How sweet it is. Love. Romance. Courtship. It is one of the joys of living. Even those who live in Canberra, the public servants of our nation, the faceless drones who make this country tick over, the paper pushers, the decision makers, the conservative – yes, they all crave love and affection. So when a Department of Immigration party is underway and the alcoholic-free beverages are flowing, the endless chatter about work is heard and fake smiles are being bounced around like the new email leak, love is on the mind. At least it was for one. A gentleman who attended a recent departmental party met a girl who could have been the girl of his dreams. His Cinderella. There she was. There she wasn’t. The party ended and he knew nothing but her name. So what does he do? Does he run around Canberra with her glass slipper, seeking the truth to her identity? Sadly, no. This is the modern age. The new century. He emails thousands of employees in the Department of Immigration address book desperately seeking those who attended the party with a princess by the name of ‘Olivia’. Is this her Prince Charming? Breaking all the rules and ever famous departmental ‘Code of Conducts’ in his bid to find true love and risk an official caution, or even dismissal? Time will tell. But let us all hope this Prince Charming, so foreign in our national capital, finds his Cinderella before the clock strikes twelve. Awwww....
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