The Toga Party

Although I’d accepted the offer to study full time, I’d yet to inform my employer as such. Exactly one week later, resignation letter in hand, I began the trek from my desk to my boss’s office. It was less than twenty metres in total but I was sweating as though I’d run a marathon. I felt a medal, banana and cup of Gatorade were warranted upon arrival, it was the least he could do.

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The Offer

It all started in January; that’s when the offers arrived. Given my single status some may be inclined to think I had many a gentlemen caller come a knocking on my door. But alas, that was not the case. Seventeen years after my last rendezvous with Australian academia I had decided to return to university.

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