But the stress is beyond not worth it. I arrive at 8.30am, don't take breaks, and only 30 min lunches. In two days I have amassed 92 voicemails. I cleared 68 emails today and have another 43 to check tomorrow
I'm told by management not to reverse late payment fees but when it's escalated he doesn't even look at the acc just tells me to reverse it.
I have had nothing but screaming people about a $ 15 late payment fee and jam officially fed up.
Yes it's great money but collections is not for me.... So what is????
Monday, 10 October 2011
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
To You...
Dear you.
To the person who thought not training staff was ok, I can confirm it isn't but I am coping just about. To the guy helping me and letting me bug him to death, thank you so much.. but it also won't EVER happen because your sideburns are extraordinarily massive.. so you may stop starring at the ladies. Although I appreciate that is hard to do. They are epic.
Speaking of which, to the men who stared and to the people who sold me veg much cheaper than the woman stood next to me with the beard, thanks for not telling me my top THREE shirt buttons were undone. And on that note, thank you bra for being a push up. Love cheap strawberries.
To the couples having picnics and the people doing exercise in the park during office hours, screw you!! Or tell me how you manage to live such a laid back wonderful life.
To the bloke I caught videoing the girls playing netball today on your mobile phone, I reported you to the school. Sick freak.
To the person I have the unfortunate luck to share a room with, for GODS sake fucking change your bedsheets because they are brown and your pillow is covered in yellow grease and old blood, stop sleeping in your clothes because they stink of shit, stop expecting me to clean up the mud you bring in with you every day, stop stealing my food because you think I won't notice, don't ever dare borrow my towels again purely because yours is rancid with 5 weeks of dirt on it, and do me a favour.. shut the FUCK up when you come in pissed and coked out of your head every night. Arse hole. Oh and to the other person sharing my room, blow you fother mucking nose you sniffley sick bastard. I am sick of hearing it and imagining the snot going down your throat.
To my friends and family back home, I miss you. And sorry I missed the boat to send Christmas presents home on.. I shall store them and they will be February presents!! Glad tidings mid year or whatever that saying is..
To the bakery where I bought a chicken wrap from today, what the holy smeg were you thinking putting egg in there??! I nearly choked on my own vomit of unexpectedness!
To the vending machine man, please do hurry up and put more water or whatever in the black tea selection because walking all the way upstairs to the one way system kitchen is a ball ache.
To my feet, thank you for getting me to places and sorry you are so scarred.
To anyone reading this in time, what should I have for tea??
And finally. To those I am in love with, I love you. Long time :-)
To the person who thought not training staff was ok, I can confirm it isn't but I am coping just about. To the guy helping me and letting me bug him to death, thank you so much.. but it also won't EVER happen because your sideburns are extraordinarily massive.. so you may stop starring at the ladies. Although I appreciate that is hard to do. They are epic.
Speaking of which, to the men who stared and to the people who sold me veg much cheaper than the woman stood next to me with the beard, thanks for not telling me my top THREE shirt buttons were undone. And on that note, thank you bra for being a push up. Love cheap strawberries.
To the couples having picnics and the people doing exercise in the park during office hours, screw you!! Or tell me how you manage to live such a laid back wonderful life.
To the bloke I caught videoing the girls playing netball today on your mobile phone, I reported you to the school. Sick freak.
To the person I have the unfortunate luck to share a room with, for GODS sake fucking change your bedsheets because they are brown and your pillow is covered in yellow grease and old blood, stop sleeping in your clothes because they stink of shit, stop expecting me to clean up the mud you bring in with you every day, stop stealing my food because you think I won't notice, don't ever dare borrow my towels again purely because yours is rancid with 5 weeks of dirt on it, and do me a favour.. shut the FUCK up when you come in pissed and coked out of your head every night. Arse hole. Oh and to the other person sharing my room, blow you fother mucking nose you sniffley sick bastard. I am sick of hearing it and imagining the snot going down your throat.
To my friends and family back home, I miss you. And sorry I missed the boat to send Christmas presents home on.. I shall store them and they will be February presents!! Glad tidings mid year or whatever that saying is..
To the bakery where I bought a chicken wrap from today, what the holy smeg were you thinking putting egg in there??! I nearly choked on my own vomit of unexpectedness!
To the vending machine man, please do hurry up and put more water or whatever in the black tea selection because walking all the way upstairs to the one way system kitchen is a ball ache.
To my feet, thank you for getting me to places and sorry you are so scarred.
To anyone reading this in time, what should I have for tea??
And finally. To those I am in love with, I love you. Long time :-)
Saturday, 1 October 2011
3 Months Since I Left..
.. and almost 2 months since I have lived in Australia. Time is flying past and I like it. As much as I enjot meeting new people and what have you, I still have that longing to come home. Howvever.. as mentioned in previous posts I think it's more a yearning for my own space. I get to see a couple of apartments this week but none are available till mid October. Just got to hang on in there a little bit longer.
I was looking to switch hostels but it would appear I am in the cheapest that doesn't have rats. Buggery.
Anyway!! Let me give you fans a wee update! I started working for Origin but was so completely DICKED by my agent who got me in there I decided to leave for a job with Aus Post. And so far.. so good!! I get to set my own times to work, I get my own ledger that is just for me to control. I get to run reports and work off a timetable that I create... honestly.. it's like that episode from Friends when Monica gets her lable maker out... I AM IN ORGANISED HEAVEN!!
I am though terribly missing my new found mates at Origin. I seem to have just waltzed into the place and made.. hopefully... some friends for life. Or at least some aquaintences that I can drop in on should I ever come back travelling. "Well..!" ;-P
We went out on Friday actually and I got obscenly shit faced... and righty so because I spent $200 doing it!! I got barred from having any more shots in one bar which well fucked me off because I proper wanted to try this new one. I have found a new love thanks to Michael... vodka with brown sugar and lime.. FIT!
I met Adam, one of Greene's friends who was lovely but so has the weirdest poshest Irish accent ever! We three were watching inbetweeners back at Andrew's and I think I may have passed out because I remember watching it then waking up under a sleeping bag.. woops. Thanks though boys for not drawing on my face or anything.. can't say I would have been so good to you had the tables been turned.
In other good news, it appears to be getting warmer! I have lost my wooly hat to the mess that is the top shelf on the wardrobe but it's ok now there is sunshine. There was one hell of a storm the other day mind!! The ligthtening and thunder was extreme. LOVE a good storm.
I have found a new place to eat too and fuck ME is it nice. It is called Vegout, recommended to me by Stephen before he left. And I am full on hooked. It is basically a vegie curry house and for $8.80 you can get half a tub of rice and 2 curry types. I adore the pumpkin curry. It does me for two meals as well so its rate cheap! Iove dipping in a spinach and ricotta roll too. A thousand billion calories but who cares when it's orgasmic.
Well... I had written more but it appears the blog didn't like it so it deleted. TWAT!!! But as a last minute thought.. if those who have skype but have not added me... Tim Deering, and those who should get skype so I can call them more often.. Alistair and Vicky.. my skype name is lizrow. I am currently 10 hours ahead of you but when your clocks go back, I will be 11 hours ahead. Bare it in mind when you want to call or text me :-) that goes for you too CK. Texting at 3am my time will result in a severed penis.
To end it like TJ... have a wonderful day xx
I was looking to switch hostels but it would appear I am in the cheapest that doesn't have rats. Buggery.
Anyway!! Let me give you fans a wee update! I started working for Origin but was so completely DICKED by my agent who got me in there I decided to leave for a job with Aus Post. And so far.. so good!! I get to set my own times to work, I get my own ledger that is just for me to control. I get to run reports and work off a timetable that I create... honestly.. it's like that episode from Friends when Monica gets her lable maker out... I AM IN ORGANISED HEAVEN!!
I am though terribly missing my new found mates at Origin. I seem to have just waltzed into the place and made.. hopefully... some friends for life. Or at least some aquaintences that I can drop in on should I ever come back travelling. "Well..!" ;-P
We went out on Friday actually and I got obscenly shit faced... and righty so because I spent $200 doing it!! I got barred from having any more shots in one bar which well fucked me off because I proper wanted to try this new one. I have found a new love thanks to Michael... vodka with brown sugar and lime.. FIT!
I met Adam, one of Greene's friends who was lovely but so has the weirdest poshest Irish accent ever! We three were watching inbetweeners back at Andrew's and I think I may have passed out because I remember watching it then waking up under a sleeping bag.. woops. Thanks though boys for not drawing on my face or anything.. can't say I would have been so good to you had the tables been turned.
In other good news, it appears to be getting warmer! I have lost my wooly hat to the mess that is the top shelf on the wardrobe but it's ok now there is sunshine. There was one hell of a storm the other day mind!! The ligthtening and thunder was extreme. LOVE a good storm.
I have found a new place to eat too and fuck ME is it nice. It is called Vegout, recommended to me by Stephen before he left. And I am full on hooked. It is basically a vegie curry house and for $8.80 you can get half a tub of rice and 2 curry types. I adore the pumpkin curry. It does me for two meals as well so its rate cheap! Iove dipping in a spinach and ricotta roll too. A thousand billion calories but who cares when it's orgasmic.
Well... I had written more but it appears the blog didn't like it so it deleted. TWAT!!! But as a last minute thought.. if those who have skype but have not added me... Tim Deering, and those who should get skype so I can call them more often.. Alistair and Vicky.. my skype name is lizrow. I am currently 10 hours ahead of you but when your clocks go back, I will be 11 hours ahead. Bare it in mind when you want to call or text me :-) that goes for you too CK. Texting at 3am my time will result in a severed penis.
To end it like TJ... have a wonderful day xx
Friday, 2 September 2011
Nowt a bit of fish won't sort...
What an interesting day! Slash boring for those who don't like staring at architechture..
It started off with a brief visit to a recruitment agency who greeted me with "hello, thanks for signing up. We have no jobs that meet your skills set at the moment. Thanks for coming though we will bear you in mind"... Super. Great. Thanks. So slightly disheartened and already in the city I figured I would actually go and see these bloody cathedrals I had promised myself over the last 2 weeks I would go see.
And I tell you what.. SMALL frigging world AGAIN happened. The first one I went to was St Pauls. I was met in the doorway by a lovely volunteer pensioner who asked where I was from -turns out her son in law is from Chester and they now live just up the road from my mum in Sheffield!! She then turns around and says to this other pensioner man, "Victor dear this lovely lady is from Chester in England". "Ooh!" he says, "I bought this jacket in Chester! Isn't that cathedral lovely" - weirdamundo!
St Paul's was very nice and it was weirdly placed in the middle of the CBD so it was surrounded by skyscrapers and state of the art museums. I then went off to St Patricks which was equally as stunning. I did however accidentally stumble into a "saced ceremony".. woopsie.. I left pretty sharpish and kept my eye out for the mid day prayer team to evacuate the building. But whilst the place was gorgeous inside with its orange stained glass windows, it was pretty boring. Also I was shouted at by an ugly grumpy old man when I accidentally walked up onto the priest vicary persons only bit.
Because I was shouted at I left in a huff lol but was stopped for a bit of a talk by this other old pensioner dude who was simply a weird legend! He had very thin white hair that had been shaved, liver spots all over his face, hands and arms, a snotty hanky as is standard with anyone over 67, a crooked back and a walking stick. In a very Australian accent he says "don't pay any attention to that miserable ol' bastard!" - he immediately had my respect and attention from that moment on!!
He showed me a statue of a priesty vicary person (whatever you are when you are catholic) who he advised had baptised and married him, and buried his parents. He told me which schools he went to and where his kids husbands and wives were from. He told a couple semi racist jokes which were hilarious!! as politically incorrect as that is.. but who gives a crap if it is genuinely funny. He asked where I was from and where I was going. I confirmed St James' cathedral was next and he gave me some directions. He was a proper lovely old gent!.... And then he asked if I wanted to get in his car.
Cue awkward moment!! I was like "erm.. no that's ok thanks though!" he explained he was going to Victoria market for some fish so it was quite alright to just get in his car and have him drop me off. I again said no that's fine thanks I will get the city circle tram it's fine.... then FROM NO WHERE he said "oh right no problem. My sister in law died this morning". Shock and horror arrives on face!! I didn't know what to say other than "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!!" And like it was completely reasonable he declares "ah well, nothing a bit of fish won't sort. See ya now, enjoy ya stay!" - and off he went!!!
Old people proper rock. They have the best stories!! I hope I get to be old enough to tell stories and not be phased by the death of family members because there is a tikka masala near by.
I am coming up with a plan guys... I am thinking when my visa runs out here in Australia (12th August 2012), I am going to fly over to Vietnam, then take a flight over to Dehli to meet Tracy and Steph (who WILL be there.... you will) in September. I want to do a 4 week tour of India offered by Real Gap and then after that, take a train over to Nepal and climb the Himalayas! Figure that will take 2-3 weeks, then head back to England for a month before shipping back out just in time to spend a week in Sydney for the New Year (gotta see them fireworks), then hop over to NZ to do some more working.
Of course the plans will change by that time but you never know!! Years go by so quickly these days. I am feeling very very old at the moment. I need to get working very badly.
We will see :-) ciao bella x
It started off with a brief visit to a recruitment agency who greeted me with "hello, thanks for signing up. We have no jobs that meet your skills set at the moment. Thanks for coming though we will bear you in mind"... Super. Great. Thanks. So slightly disheartened and already in the city I figured I would actually go and see these bloody cathedrals I had promised myself over the last 2 weeks I would go see.
And I tell you what.. SMALL frigging world AGAIN happened. The first one I went to was St Pauls. I was met in the doorway by a lovely volunteer pensioner who asked where I was from -turns out her son in law is from Chester and they now live just up the road from my mum in Sheffield!! She then turns around and says to this other pensioner man, "Victor dear this lovely lady is from Chester in England". "Ooh!" he says, "I bought this jacket in Chester! Isn't that cathedral lovely" - weirdamundo!
St Paul's was very nice and it was weirdly placed in the middle of the CBD so it was surrounded by skyscrapers and state of the art museums. I then went off to St Patricks which was equally as stunning. I did however accidentally stumble into a "saced ceremony".. woopsie.. I left pretty sharpish and kept my eye out for the mid day prayer team to evacuate the building. But whilst the place was gorgeous inside with its orange stained glass windows, it was pretty boring. Also I was shouted at by an ugly grumpy old man when I accidentally walked up onto the priest vicary persons only bit.
Because I was shouted at I left in a huff lol but was stopped for a bit of a talk by this other old pensioner dude who was simply a weird legend! He had very thin white hair that had been shaved, liver spots all over his face, hands and arms, a snotty hanky as is standard with anyone over 67, a crooked back and a walking stick. In a very Australian accent he says "don't pay any attention to that miserable ol' bastard!" - he immediately had my respect and attention from that moment on!!
He showed me a statue of a priesty vicary person (whatever you are when you are catholic) who he advised had baptised and married him, and buried his parents. He told me which schools he went to and where his kids husbands and wives were from. He told a couple semi racist jokes which were hilarious!! as politically incorrect as that is.. but who gives a crap if it is genuinely funny. He asked where I was from and where I was going. I confirmed St James' cathedral was next and he gave me some directions. He was a proper lovely old gent!.... And then he asked if I wanted to get in his car.
Cue awkward moment!! I was like "erm.. no that's ok thanks though!" he explained he was going to Victoria market for some fish so it was quite alright to just get in his car and have him drop me off. I again said no that's fine thanks I will get the city circle tram it's fine.... then FROM NO WHERE he said "oh right no problem. My sister in law died this morning". Shock and horror arrives on face!! I didn't know what to say other than "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!!" And like it was completely reasonable he declares "ah well, nothing a bit of fish won't sort. See ya now, enjoy ya stay!" - and off he went!!!
Old people proper rock. They have the best stories!! I hope I get to be old enough to tell stories and not be phased by the death of family members because there is a tikka masala near by.
I am coming up with a plan guys... I am thinking when my visa runs out here in Australia (12th August 2012), I am going to fly over to Vietnam, then take a flight over to Dehli to meet Tracy and Steph (who WILL be there.... you will) in September. I want to do a 4 week tour of India offered by Real Gap and then after that, take a train over to Nepal and climb the Himalayas! Figure that will take 2-3 weeks, then head back to England for a month before shipping back out just in time to spend a week in Sydney for the New Year (gotta see them fireworks), then hop over to NZ to do some more working.
Of course the plans will change by that time but you never know!! Years go by so quickly these days. I am feeling very very old at the moment. I need to get working very badly.
We will see :-) ciao bella x
Sunday, 28 August 2011
I've Been a Wee Busy Bee Me!
There is a new Scottish guy in my room! However, he doesn't have blue eyes or blonde hair which is my usual prerequisites before jumping on a person, but he IS Scottish. YAY! Love Scottishness :D
I've been very busy today. And I have also discovered coffee and a love for prunes on my weetabix. I have also discovered that these three things put together make for quite considerable belly ache if you are not within immediate walking distance of the toilet. Will need to work on the balance of eating and drinking these items together before I errupt or my room mates are rocket propelled into the walls by any slight coffee/prune escapage...
But yes.. anyway. Moving quite swiftly on...busy. I went to bed late so waking up at 10am was acceptable. I washed my whole duvet because it occured to me whilst watching the bed changing teams that all they do is change the duvet cover (or dunna cover as the Aussies would say). This means that people who have slept in the beds for weeks.. or months.. will leave with them all their sweat and probably vomit. I don't know about you but I am not particually down with other folks sweat and vomit mixing with my own. So a nice thorough, high temperature wash and tumble dry was in order. It now smells pretty :-) times of good.
I then met Mr Scottish and had a talk with him. He seems nice enough and supports both Man U and Rangers so we had a good football talk to, slagging off the poor financial decisions Rangers have made this season and debating whether Ally will get a bit better as time goes on. He then confirmed he loves the F1 too - I have met a legend!
I was off then to Victoria market armed with a list of things to buy. I filled my 30 litre RAF bag to the limit with veg, fruit and meat and bought a pair of joggers to kick start the fitness regime I am yet to plan. I was however slightly very MIFFED at the stupid Chinese woman who served me at the butchers part of the market. I asked for 1kg of minced beef which she provided at a very hefty sum of $8.60. I handed my money over slightly confused about how much that was, walked round the corner and saw the exact same meat sold by another butcher for $2.95 per kg. Robbing Chinesers!!
THEN I did a dickheaded thing and panic bought a kitchen item. The market was shutting up shop and I desperately needed a tin opener. I looked around and the cheapest was $5. I then spotted a massive tool thing for $3 that boasted being a knife grinder, a pizza cutter, a garlic press, a tin opener and a bottle opener. I was so impressed I just launched the money at the man and ran away in case he realised what he had just sold me for so little without properly reading the back of the packet. When I got back I realised it wasn't at all any of those things but was infact just a knife grinder and the other things were additional products you could buy in that range. I didn't realise this though till I had tried really hard to peel a carrot with it and bash the garlic to smitherines. In front of people. Embarrasing. It got worse when I had to apologise and ask people not to judge me when I went back into the bin to fetch the packaging to find out just why on earth I couldn't get the pizza cutter out of it.
In the end, with the correct tools provided by the hostel, I made a really really lot of bologanise which is now resting merrily in the freezer. I have ten tons of veg left over so tomorrow I will make fajitas to freeze. Tomorrow too I intend to spend on the beach reading. Might as well get the quiet time in before I start working. I've applied for an evening job for after normal working hours in the office, and provided I get it it should be cash in hand and pay for my rent every week doing 3 shifts so.. fingers crossed!!
Tonight Matthew I shall mainly be watching the F1 . That finishes at 12.45am my time and then at 1am it is Man U vs Arseholes so I think I'm going to have to be wide awake for that. Therefore I better go make some more coffee.. and stay away from the prunes.
In a while crocdile.
I've been very busy today. And I have also discovered coffee and a love for prunes on my weetabix. I have also discovered that these three things put together make for quite considerable belly ache if you are not within immediate walking distance of the toilet. Will need to work on the balance of eating and drinking these items together before I errupt or my room mates are rocket propelled into the walls by any slight coffee/prune escapage...
But yes.. anyway. Moving quite swiftly on...busy. I went to bed late so waking up at 10am was acceptable. I washed my whole duvet because it occured to me whilst watching the bed changing teams that all they do is change the duvet cover (or dunna cover as the Aussies would say). This means that people who have slept in the beds for weeks.. or months.. will leave with them all their sweat and probably vomit. I don't know about you but I am not particually down with other folks sweat and vomit mixing with my own. So a nice thorough, high temperature wash and tumble dry was in order. It now smells pretty :-) times of good.
I then met Mr Scottish and had a talk with him. He seems nice enough and supports both Man U and Rangers so we had a good football talk to, slagging off the poor financial decisions Rangers have made this season and debating whether Ally will get a bit better as time goes on. He then confirmed he loves the F1 too - I have met a legend!
I was off then to Victoria market armed with a list of things to buy. I filled my 30 litre RAF bag to the limit with veg, fruit and meat and bought a pair of joggers to kick start the fitness regime I am yet to plan. I was however slightly very MIFFED at the stupid Chinese woman who served me at the butchers part of the market. I asked for 1kg of minced beef which she provided at a very hefty sum of $8.60. I handed my money over slightly confused about how much that was, walked round the corner and saw the exact same meat sold by another butcher for $2.95 per kg. Robbing Chinesers!!
THEN I did a dickheaded thing and panic bought a kitchen item. The market was shutting up shop and I desperately needed a tin opener. I looked around and the cheapest was $5. I then spotted a massive tool thing for $3 that boasted being a knife grinder, a pizza cutter, a garlic press, a tin opener and a bottle opener. I was so impressed I just launched the money at the man and ran away in case he realised what he had just sold me for so little without properly reading the back of the packet. When I got back I realised it wasn't at all any of those things but was infact just a knife grinder and the other things were additional products you could buy in that range. I didn't realise this though till I had tried really hard to peel a carrot with it and bash the garlic to smitherines. In front of people. Embarrasing. It got worse when I had to apologise and ask people not to judge me when I went back into the bin to fetch the packaging to find out just why on earth I couldn't get the pizza cutter out of it.
In the end, with the correct tools provided by the hostel, I made a really really lot of bologanise which is now resting merrily in the freezer. I have ten tons of veg left over so tomorrow I will make fajitas to freeze. Tomorrow too I intend to spend on the beach reading. Might as well get the quiet time in before I start working. I've applied for an evening job for after normal working hours in the office, and provided I get it it should be cash in hand and pay for my rent every week doing 3 shifts so.. fingers crossed!!
Tonight Matthew I shall mainly be watching the F1 . That finishes at 12.45am my time and then at 1am it is Man U vs Arseholes so I think I'm going to have to be wide awake for that. Therefore I better go make some more coffee.. and stay away from the prunes.
In a while crocdile.
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Melbboouurrnneeee
Ah man I have been shite at updating you lot!! To be honest though there hasn't been much to tell you.
I was stopped by customs actually! And they conviscated my bag which was a tad embarrasing as the whole scene was witnessed by 200 ish other people. I found out that Australian border control is REALLY UNFORGIVABLY STRICT!!! I had forgotten I had my trekkin shoes in the bottom of my RAF bag which were full on covered in soil. It's illegal to bring soil from t'other countries into Aus apparently.. or something like that.. so yeah, had to give them the bag to go and clean. Which you know is sort of a bonus because they did give it back to me and it and my shoes were nice and clean so, can't complain really! it was just a ball ache having to wait around 20 minutes for the cleaning to be done when I was shattered and I was starting to get a hangover from too many free gin and tonics. Thank you Emirates - sincerly. That was a class flight.
I arrived at the Coffee Palace (CP) hostel in Melbourne, escorted by an amazing guy from Cyprus who took us on a sort of unofficial midnight tour. He attempted to point out the NAB office by saying it was a giant rubix cube but I just couldn't see it. Later on in the week when I did a tour of the city I immediately saw what he meant and he is correct, the NAB head office in Melbourne is indeed a giant rubix cube!
The folk at the CP were really nice and I met Marielle, Kev, Paul, Lisa and D'Lara - all German and all in the same room. The word Palace in the title though is ever so slightly misleading... there were mice and bed bugs everywhere. Marielle found one in her bag eating her crackers!! So I moved out after 4 nights into a place called the Ritz for Backpackers. Apparently I have secured the best bed in the best room of the hostel which is groovy - our room is sort of unique in that we have a kitchen area, a fridge and a toilet - the others don't and I've seen the others too.. pretty cramped with limited storage where as ours is huuuuuge with tons of storage!!
I today decided I would like some stability so have booked in here till at least the start of January and depending on how things go, will keep with it till end of March when I look to move on to Adelaide. I've met some really good people here like Angie, Ronan, Becca, Claire and Louis but R, B and L have gone to Brisbane and A is leaving in 3 weeks. C moves out this weekend :( Ronan used to wake me up at 2-3am pissed for a hug and to tell me about his day, and then randomly tuck me in at 5am so I will miss him loads lol. And Becca and Louis are sooooo funny!! One day I will have to meet back up with them because they proper rule!!
I sort of have a job. It was confirmed yesterday I had a job doing inbound collections and this morning had a phone call to say everything was sorted and pay rates were confirmed and was just waiting for paperwork and start date. 5 hours later I get another phone call saying that offer to me has actually been withdrawn because they think I can do so much better in their company so they are apparently trying to get HR to sign off on an outbound role for me with more money.. but its not a formal offer and is going to take longer to come through so I am faced with the prospect of waiting for this job to happen and at the end of next week, have nothing.
And it is STUPID expensive to live here. There is no Primark or equivilant for clothes so today I spent $100 on 2 pairs of trousers, 2 vest tops, a bra and a pair of shoes. All were in the sale as well!! However I have found out that Topshop deliver to Australia for free so LOOK OUT TOPSHOP ONLINE!! Rowlands is coming...
Capstone/Acenden crew.. I have sent you a postcard :D And thankfully I bought two of the same card because I wrote the address completely wrong. Talk about repression haha already forgotten where you are!!
Ooooh I went on a Great Ocean Road tour for the day on Tuesday and it was fantastic. The weather was beyond perfect, I met a lovely couple called Roy and Joanna, the tour guide Anthony was HILARIOUS!! and of course married.. aren't they all. The views were amazing and I went in a helicopter!!! it probably wasn't worth the $75 I paid for it because it was only 6 minutes but at least I can say I have been in a helicopter now :D
I've had a realllllly bad hair cut. It was already fudgingly short because the stupid Thai woman cut it so short but it was straggly at the back so I asked this hairdresser here in Melbourne to just tidy it up for me and she has basically made it so short it looks like I've shaved it on grade 2. I look like an ugly Russian shotputter on a bad 70's throw back day because she left my fringe as it was. Such bad times.
They are doing school disco night tomorrow night so I guess I will go to that. I need to get my sleeping pattern back in order ready to start working 9-5 shifts so I'm going to try proper hard to get up at 9am tomorrow and go explore the city a bit more tomorrow. I want to go see the cathedrals.. or I may wake up, look at the weather and go read on the beach. I am reading The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown at the moment and my heart actually races with fear for the characters!!! Going to go read some now actually... have a super fun day you lot - its 10pm here :D
I was stopped by customs actually! And they conviscated my bag which was a tad embarrasing as the whole scene was witnessed by 200 ish other people. I found out that Australian border control is REALLY UNFORGIVABLY STRICT!!! I had forgotten I had my trekkin shoes in the bottom of my RAF bag which were full on covered in soil. It's illegal to bring soil from t'other countries into Aus apparently.. or something like that.. so yeah, had to give them the bag to go and clean. Which you know is sort of a bonus because they did give it back to me and it and my shoes were nice and clean so, can't complain really! it was just a ball ache having to wait around 20 minutes for the cleaning to be done when I was shattered and I was starting to get a hangover from too many free gin and tonics. Thank you Emirates - sincerly. That was a class flight.
I arrived at the Coffee Palace (CP) hostel in Melbourne, escorted by an amazing guy from Cyprus who took us on a sort of unofficial midnight tour. He attempted to point out the NAB office by saying it was a giant rubix cube but I just couldn't see it. Later on in the week when I did a tour of the city I immediately saw what he meant and he is correct, the NAB head office in Melbourne is indeed a giant rubix cube!
The folk at the CP were really nice and I met Marielle, Kev, Paul, Lisa and D'Lara - all German and all in the same room. The word Palace in the title though is ever so slightly misleading... there were mice and bed bugs everywhere. Marielle found one in her bag eating her crackers!! So I moved out after 4 nights into a place called the Ritz for Backpackers. Apparently I have secured the best bed in the best room of the hostel which is groovy - our room is sort of unique in that we have a kitchen area, a fridge and a toilet - the others don't and I've seen the others too.. pretty cramped with limited storage where as ours is huuuuuge with tons of storage!!
I today decided I would like some stability so have booked in here till at least the start of January and depending on how things go, will keep with it till end of March when I look to move on to Adelaide. I've met some really good people here like Angie, Ronan, Becca, Claire and Louis but R, B and L have gone to Brisbane and A is leaving in 3 weeks. C moves out this weekend :( Ronan used to wake me up at 2-3am pissed for a hug and to tell me about his day, and then randomly tuck me in at 5am so I will miss him loads lol. And Becca and Louis are sooooo funny!! One day I will have to meet back up with them because they proper rule!!
I sort of have a job. It was confirmed yesterday I had a job doing inbound collections and this morning had a phone call to say everything was sorted and pay rates were confirmed and was just waiting for paperwork and start date. 5 hours later I get another phone call saying that offer to me has actually been withdrawn because they think I can do so much better in their company so they are apparently trying to get HR to sign off on an outbound role for me with more money.. but its not a formal offer and is going to take longer to come through so I am faced with the prospect of waiting for this job to happen and at the end of next week, have nothing.
And it is STUPID expensive to live here. There is no Primark or equivilant for clothes so today I spent $100 on 2 pairs of trousers, 2 vest tops, a bra and a pair of shoes. All were in the sale as well!! However I have found out that Topshop deliver to Australia for free so LOOK OUT TOPSHOP ONLINE!! Rowlands is coming...
Capstone/Acenden crew.. I have sent you a postcard :D And thankfully I bought two of the same card because I wrote the address completely wrong. Talk about repression haha already forgotten where you are!!
Ooooh I went on a Great Ocean Road tour for the day on Tuesday and it was fantastic. The weather was beyond perfect, I met a lovely couple called Roy and Joanna, the tour guide Anthony was HILARIOUS!! and of course married.. aren't they all. The views were amazing and I went in a helicopter!!! it probably wasn't worth the $75 I paid for it because it was only 6 minutes but at least I can say I have been in a helicopter now :D
I've had a realllllly bad hair cut. It was already fudgingly short because the stupid Thai woman cut it so short but it was straggly at the back so I asked this hairdresser here in Melbourne to just tidy it up for me and she has basically made it so short it looks like I've shaved it on grade 2. I look like an ugly Russian shotputter on a bad 70's throw back day because she left my fringe as it was. Such bad times.
They are doing school disco night tomorrow night so I guess I will go to that. I need to get my sleeping pattern back in order ready to start working 9-5 shifts so I'm going to try proper hard to get up at 9am tomorrow and go explore the city a bit more tomorrow. I want to go see the cathedrals.. or I may wake up, look at the weather and go read on the beach. I am reading The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown at the moment and my heart actually races with fear for the characters!!! Going to go read some now actually... have a super fun day you lot - its 10pm here :D
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
Seriously...
EVERYTHING I see, go past, look up.. reminds me of Craig.
- I go to Cambodia and the ONLY knickers in Siem Reap are CK ones so I am walking around with his name on my arse all day long
- I go to Singapore and what are they advertising on MASSIVE building wide advert screens?? CK
- I go to look up where Nichlson street is in Melbourne and the street next to the WRONG Nicholson street on Google maps is Calder street (Craig's dogs name)
- I look up the CORRECT Nicholson street and the street next to it is called Elgin street!! (Elgin is where his daughter was born)
- I meet 3 Scottish lads today.. loose connection I know but still.. Scottish
- I go to a museums and see war stuff and planes and think "Craig would love this"
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