Qantas Jet, flying home

I've only got this long left in Australia:

Back in the USA

I have returned to the land of my fathers. Plane touched down on time and friends picked me up on time. We rode to my friend Mickey’s house in a silver minivan. Not a Mom’s minivan, mind you, but somebody’s work van. Much convenient for baggage and quite unexpected and quite more than I’m used to. Parking in LA is aways hard, but was pretty fun for me just cause… well, I’m home. Had a few scares where I thought we were driving on the wrong side. Getting used to my own place again, so to speak.

I partied it up with my three best friends in the world (in the world!) and then I made my way back. Seems that while I was gone, the homestead got up and moved without me. I said goodbye to my Mom, who was just leaving Palm Springs for Santa Rosa herself, then crashed on a friend’s couch (in grand backpacker fashion). Then I lost my friends cat, more or less. To be fair there is a hole in the wall big enough for a cat so the evidence remains inconclusive.

Eventually we took the trip north to San Francisco for another one of the friend’s 21st birthday. I migrated to Santa Rosa, which is where I’ll live now. I’m back. You can still continue the trip, back to what has to pass as normal, over at the (real) Glot.


Sooner than Expected

It is now very possible that I will not be leaving sometime in late August… but more like sometime in early June. The salesman job has not paid as much as I’d anticipated. And so I’ve quit.

That’s right, quit. I had my two months to get something out of it and I have. A lot actually. But now it’s over. Two weeks ago I was despairing—I was ready to quit. But I worked out a plan. I worked out that I would need to make $500 a week to break the $3000 mark, pay the bills, and get my tourist visa. That hasn’t happened. I’ve worked doubly hard, improved my results, and still… this last week I made (tops) $400. That’s if not one of those ingrates cancels. Bless their hearts for buying from me.

This last week I took a lot of pictures. I took them because, well, I might not have another chance to. In fact, I almost certainly won’t. The last day I went to work was saturday—from here on, I intend to find other gainful means of employment. Much more gainful.

Which is not to say that I haven’t gotten a lot out of being a salesman. I loved this job, or a least had a strong personal bond brought about by perceived necessity or recurrent unexamined intentions (like getting up and going to work every day). As I said when I started doing it, I never joined up for the money. I could’ve made a lot of cash, but didn’t. And why not? I dunno. I guess I was a slow learner. Although if you asked me now, I might say it’s because I needed a lot of work personally. Seriously… I had no confidence in what I was doing, or my actions. And now I do. Thing is I’m not doing it anymore. Conundrum? No. Just moving on to greener pastures.

The harder a job is, the more it teaches you about yourself.

I’ve given two weeks notice on my apartment. O Apartment: I hardly knew ye. So that makes May 15th the day I move on… to wherever I move on to. I’m thinking Queensland, someone siad there was a lot of work to be had up there. I only have till June 9th, though. Better make it snappy.



Figures it should take one such as myself this long to realize there’s an internet cafe next door that charges the same $2 rate. And this one has keys in English!

My second day in-country has been a much less unusual affair than the first. Yesterday I bought shorts and used a fitting room that was a curtain, from a market vendor who was having their “last last bloody sale”. Today I went to a museum. Yesterday I had beef jerkey quarantined and destroyed. Today I had a nice peach from a fruit stand. But yesterday was a transition period, right? I mean, from my viewpoint yesterday was actually two days… that’s pretty odd in itself, I’d say. Oh, by the way—I have absolutely no idea what time it is over there, any more than I could tell you what time tea is served in Edinburgh. That comes with the territory…

I got up this morning a scant bit later than planned. My alarm was on the right time zone, just not the right time of day. I suppose I should be thankful I didn’t wake up at 7:00 pm as scheduled. I caught a bus down George street, looked up and down a city block thrice before finding my orientation only 25 minutes late. The IEP folks blokes were genial about it, though. Good information to be had there. Tomorrow I’m boarding a train to Melbourne based on that info; I’ve gotten wind of the Commonwealth games and the extra hands needed. Three months sounds about right. Oh, and it’s Melbun, not Mell-boor-nuh. I need to know these things. Plus, hey—rural Australian sightseeing! Before I leave, I promise, I will get merchandise bearing the name of the proud settlement of Tittybong. Go ahead and giggle; it’s giggleworthy.

That’s my up-to-date update for now. Go see more! — check out my Flickr pictures and see the sights so far. Not a lot there but I’ve decided it’s hard to carry a camera around with no belt (thanks, Mom :-P ).