Kazza Spazza

Karen is still blogging. And I don't know why I'm doing the same twenty minutes before I have to leave to catch my PK quiz.

She's still taking photos of everything that stays still long enough. I found some recent photos of the Alpha girls at K. Sharon and Colleen look lovely. Nostalgia.

It was fun, working with girls more or less my age. Ismat only has three years on me but for all I can tell she could be in her thirties. I miss some aspects of Alpha. Mainly those that didn't involve working. Like flailing my arms with Sibel to Mika. Like sharing sexy stories with Sevil, even though I really probably shouldn't have. Like sitting in the dispensary with Karen, perving on Adam Levine in M5 videos. Like planning and failing diets with Sibel, who one day ate nothing but fruit and the next shared with me a family-size packet of cookies.

Greenwood is fun in its own way. When the Apivita rep was buying hot chocolates for me and Glenda before beginning our training, Glenda told me about Ting, whose handbag was snatched from under the door of her toilet cubicle, and by the time she pulled her panties on and chased after the culprit they were already gone. I exclaimed that if it happened to me, I'd run out in my bare arse because two seconds' worth of dignity doesn't compensate for losing $500 worth of stuff. Glenda then said "what if you're in the middle of something where you can't just get up and run after them?". We paused for two seconds to visualise this, and burst out laughing.

And now this is completely irrelevant but I suddenly remembered something Jez had said to me a little while ago. That we fit together like corresponding puzzle pieces.

I wonder if he has ever said this to anybody else. Or thought of saying it. Because ... we kind of think alike ...