For anyone who’s experienced international arrivals at Melbourne Airport recently, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Last week’s return flight from Singapore reminded me yet again why our airport consistently ranks among the most frustrating entry points in the developed world.

The two-step immigration process seems deliberately designed to create chaos. Picture this: tired travelers shuffling through dimly lit corridors, searching for mysteriously hidden kiosks scattered about like some bizarre scavenger hunt. Then comes the real fun - joining a queue that snakes through a bottleneck so narrow it would make a sardine uncomfortable.

The post-Christmas shopping frenzy is upon us, and like many others, I’ve been contemplating whether to brave the crowds for a new suit. The last time I purchased one was for a wedding three years ago, and honestly, it’s starting to show its age. Plus, those pandemic kilos aren’t doing any favours to the fit.

Wandering through the CBD yesterday, I noticed the usual suspects - Myer, David Jones, and various boutiques - all sporting their red and white sale signs. The discounts look impressive at first glance, but experience has taught me to be skeptical of those “up to 70% off” claims. They usually apply to that one hideous paisley tie nobody wanted in the first place.

Something remarkable happened at Flinders Street Station tonight that restored my faith in humanity. A woman fell onto the tracks with her mobility scooter, suffering a head injury, and without hesitation, several bystanders jumped down to help her. The scene unfolded on Platform 9, where quick-thinking individuals transformed into heroes in an instant.

What struck me most wasn’t just the immediate response of those who jumped onto the tracks, but the coordinated effort of everyone involved. While some provided direct assistance - including one person who literally gave the shirt off his back to help stop the bleeding - others were alerting authorities and managing the emotional aftermath. A young woman showed incredible presence of mind by comforting and directing distressed families away from the scene.

As I sit here in my cozy home office, sipping on a freshly brewed coffee, I couldn’t help but think about the ongoing debate surrounding working from home and its impact on productivity. The recent discussion on this topic has got me thinking - is working from home really a productivity killer, or is it just a matter of personal preference?

The conversation started with a user describing the chaos of their commute to work, with many people sharing their own experiences of traffic jams, delayed trains, and the frustration that comes with it. Some argued that working from home is the key to unlocking productivity, while others countered that it’s essential to have face-to-face interactions with colleagues to get the job done.