what did i do today?

I spent the last few days over east catching up with friends I hadn't seen for a good nine months.

The inevitable questions begin:

How's Perth?
What have you been doing?
Have you settled in ok?

The answer to the first question is: good. Perth is... good. Not fascinating, not adventurous, but good.

The answer to the last question is: I suppose. I'm a nightowl forced into a morning person's regime, I divide my time between my parents' insanely overcrowded house and my boyfriend's nice but somewhat dilapidated share house. I still haven't completely unpacked, I'm not in my own bed. My 'own bed' if we're talking in strict terms is my bed in Orange... the one my former housemate now owns. My other own bed' is in storage, where it hasn't seen the light of day for nigh on 18 months. So have I settled in ok? I guess so, considering the insane circumstances.

The middle question has me stumped. What have I been doing? Well it's a blur of sleep, work, the Graham Farmer Freeway, red wine and breakfast. Apart from that I cannot answer that in a coherent form.

This is where the blur ends. I want to start blogging again if only to have an account of what the hell I've done. Let's be clear and let's disclaim this - I may talk about what I did at work that day, but only on a superficial level. Let's face it, you'd want to tell people if you'd spent part of the day in a monster truck. I don't wish to be dooced. I just wish give people (and myself when I read back in six months time) and idea of what I do. This blog is a reflection of me, not my employer - let's get that straight from the get-go.

So.

What did I do today?

I got up insanely early. For Perth time.

However considering I was still on Eastern Standard Time from my interstate sojourn, it didn't feel nearly so brutal.

And then for work I went to an auction. Yep. A real-life sandpit's worth of dump trucks, forklifts, bulldozers and even a bus. Mining companies were offloading their gear at this unreserved auction. Yeah, you could buy a $1.8million dump truck for a low, low price.

Sure the auction items were big, but so was the auction itself. There were the American auctioneers, calling the auction like a hip hop artist crossed with a square dance caller. There were the animated auction assistants engaging with each block of bidders, staring them down in an attempt to get higher bids.

And then there were the bidders chowing down on the sausage sizzle from the Rotary barbecue and sipping hairs-on-your-chest coffee from the mobile coffee van. They were the boys bidding on the toys.

And I got to watch it all. The big bulldozers rolling past, as the bids were flashed up on the display.

Just for the record, a $26,000 bulldozer is a bargain.