so, we’re trying to hire people for sydney and melbourne and one of the applicants forwarded us a link to their blog. um, yeah, probably not a good idea to do that if you’re going to post daily about your adventures in binge drinking and puking on public transport.
it seems that i have a new responsibility and that would be writer. my manager writes reports and sends them to me to re-write/wordsmith. i’m not a writer, it’s not my thing. it all started when i happened to see something he wrote (which was atrocious) and i crossed it all out and rewrote it for him. i should’ve learnt my lesson. if i didn’t have a job offer coming to me on monday then i might complain, but i’ll keep my mouth shut…for now.
no job news today but i didn’t expect there would be. monday is the day and it better happen that day or else i will lose it. ever see michael douglas in that movie “falling down”? that’ll be me. except cuter. and in more stylish clothes.
it’s official, i’m getting my permanent residency. i know, i know, i’ve talked about it in the past and my airy fairy deadline for getting the paperwork done but it’s getting done now for real. my company is paying for half and they even hired me a migration attorney to do most of the work. he actually sounds kind of dodgey but i looked him up on the immigration website and he’s legit. i talked to him on the phone and he sounds like a portly man with a double breasted pin stripecd suit and massive comb over. i’ll never know. he lives in brisbane so our correspondence is via email and phone. he says i should get it in 6 weeks. yay…i guess. the word “permanent” really freaks me out.
once i’m a resident, i’ll be eligible for the government run socialist healthcare called Medicare (oooh scary). i’ll probably keep my private health insurance not because the public healthcare is bad, but because i’m american, i like jumping through hoops, and if i don’t have health insurance, i freak out. oh, and it’s really cheap, like $187 a month for the same type of plan i had in america that cost a trillion times more. the Brit is on Medicare and doesn’t complain. can go to the doctor when he wants, can go to specialists and doesn’t have to wait. he says it’s not as good as the health system in england but it’s waaaay better than what we’ve got going on in america. there’s nothing to be afraid of government healthcare but maybe it’s easier for me to say that since i’m on the other side of the fence. and i tried to convince my parents that it was all good when i was home last time but i always get dismissed as the liberal black sheep of the family. my parents and sister are die hard republicans. it makes family get togethers fun. we used to get into heated arguments but not anymore. they just feel sorry for me and send me emails with religious overtones to try to make me more conservative. i set up a rule in my outlook to delete those.
the dinner menu at work got sent around early today so i actually got to have a peek a few minutes ago. the restaurant is asian but yet there is chicken parmagiana on the menu. wtf? chicken parma is on every frackin’ menu at every restaurant i’ve been to. it’s at every takeaway place down the road from work – the ubiquitious chicken parma sandwhich/wrap/panini. it is to Austalia what potato skins are to America. not a bloomin’ onion in sight though.
it’s finally friday and i am thrilled. we are seeing a broadcast of “la boheme”‘ from convent garden tomorrow at the cinema and other than that, we have nothing going on. i plan on lounging around in my jammies and watching period dramas and reading books. i started “bleak house” months ago and i’m not even halfway through it. i’m going to have to start it over again just to get the characters straight. and i downloaded a “welcome to australia, life in victoria” booklet today from the immigration website. maybe i’ll read that too. i started reading it and got up to the point where it said that “in Australia, we do not kiss or hug people we don’t know”. yeah, in america, if that happened, you’d get maced in the eye. weird.
have a nice weekend peeps! i’ll talk to you monday. peace out.
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