What do I do?

I spent this morning manning the Planning Institute of Australia's stand at the careers expo at Darling Harbour. At one stage, I collared two skanky long-haired 15 year olds who tried to steal our pens (the youf today, I tells ya). But I was also asked by about twenty different people, 'what do planners do'?

And I have to say, I have absolutely no idea.

I didn't tell them that, mind you. I tried to tailor my response to the audience. If it was a school kid, I said 'You remember 'Sim City'? Well it's like that' and if it was a fifty year old looking for a career change I went into some spiel about using life experience to plan for cities and their people. And if it was a skanky 15 year old, I said 'Stop trying to distract me and give me back my pen you little peckerhead'.

I think it went well!

Also, not wishing to tempt the gods or anything, but it has been unusually warm today. So much so that my dripping wet shirt I had washed the night before dried on a coathanger I was carrying on the walk from Darling Harbour to work. I say unusually warm because, for those of youse OS, it has been rain rain rain in Sydney town. My last three weeks of soccer have been RAINED OUT.

I'm off to go save the children of Uganda for $30 on Oxford Street tonight. It's easy, cheap and surprisingly First-World-Guilt free! Find out how you can do it here.