Katherine's Diary Entry
Dear Diary,
I have become the Prime Minister of Australia! No, I don't really understand how this happened either, but I digress. As I somewhat expected, being Prime Minister is an extremely difficult job. I woke up, got ready as per usual and ate breakfast whilst my advisers debriefed me about the day's events.
I was due for a radio interview about any potential changes I plan to make to the current government policies, particularly border protection. It was alright. I answered questions without much difficulty, however that was mainly due to the planning I did prior with my subordinates. The real trouble came afterwards, when I was stopped for a interview whilst I was getting into the Parliament House. It was annoying, to put it bluntly. There were cameras and microphones and overly pushy journalists. I gave them the best responses I could, although they were rather half-hearted now that I think about it, and went on to the party meeting.
We didn't discuss anything fancy, mainly tactics and party policies. The purpose of these meetings is to reinforce party unity and help us work as a team, but I can't help feel as if everyone was kind of aloof and distant. Perhaps I'm over-thinking it. It was my first day on the top job, it's normal to be nervous and over-perceptive . . . I think.
After a full day's work I went home and read some news on my laptop. It still feels so surreal, reading about myself in big newspapers like The Age and Herald Sun. Despite my better judgement, I scrolled down to read the comments on these articles. Not too much hate, but there were the occasional degrading messages. Can't say I didn't see that coming. Everyone judges you. The media, the Australian public, fellow politicians. I'm pretty sure my own party judges me.
But that doesn't matter. I know I may not be the best PM the country has seen, but I'm determined to not be remembered as the worst.
tl;dr: Taking care of a country is hard.
I have become the Prime Minister of Australia! No, I don't really understand how this happened either, but I digress. As I somewhat expected, being Prime Minister is an extremely difficult job. I woke up, got ready as per usual and ate breakfast whilst my advisers debriefed me about the day's events.
I was due for a radio interview about any potential changes I plan to make to the current government policies, particularly border protection. It was alright. I answered questions without much difficulty, however that was mainly due to the planning I did prior with my subordinates. The real trouble came afterwards, when I was stopped for a interview whilst I was getting into the Parliament House. It was annoying, to put it bluntly. There were cameras and microphones and overly pushy journalists. I gave them the best responses I could, although they were rather half-hearted now that I think about it, and went on to the party meeting.
We didn't discuss anything fancy, mainly tactics and party policies. The purpose of these meetings is to reinforce party unity and help us work as a team, but I can't help feel as if everyone was kind of aloof and distant. Perhaps I'm over-thinking it. It was my first day on the top job, it's normal to be nervous and over-perceptive . . . I think.
After a full day's work I went home and read some news on my laptop. It still feels so surreal, reading about myself in big newspapers like The Age and Herald Sun. Despite my better judgement, I scrolled down to read the comments on these articles. Not too much hate, but there were the occasional degrading messages. Can't say I didn't see that coming. Everyone judges you. The media, the Australian public, fellow politicians. I'm pretty sure my own party judges me.
But that doesn't matter. I know I may not be the best PM the country has seen, but I'm determined to not be remembered as the worst.
tl;dr: Taking care of a country is hard.
Tharu's Diary Entry
I slept in an extra fifteen minutes, since I had been reading over the budget, to double-check where funds were going, late last night. At about 6:20am I had finally gotten showered and changed and went downstairs for breakfast. I helped my wife prepare most of it, as she rushed to get the twins ready for school; they both had show-and-tell today. My wife dropped the twins off at their primary school, on her way to work and I had to drop my eldest, and only daughter off at the station, on my way to the city.
I was at the broadcasting station’s building by 9:30 for a talk show segment. The show hosts were going to ask me questions about the recent cuts to school funding. I did my best not to get riled-up by the know-it-all tone of the radio show host. I held a calm and level voice so that listeners could see me as a reliable and able man, perfectly capable of running a whole country, who knows what he’s doing.
After a handshake and salad sandwich, I left, getting ready to go to one of the schools in the state. It was what happened when I got there, that would be the high-light of my day. I was shaking hands with eager and chatty children who would not let me pass by, without a word, when something oblong and white, came flying past my ear. It hit the linoleum floor at my feet, with a wet slap. I couldn't help smiling , as I tried not to laugh out loud, in the middle of a school building crammed with young eyes and students.
By the time I got to my office, everyone already knew about the vegemite sandwich. Some of the party members were joking that the use of a vegemite sandwich to hit the Australian Prime Minister may have been an expression of patriotism. Personally, I think the 15-year-old was too young to even understand, let alone make a political statement.
Just before I left the office to go back home, I was reminded of a cabinet meeting that would be held the next day. Tomorrow’s also going to be a long day. Hopefully with normal lunches that don’t get thrown at your face.
I was at the broadcasting station’s building by 9:30 for a talk show segment. The show hosts were going to ask me questions about the recent cuts to school funding. I did my best not to get riled-up by the know-it-all tone of the radio show host. I held a calm and level voice so that listeners could see me as a reliable and able man, perfectly capable of running a whole country, who knows what he’s doing.
After a handshake and salad sandwich, I left, getting ready to go to one of the schools in the state. It was what happened when I got there, that would be the high-light of my day. I was shaking hands with eager and chatty children who would not let me pass by, without a word, when something oblong and white, came flying past my ear. It hit the linoleum floor at my feet, with a wet slap. I couldn't help smiling , as I tried not to laugh out loud, in the middle of a school building crammed with young eyes and students.
By the time I got to my office, everyone already knew about the vegemite sandwich. Some of the party members were joking that the use of a vegemite sandwich to hit the Australian Prime Minister may have been an expression of patriotism. Personally, I think the 15-year-old was too young to even understand, let alone make a political statement.
Just before I left the office to go back home, I was reminded of a cabinet meeting that would be held the next day. Tomorrow’s also going to be a long day. Hopefully with normal lunches that don’t get thrown at your face.