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Jun. 26th, 2009 03:29 pmOnce upon a time I was a public servant. One of my jobs was to be the deskperson for licit opiates at the Department of Primary Industry and Energy. It's been renamed since then, and when I met the guy who was Minister when I was there and proudly told him I had worked at DoPIE, he gave me a dreadful glare and walked away. This made the acronym wholly worthwhile.
It just struck me that if the doped-up wallabies making crop circles had happened when I was in that job, I would have been everyone's first contact point at the federal level. Maybe I should have remained a public servant?
Or maybe it's marsupials determined to make my life interesting. After all, I have links to the kangaroo invasion of the house in Garran, too, since it was the Conflux chef who headlocked the roo in question and put him outside.
I lead a placid existence. Quiet and mostly sane. It's around me that life turns into something out of a nonsense novel.
It just struck me that if the doped-up wallabies making crop circles had happened when I was in that job, I would have been everyone's first contact point at the federal level. Maybe I should have remained a public servant?
Or maybe it's marsupials determined to make my life interesting. After all, I have links to the kangaroo invasion of the house in Garran, too, since it was the Conflux chef who headlocked the roo in question and put him outside.
I lead a placid existence. Quiet and mostly sane. It's around me that life turns into something out of a nonsense novel.