In Other Words

Curves

It’s been a good week. Still no Internet access, that’s why I’ve been slow to post, but for the rest it has been a good week. First off I was called on Monday by the book shop mentioned in my last post, whether I would like to come down for an interview on Friday. In other words, they liked my whacky letter and that made me happy. Sometimes it pays to gamble, especially if you have little to lose and a lot to gain.

Furthermore I spoke of a survey research thing last week. They called me up and invited me in for a training session on Monday. I went and was directly called up the next day to work. For the last two days I worked and I’ll be working again tomorrow. If things go well then I should be able to milk somewhere between fifty to seventy hours a fortnight. Not enough, but it will do while I’m waiting for other things to go through.

I’m really hoping to get the bookshop job. That would be a full time job, which would be great cause then I wouldn’t have to worry about hours all the time like I’ve had to do with all the other jobs I’ve had so far. The only two things that could go wrong is that 1) they don’t want me and 2) they wont pay me enough to make the job worth it.

It’s amazing how much difference a bit of work can make in your life. I guess it’s just that bit where you manage to push yourself above the absolute poverty line and feed yourself. I still miss the good times that were made affordable by having a bit more money. I miss them quite a lot, actually, but at least things are largely back on track. Now it’s just a matter of keeping them on track for another six months and then either getting a full time long term job in Australia (with a possible PR), or getting the hell out and finding somewhere else to hide away for a while.

I would prefer option two, but I don’t know if our budget will allow it. I don’t know if we can actually survive anywhere with what one person can save up in six months. Damned government with their damned xenophobic policies.

When the money is coming back in then I’ll have time to think about things outside of my immediate sphere of existence. That would be nice, it’s almost like I can feel myself sliding into stupidity. It’s as if the hickeshness of Perth is seeping into my blood and mind. Soon I’ll be wearing suspenders and start chewing on a stalk of grass. When that’s happened, well then I’m only one step away from cowdom. I mean, I already produce white stuff, so little would have to change there.

Anyway, so I’m better. Let’s hope this time it lasts a little longer than the last few times, aye?

posted by Symbol @ 12.5.05