And now onto the less fun part: employment. Before arriving, I assumed with my work experience and superior references, that I would have no trouble finding a little gig in a bookstore or boutique... I have been proven wrong. Every resume I've submitted online or in person has not contacted me, every one I've followed up on does not hire those on work/holiday visas... AWESOME! But alas! I remembered I was a client of Office Team in SF and they have a branch here in Sydney. WooHoo! My interview is tomorrow, so hopefully I'll have some potential jobs by next week. I'll keep you updated. At this point, I have no problem dressing up in the chicken suit and dancing for 8 hours outside KFC. I just want to work, I'm bored, and anxious because my mind is not being occupied. I've read through The Fountainhead in two weeks, it's pretty good, but not as appealing or inspiring as Atlas Shrugged. Nevertheless Any Rand is an incredible author and I recommend her. Check her out. Anyone have suggestions for my next book?
For most of you that know me quite well, you know I'm quite particular about the music I listen to. I have my genres thatI live my life by; and then, there are those that I don't listen to... period. For instance, house music. I have no animosity towards those who love this music, I personally just can't dance to it, and as all of you know I love to dance. Perhaps this is where I tangle with this type of music. My very first day here, I stopped and asked at least 3 people where the hiphop clubs of Sydney were... time and again and ever since there has been one response, "They're aren't any..." This my friends, is not OK! I've only been here one month and have already contemplated how long I would actually last without dancing to hiphop and reggae on a weekly basis. I'm fairly certain I've been going through withdrawls. Hopefully once I begin surfing everyday this will release some of the tension. Until then... well, I don't exactly know quite what I'll do except the continuous downloading of music to keep me satisfied on the Ipod!
After an introduction to the music scene such as that, I'm sure you're all very curious what I've been exposed to since my arrival. My friends... there are few words to convey the environment of a "hip" Sydney club. In all fairness, I have only been out twice, since I don't have a job yet, but I have walked by many clubs and bars and stopped to listen to the music and check out the clientele. The people are gorgeous, well dressed, and just absolutely beautiful. The music... not so much. Imagine if your will, the final dance in that movie Napoleon Dynamite, or Super Star... I swear to Buddha I danced with that guy! It was awesome, he was so into it, and so very serious in his awesome dance moves. Loved it!
On a good note, I was finally saved from the sea of Electro when my roommates and other housemates through me a "moving out party" and we went to La Cita for latin dancing. All i have to say is "live Columbian 6 member band!!!" I had the most fun I have had in long time... well, since my last delirium trip anyway :) Some pictures to follow.
... I have now moved into my new place. I took pictures of my partly cloudy first sunrise, gorgeous nonetheless. I have worked one day for the temp agency, hopefully more to follow soon. My roommates are awesome, very sweet guys. The ladies and I came in 2nd place for trivia night and took home a $20 bar tab! Woohoo. Thank goodness I knew the only bird capable of flying backwards, and Anna knew the name of the Paris Hilton box office distaster last year. I was responsible for all western hemisphere geography and current event questions, Anna was responsible for all tabloid and random "Im embarrased I know this" categories, and Anja was responsible for all European questions... because she's German :)
As always, I'm running around crackin jokes and smilin. I ran my beach run yesterday, and of course, am in love. Most importantly, I miss you all, I miss the Sco, and I miss Chimay...