There are few perks in my job – apart from feeling like I use my brain, knowing in me and for me that I am more than a glorified slave doing washing, cleaning, cooking and picking up clothes (which was how I felt when that was my reality), getting an immense sense of satisfaction knowing I am highly regarded, liked and relied upon and that it well actually pays me. In money! And yes, everyone, I know that is a pretty bloody good wicket. But today, today I got a perk. I got to do this:
It was truly one of the most exhilerating fantabulous things I’ve ever ever done in.my.life. (and it didn’t involve pushing children out of my body and ripping my bits to kingdom come! Who’dathought!)
I was smiling like a cheshire cat for a long long time
It was breathtaking. There are catwalks you walk along that have you directly over Sydney Harbour and eight lanes of traffic. You get the most stunning views of Sydney as well as the scale of the Bridge itself.
People – I stood on the top of Sydney Harbour Bridge. I hung over the edge of railings looking at cars whizzing by. I stood so close to a train going by I could almost have touched it. I saw a container ship going under the bridge that was of such scale we could see the both ends of it depending on which side of the bridge we looked out. We got to touch some of the 6 million rivets holding it together (of which not ONE has ever had to be replaced). We gained a true appreciation of the men who built this bridge, with no safety gear and in some of the toughest working conditions imaginable (granted with a spectacular view of the most beautiful harbour in the world). I walked along catwalks where you could see the water beneath you.
And there were crudites served afterwards, and as my dear friend ED – who is now living in the UK and who I miss more than I ever EVER thought I would – would say, “nothing beats a good crudite”.