't be bothered arguing, perhaps I'll actually win with one of the games I wouldn't have got, so I paid the $20, took the tickets.

We continued wandering, and went into the pub on the way back to work, since the race the little guy bet on had been run by now.

We saw the support guy from work, the little guy asked him if the race had run, it had, and then he asked how the horse had gone, it had run last.

The little guy wasn't too happy, he just screwed his ticket up, and threw it away, without even bothering to get it checked.

We walked back to work after that, and I went to my desk, and worked, I was feeling a bit crook for some reason.

I got a call back from Dell, they'll come and fix my keyboard tomorrow apparently.

I then got a call from the manager of royalty, he'd invited us to dinner the other day, and he wanted to confirm that we were still going.

I told him that I didn't know what was going on, because the senior DBA had gone back to the room at lunch time. He told me that if he wasn't going, and I wanted to, then he's come and pick me up.

I told him I'd give him a call later, when I had a chance to speak to the senior DBA.

I got off the phone, and then I got a call from an external client, something about the email system being broken.

I told him that I didn't know anything about it, I don't work in IT, and that he'd have to ask the email support guy about it. I told him that it probably was broken though, because I know they've been screwing around, they replaced the mail gateway with some exchange/notes gateway.

We then chatted for a bit, and got off the phone.

A little while later, I finally got a call back from my drummer mate, who I'd tried to call this morning about the Finn tickets, he said he was interested in going, and we chatted for a bit.

I then tried to call my other mate, who plays lead guitar, to see if he wanted to go, but he didn't answer his phone.

I logged into the site, to try to get the tickets anyway, and found that they were all sold out already.

I sat around for a little while, and then left work, and went back to the room.

The senior DBA was sitting in the room, reading a No Idea magazine, or Women's Weekly or something.

I asked him what was going on with going to dinner, he told me he'd go, so I sat around for a minute, and then called the royalty manager, and told him we were coming, and found out what time to get there,

I went and sat in the bar after that, while I waited for the senior DBA to get ready. I was starving, so I had a packet of chips, and drank a gin and tonic.

The senior DBA had come down, and went across to the other pub, while I finished my drink. My mate who I'd tried to call earlier messaged me.

I called him, (not pissing about trying to have a conversation over SMS), explained about trying to get tickets to see the Finns, but they were sold out anyway.

He told me that it was probably just the presale that was sold out, not the whole thing, so I should try again to get the tickets.

I chatted to him a bit, and then I got off the phone, finished my drink, and left the pub.

I went across to the other pub, found the senior DBA, speaking to the guy from CCB. He offered him a lift home, and he took it, so we left, and went and got in the car, and headed to the royalty manager's place.

We stopped off on the way, at the bottle shop, and spent a fair while looking around for a bottle of wine that didn't have preservative 220 in it.

We found one, bought it, and then kept going, we dropped the guy from CCB off at the place he's staying, the house where the woman who works in the mail room lives.

We continued to the royalty manager's place after that, parked, and went in.

We were there for a few minutes, the manager's kids were served their dinner, and the rest of us sat there chatting, and drinking the wine, and snacking on crackers and dip/cheese etc.

We had dinner, meatballs, which were interesting, rolled up ham, and bacon or something, and then baked for a while, they were pretty good.

After dinner, we were chatting about the kid's billy cart, and then we went out to look at it, and the kids dragged it up the hill.

We watched them have a few rides on it, they didn't even need the brakes they'd rigged up, at the end, they just do a 180 degree turn to negate all the momentum.

They had 4 or 5 runs down the hill, and then we went back inside, to have some desert.

The senior DBA felt sick all of a sudden, and we decided to leave.

We drove back to the pub, and the senior DBA went up to the room.

I stayed down in the pub, had a couple of gin and tonics. I went and played the pokies, and went around all the pokies, winning a couple of bucks here and there.

One machine kept paying, so I sat and played that one for a while, I kept getting the feature on it, and ended up winning $30.

I got my money out, and went back to the bar, to get another drink. The senior DBA came down, and I shouted him a squash, and we sat and listened to the woman playing the guitar and singing.

We realised at this point, that it's our last night staying in the pub. We're supposed to be able to move into the house behind the pub near the station on Monday.

A little while later, the bar guy came around, collecting the glasses, and telling people that it was last drinks, and it wasn't even 10pm.

We went back to room, and I went to bed, hopefully for the last time, in the pub.