Music: new Animal Collective!!!
I got on the plane (finally).
I got off the plane and officially arrived in Brisbane (finally!)
I waited two days (patiently) and (finally!!) became reunited with Leah and Natalie.
Now that I am here in Brisbane it’s time to get down to business! Time to get a job so that I can do all the things that look amazing and buy all the clothes that look sweet and buy all those veggiemite rolls I drool over at the bakery and drink all those alcoholic beverages that I drink at the club and all those other things that money buys.
Day One of Job Hunt:
Leah and I set out in cute “please hire me” outfits (purple dress and purple shoes) that we were convinced would get us jobs absolutely immediately.
Looking at our pen drawn map by Nat we made it half way to the train station.
“Hey Leah, do you have your resume?”
“No.”
“Don’t you think you’ll need that?”
“Yah.”
Turn around, come back.
We make into the city after a nostalgic train ride that reminds us of our days in Japan.
We don’t have really any idea where to go, what the different areas offer or really where we can go to find jobs. We go into the first backpacker place we see to see if they can be of any help.
“Oh shu’a mate, I can getcha a jyob; I can getch’uu sta’ted at fo’a pm todai pickin’ frui’t.” (That is my attempt at typing ’aussie’)
Fruit Picking? Does this outfit say fruit picking? I don’t think so mate.
We see a bank. Hey! I need a bank account! I walk in. No one approches me, and it’s too white and the line up is long.
“Leah, I don’t like this bank, let’s go.”
Walking down the street I spot: Commonwealth Bank.
Ping Pong!
That’ll do! It’s pretty much meant for me! Whadup sister country!
I like this bank. The bank teller answers all of my questions, even though they are completly bank non related. She tells me where I can print a resume, where restaurants are, where temp agencies are, websites and exchange rates (ok, that one was bank related). Aussies are so nice! I feel so accomplished! I have a bank account! There’s no money in it, but, I have a bank account!! Now I need money! But to get money, I need a job! I say goodbye to the bank teller and thank her for her kindness.
We set out again and I spot a bookstore…I’ve always wanted to work in a bookstore. We walk in empty handed and leave with (no, not a job) a book. (I’m really excited about this book though, I have been dying to read it ever since the summer of 2005 when I lived in Vancouver and it was always taken out at the library and I couldn’t ever find it at a second hand bookstore and i couldn’t afford to buy books from Chapters and also it comes highly suggested by many people-see Digs where I will talk about it).
Alright! Back to the job hunt! We walk down the popular Queen St., not too much there, a shoe store is hiring, but they say to go online, go figure. We walk into the south bank, but its tough to walk places when you don’t exactly know where to go… you know there’s that street down somewhere where artists, musicians and students hang out in groovy coffee shops and funky restaurants and second hand clothing shops, but you just aren’t sure which street to turn down, or how many of them or left or right or over the bridge or behind the uni… ugh.
“Leah, I miss the bank teller, she was so nice.”
“I bet, I walked into the bank and saw you with your head in your hands and your elbows on the counter just chatting and I started to wonder if you had forgotten about me, but then i figured, of course you aren’t just hanging out in the bank forgetting about me.”
We decide to stop in an information place (i know, i know, good idea girls) find some pamphlets to shove into our purse and make our way to the advertised Valley. Once there we realize we’re actually starving, it’s about 6pm, and usually that means happy hour.
“We’re really good at looking for jobs.” Leah says too me while finishing our shared pizza as I sip the remains of my pint of beer.
“Yah I know.”
“We have new books.”
“MMMhhmmm. And an empty bank account.”
Day one finished.
Beauty eh? Unfortunately, I do need to leave. It’s finally time to see who I came to see, Nat and Leah. They are up in the boonies (where I’m supposed to be) and very hard to get a hold of. We decide on an approximate time that we should all meet in Brisbane, and since flights are only getting more expensive the longer I wait, I book a flight for the following week.
. I joke around with the house, their time has come! Lindzy free!
. No worries though! Just in time for another dance party at the Green Mango (mmtssmmtssmmtss). 