There’s a post doing the rounds online at the moment — probably rage bait, probably reposted for the thousandth time — but it touched a nerve with me, and I’ve been thinking about it all morning. The premise: a homeowner hides 100 miniature rubber ducks around their house and leaves a note for their cleaner asking them to find all the ducks and put them in a jar, as a way of verifying that a proper deep clean was done.

The other day, while updating my details at the local pharmacy, I witnessed something that made my inner tech worker cringe. The customer ahead of me recited their phone number in what can only be described as a freestyle jazz interpretation of numerical sequences. “Oh-four-triple-two-double-five-eight-nine…” They might as well have been reading out their grocery list.

Let’s be real here - there’s a proper way to format Australian mobile numbers, and it’s 4-3-3. That’s it. End of story. It’s not just about being pedantic (though I’ll admit there’s a bit of that); it’s about clear communication and reducing errors. Every mobile phone system, every web form, and every database is designed around this format. It’s not a coincidence.

The iconic pub lunch - it’s practically woven into the fabric of corporate culture here in Melbourne. Recently, a discussion caught my eye about someone wrestling with whether to order an expensive steak at a team lunch, and it sparked some interesting thoughts about workplace dynamics and social expectations.

Picture this: you’re sitting at a restaurant with your colleagues, scanning the menu, and there it is - that perfectly marbled, premium cut that’s calling your name. But it’s nearly triple the price of what others might order. The eternal question emerges: will you be “that person”?