Coming home on the train on Tuesday night I felt we paused a little too long at a station about 3 stops from my joint…a little too long meaning 25 minutes. I was happy off in ipod land for a time, fantasizing and vaguing out, but eventually I grew impatient for the marvellous spread of toast and avocadoes that awaited me at home. A crumby announcement was broadcast throughout the train telling us to ‘get off’.So like sheep we trudged off only to be told, 

‘Hello city rail passengers and other idiots…the driver and other crew on the train have had a disagreement and have decided that in order to not delay any other trains they have to terminate this service’. 

It was so ridiculous that I laughed. The business dude next to me surprised me with a passionate outburst.  

‘Jesus Christ, that’s the worst fucking excuse I’ve heard yet. What fucks!’  

I nearly asked for his number….he spoke my language! 

I think this week on average has been one of the more exciting working weeks of my life. I have worked pretty hard, but the best thing is feeling an amazing sense of fulfilment at what I have achieved. I was asked to do a freelance TV gig for a great production company that make a hell of a lot of comedy shows. It was a 2 day gig that went to 3 and then 4 days. I got to write and brain storm with the coolest people and they took me seriously and wanted to hear what I thought about their TV show. It was pretty surreal. I would love to blab on about who I met and what I did but I want to be asked back again so I am going to use some tact and say that I really admired the team and sitting across from one of Australians best comedians and him saying that he thought my work was great was one of the most thrilling moments.

I think the best thing is that I got to prove my abilities as a writer and a researcher and I was treated like part of the team. Mega cool. (not one of my most talented phrases).

I floated home yesterday after I talked to the head of the production company about a couple of show ideas that I have had and that I am working on with Celeste and Tom. The funny thing was that I was saying that we were going to enter one of the show ideas in a pitching comp…he said ‘well before you do that you should bring it to us!!!’

Fuck man. It still makes me laugh.

Note to self, make TV show idea real good.

I think even with the stress and shit that I went through earlier in the year I couldn’t have dreamt up the opportunities that I have been given. Really since I was about 9, when I first watched an episode of French and Saunders, all I have ever anted to do was write and perform comedy on TV. I bloody live and breath production notes, who is doing what, who is funding what, who is crewing what……blah lah blah.

This afternoon before I left the production company Nick, the head of the company asked me if I would like to visit the set of their new show Stupid Stupid Man, series 2. Ah like yes please

For me being on set is a bit of a drug. I love being around actors and crew and feeling the creative energy.  This show is full of fantastic actors…..Wayne Hope, Bob Franklin, Matthew Newton…mental! They were all there. I sat with the director, had a chat, watched the scene being shot.  Matthew Newton introduced himself, lovely stuff. I also had a great talk to Bob Franklin about getting funding for a film he has written! (Sadly I don’t have the money to fund it!). While I was talking to him I couldn’t help but think how much he reminded me of my mate Ted. It was quite mesmerising and weird. I was just totally in awe of it all, while also trying to act like it was something I do each day. Friends will be happy to know I didn’t lunge and anyone and I didn’t say anything overly inappropriate……I know unusual for me.  Now a change of subject. I had an excellent night on Saturday with Trent and Claire. We dined real fine and there were many interesting moments…..one of which was in the cab on the way home. We were chatting away and as we drove across the bridge I glanced across to one of the big hotels and saw a lucky couple having sex in the window.  Instinctively I said, 

Aleisha
Oh my God, look Sex in the window!!!’ 

Trent
What? 
 

Aleisha
Sex…Oh my god they are really going for it…up there(I point vaguely out of the window) 

Claire
What? Where? 

Aleisha
Sex….in the window! 

Cab dirver

Where is de sexy?

Aleisha

                                                     Never mind…you just missed sex in the window…..I am so jealous right now.. 

And I was. Lucky shits. But also voyeurs, well maybe they aren’t the voyeurs and I am but it’s not like I deliberately went looking for people having sex in the window…perhaps they are better described as exhibitionists. Well good on them.  Lastly my time alone at home has come to an end with the homecoming of the delectable Sarah Macca.Welcome home Sarah. We had a chicks night tonight with a bottle of Sav Blanc and perused her India photos. They were spectacular. So much colour and so many funny stories of her and Kath being harassed by Indian men.  It is so lovely to have her home. Now we just need Mick Macca home to complete the three Macca Experience. (For those who don’t know our house is total Macca ville with all three of our names starting with Mc and all of us being called Macca in our everyday lives.) Well actually the only person that ever got away with calling me Macca was Charles Wooley. Even at social events he would introduce me as Maccas…Senator blah blah this is Maccas…..I would then discreetly say ‘um….actually you can call me Aleisha if you would prefer!’ 
Ah Wooley. He is one of my favourite people. He has a great sense of humour and can always make me laugh. The day I officially became single Wooley took me to a little café in Hobart. I was being so strong. I didn’t cry at work. It was a monster effort. I sat in this café and he said, 
‘For fucks sake Maccas stop being such a bloke.’

 And then I cried like a girl.
He then said 2 of the most poignant things that a guy has ever said to me.  The first (and this was said with total respect and charm and without any suspect undertones)
‘Maccas, if I was 30 years younger I would whisk you off to Paris right now because that’s the sort of guy you deserve in your life, someone that will treat you like that!’ and then in the next sentence he said,  ‘You will never remember the pain of heartbreak like you feel it right now. You should cherish it, because each day you will feel a little bit better and you will forget the full force of misery that you are experiencing. Go home and write it all down. You’re a journo (flattering coming from him!) Don’t let go of it, use it!’ 

My response

‘Fuck of Wooley, I just cancelled my wedding, I think I want to die,’ 

Yeah well, he was right. We don’t cherish the moment enough. I am not saying that I ever want to recall that pain again, because I fucking well don’t, but I do feel that one day I will be sitting back thinking, geeze I would love to feel the anticipation of a new relationship again or the expectations that I felt when starting a new job or meeting someone for the first time and feeling that great connection. It’s all magic and we should be appreciative. Well that’s what I think anyway…thanks to my mate Wooley.

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L