Well it's Tuesday, and it's time for the long weekend to be over and the start of the working week to begin! Have you ever woken up and just had a feeling that today may not be a good day to go out of the house? Well that's the feeling that I had when I woke up this morning. I simple just thought I had this feeling as it was still raining outside and it didn't look like it would ease at all. I quickly checked my phone to see how the weather would pan out for the day, and for the past two days it had told me that it would be raining all morning, while clearing up till about 32 degrees in the afternoon. Plus I had something to look forward to toady. Daryl from The Walking Dead.
When I got dressed and ready for work I headed outside in the rain to catch my bus (with my umbrella of course), and halfway to the bus stop I noticed that my shoes were already started to get wet, which meant that my stockings were getting wet also! I grumbled and walked on to the bus stop, and when I arrived at the street I noticed in a distance two big headlights which I thought belonged to the bus. It seemed it stopped at the bus stop just up the road so I made a dash to my bus stop, which invited the water more into my already wet soaking shoes. When I arrived at the bus stop, I looked up to see where the bus was at, and noticed that it was still sitting at the bus stop up the road. I thought this was a little strange, but thought maybe the bus had arrived extra early and was sitting there to pass a bit of time so it didn't leave early. When it finally took off, I noticed it wasn't a bus at all! It was a truck! Grr!
When I got onto the bus (finally), the bus driver for the first time ever in all my time catching the bus - he was a new driver - wanted to inspect my train/bus ticket extra closely which I thought was a little odd. I then arrived at the station, went to pull out my ticket and... no ticket. I started to pull everything out of my bag! Phone, diary, purse, iPod, you name it... came out. No ticket :( Which meant that I had to buy another ticket. I thought maybe I just couldn't see it in the rush that I was in, so I only bought a day ticket. Once I got into work I completely emptied everything out with no luck. I must have dropped it on the bus.
By this stage I was already frazzled and not really enjoying what the morning had decided to give me so far. So I packed away everything back into my bag, took a deep breath and calmly walked into the kitchen to make myself my breakfast before getting started into work.
About an hour later I found out the person who was suppose to join me to see Daryl this evening, wasn't able to make it, so I started asking a bunch of people - even posted a status on Facebook - asking if there was anyone that wanted to join in. Everybody I asked had other plans, but said they would've loved to but it was too short of notice. Which I completely understood. I also contacted the company and asked them if it was possible to get a refund, and they mentioned that there was no chance of getting a refund. *sigh*
Oh well, despite everything that the morning lashed out at me I did get a lot done with my work and set out everything that I had planned to do. By about 3:30pm the sun did come out and looked like that the weather would be great for the rest of the day. I also left work a little early so I can be waiting in line for the Q & A. I got there 2 hours early, and thought that there would be no one as sick as me to get there this early! But boy was I wrong. There was already about 100 people waiting in line. As well as about 3 zombies which were walking about keeping us company.
As you can tell from the photos that I took, with the help also from couple within the queue who I managed to strike up a conversation with that the people who were dressed up as zombies were really into what they were doing. They didn't break out of character once that I noticed. They were also were handing out channel FX stickers to people within the queue. They even managed to scare a few people who were waiting as well.
Apart from the zombies, there were maybe about two kids who were in line that were dressed up for the event. I had no idea that there was a competition for the best dressed, which I noticed was DVDs.
We then all watched the mid season finale of The Walking dead before Norman came out on stage. A guy interviewed him for about half an hour before handing out questions to the audience. I had no idea what I could ask him, so I didn't ask him a question. I think it was mainly just to see his posture and how he would react to the public in general. I personal think you can learn a lot of person just seeing how they react to the environment around them.
While the questions started flying from the audience I remembered why I sometimes don't like going to things like this. Questions like, "In Season 2 episode 6, where you were playing with the knife what were you thinking..." and "In season 3 episode 2 where you.." things like this make me a little embarrassed for the actors (or in this case actor) on stage. I really wanted to yell out 'WE AREN'T ALL LIKE THAT!' People kept also running up to the stage and handing him gifts of drawing that they made as well as soft toys of kangaroos and koalas.
When it was all over and his 'people' were trying to pull him off stage, fans kept running up to him and asking for a photograph or a signature. So it took him a while to get off stage.
I then headed into the foyer to catch up with a couple of friends of mine who had arrived late as they had a previous engagement. In the midst of texting them 'where are you?', the next thing I knew my friend grabbed my hand and said 'Follow me' before taking me up stairs. We looked about the room, and I realised that they were looking to see if Norman was here. After a quick look around and another phone call we dashed downstairs and walked outside. Another call was received and made a run for the car of a friend of theirs. Now anyone who knows me, knows I cannot run to save my life. After a few minutes I start breathing like I've been a chain smoker for years! I felt in a way like I was in battle and wanted to yell out.."Just go! Leave me behind! I'll only slow you down." But we go into the car and headed towards the city.
They had received a tip that Norman was in the city close by and we were going to wait outside to see if we could get a photo of him. Now personally I felt a little odd - mostly a hypocrite - as I thought the people who were begging for autographs were bad, and here I was chasing him down. Though I thought, hey I guess this is what a paparazzi's who usually do and tried to pretend that I was a paparazzi for the evening. Well I can tell you one thing, it isn't fun at all.
Now when I was a kid, I always wanted to be a private detective. The only thing that stopped me, was that I never really had the patience for it. The waiting around to take a photo of someone doing something wrong didn't appeal to me what so ever. It's not like a TV show, where you wait 5 minutes (trying to make it look like they waited hours), and it's all over. Not by a long shot! We waited and waited and while we waiting there was a drunk aboriginal woman who kept walking by yelling at us to give her 10 dollars. You could smell the alcohol on her breath and as much as I normally would be inclined to hand out a little money, I'm actually broke myself. I also normally wouldn't mention that she was aboriginal, but every time we mentioned that we had no cash she would reply back with "Oh sorry I keep forgetting it's your land!" (or along those lines).
We all waited for what seem like hours with a no show of Norman, before we all decided to pack it in and head off home. I picked up a sausage roll - which ended up being the worse idea ever - and headed off home.
Not a bad day for a Tuesday!
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