'The Maxwell Diaries'

Monday, September 12

Stuck in traffic. My next-door neighbour said that if I cut down Elizabeth Street I would save time and avoid the crush. She must really hate me. Resolve never to speak to her again.

Tuesday, September 13

Rough night. Damned pillow won’t sit flat. Try to punch it into submission but eventually fall asleep trying. Will ring and abuse manufacturer in the morning.

Wednesday, September 14

Collected mail from mailbox. Postman has creased my copy of Who magazine and Brad Pitt is now looking his age. Disillusioned and angry, I get in the car and try and find that damn post guy. This had to be deliberate. No luck. Will stakeout the front yard for tomorrow’s delivery.

Thursday, September 15

Told the police sergeant that the AVO request was an overreaction. He seemed unsympathetic to my situation even when shown the damaged magazine. Slug of a man wants me to pay for a new post bike. This would never happen in a fair society.

Friday, September 16

Bank queue longer than usual. Finally get to the front and the asshole puts up a “use next teller” sign. The only other teller has some old duck counting out her deposit in five cent pieces. The tellers are enjoying this. Once again forced into passive submission with a deliberate go-slow. Bugger it, I will use the ATM. Another black mark for the unions.

Saturday, September 17

Woman in the supermarket cut in front of me at the checkout. Asked to see the manager but he refused to intervene. Smug cow claimed she didn’t see me. Never going back to that store when basic human rights are so blatantly abused. Before leaving store I put all my frozen goods back in the cereal section. That will teach them.