Project 289 - Day 42 : Just Mad About Mary and Max

Ah good old Tuesday. If it wasn't for the fact that cinema tickets are dirt cheap, it would have to be the most useless day of the week, save for the fact that by the end of it you are one step closer to Friday!

I started off today with a return to walking after a long break due to extreme laziness, and too much socialising (hey at least I am honest!), hitting the footpath at 5 a.m. in a bracing 9 degrees. Refreshed and energised and as always questioning my sanity at getting up so early - I interrogate and interrogate my sanity but it never answers; it just looks around and mumbles incoherently... should that tell me something?! - I headed off to work, threw myself into the endless emails and Outlook tasks that greet me, and finally somewhere around 9.30 got breakfast. Now usually all I do is pour the cereal, grab some water in my cool sleek metallic drinking container and walk back to the desk, and possibly have a quick look at my private emails before hitting the official inbox again. 

But today, trying to multitask, and carry some cleaned up catering trays back to my desk at the same time as taking back my vittels, I put the cereal, water and packet onto the trays and.... ended up looking like room service. As if I don't look like a servant enough as it is in my current role as an Executive Assistant. How much more 'Downstairs' do I want to look ?! LOL Apparently I long for utter servitude, and so I took the photo below, to show just how the years of service in the Cubicle of Death and Greyness have affected me..... plus it does look like I was really planning on breakfast in bed which frankly would have been nice!!

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That night, after a fun-filled day of 3 hour management meetings and endless tasks (Yippee!!), I met my gorgeous guy at Dendy Cinemas for another foray into the cinematic wonders of indie movies. Tonight's pick was "Mary and Max", an Aussie claymation movie about an 8 year old girl in 1970s Melbourne, and the 43 year old Asperbergers Syndrome New Yorker she becomes penpals with through a completely random event. It was a delight, managing to be both hilariously funny, touching, and heart-rendingly poignant all in 90 minutes, and I think it safe to say I have never been so emotionally impacted by claymation characters before. A truly beautiful film, both visually and thematically, and one that will make you realise how valued and important our true friendships should be. An absolute gem, followed naturally enough by some Indian food at Tamana's, just down the road in King Street.