Australasia | Australia | New South Wales | Sydney – There are reasons I normally avoid swimming pools
Well I’m now settling down in Sydney for the next few months. No more wandering around, jumping on and off buses, my shoulders indenting from the ten ton weight on my back.
Anyway, can’t remember where I left off last time, but went to Brisbane after leaving Melbourne reluctantly behind to watch the Australian swimming championships. I have only 2 things to say about that city, if city you could call it. It sucked and it was far too hot. Why a person would voluntarily live there is totally beyond me, talk about a hole with nothing to do. Perhaps I’m being a bit harsh? Nope, I don’t think so!
So successfully managed to escape the dread city after nearly killing myself on many separate occasions. I actually think Brisbane knew I hated it and was trying to do me in.
First near brush with death was during the swimming, every night after it finished I had to leg it to my bus as the pool was in the middle of nowhere with one bus every year or so. Then the bastards started locking the gate next to the bus stop and trying to make people walk the long way around. I think not. If I did that I’d have to leave early. So I practised my commando skills, climbing the barbwire fence, not fun, and sometimes rolling underneath it in the dirt and grime. So one night there I was happily rolling away when I felt a sting. Now, it was pitch dark and I had no idea what it was, and having spent the morning in discussion about the many poisonous things lurking around, I knew the end had come. Sitting on the bus I could feel the poison spreading slowly down my arm. I had my leatherman, but I remember reading that sucking the poison out was no longer suggested. Mmm, should I get the driver to go to a hospital, or wait a few minutes and see whether I dropped dead? I went with the latter, and as I’m sitting here still, I guess you’ve gathered it was a false alarm.
Then the next day I’m legging it for my bus on the way to the last night of swimming, when my toe gets caught in my trousers, I go flying through the air having bent my toe back and land in the middle of the street where I lie for a few minutes contemplating my situation. I get up and hop to the station where the bus has already gone, damn it. Managed to crawl back to the hostel where my foot swells up like a balloon. Yeah, okay I know I’m a hypochondriac, but I’m convinced it was a hairline fracture.
Hah!! Let it try!!!
Made it to Sydney without any more near loss of life. Though on the bus 2 of the passengers were taken out and arrested by the police who had been following us for miles. They got hand cuffed and separated, just like in all the best films. I’ve totally invented a scenario for them, but I won’t bore you with it.
So I got to Sydney and got a hostel in Kings Cross, Original Backpackers for any of you who’ve been here. It’s the one they use in Crash Palace. God Sydney is a total rip off. They charge you a fortune and the place isn’t even clean and there were cockroaches everywhere. I mean, kill me now please.
Was getting kind of worried coz everyone said there were no jobs in Sydney, but managed to get a pretty good one in 2 days.
So now, I’m working at Sydney Ferries in the revenue office as a clerk. Pretty cool job, work right on the harbour and it shifts which is good, apart from the 5am getting up part.
Also found a place to stay, not a hostel. Really great house with this fantastic corner bath. Yes I know I hate baths, but for this I’ll make an exception.
Sydney’s pretty cool, but I think I prefer Melbourne.
Trying to save money, so I stupidly (what was I, insane?) volunteered to be laundry queen at the hostel I’m staying in now, this means that if you do the laundry you get a free night’s accommodation. Yeah, I was thinking a quick 2 hour job then I’m finished, so I just staggered out 6 and a half hours later. Never again!! Well actually I’m doing it tomorrow as well. I’m convinced it’s a rip off, but lets face it. If I’m in the laundry I’m not on the streets shopping, which is a good thing, I think.
Okay, I’m rambling.
I’m going in a bit, but before I do, I just want to inform you about the great injustice which was done to me.
So I’ve got this friend, Eileen, and she was moaning about not being able to get a job, so I told her to go to my agency, she did and got 2 jobs, one of which was for a TV commercial. Can you believe it? Of course I was fuming, so I rang them up and they said they had more spots available. BUT!!!!! They don’t let you take a job unless you come in person, and since I was working all the hours invented until Monday I had to wait, but by the time I got there they were all gone. Damn it!! Foiled in my TV quest!!!
So, anyway, I asked a certain person how it had gone on Tuesday, and can you believe what she said? They rescheduled and she couldn’t make the new time so she didn’t go. Unbelievable!!!! Did it occur to her to tell me so I could grab her place? Nope, it didn’t!! Okay, I know, I’m venting, but a TV commercial!!!!