Dec 30 - Long Walk and JOB

When I got up today, guess what I did? That's right, I looked online for jobs and also for futons. I applied for a couple then read some Catch 22 as well was my new book, "My Columbian Death." After a couple chapters of each, and a bowl of cereal with banana slices in it, I ventured out for a walk. I wandered aimlessly up through the Kings Cross area, down a bunch of streets I hadn't been on before. Eventually I ended up at a harbour with a trail/park system beside it that reminded me of Meewasin. I made my way down to a viewing area of the Harbour Bridge, that was being fenced off for the fireworks tomorrow so they could charge people admission to stand in this prime viewing area. It was smoking hot out today and my t-shirt was a thick cotton, so I was just drenched by this point, so I walked back to the apartment. I chatted on Facebook for awhile and applied for 3 more jobs. Then I went out again and walked to the YHA we had been staying at, and bought an internet card and printed off 25 resumes so I could go hand them out at places. Walked back to the apartment, where Brennan had arrived back from work. I changed into some nicer clothes, then went across the street to talk to the Italian lady who ran the Italian restaurant I had applied at the other day. Turns out the "kitchen-hand" job means I get to wash dishes, but I was very enthusiastic about the opportunity. She reluctantly said I could come back in an hour for a trial shift. Awesome. I went back to the apartment and gobbled down some soup and an english muffin, changed into clothes more suitable for washing dishes and went back to the restaurant. I was trained by the current kitchen-hand and got right into it. Tonight was super busy, with a huge birthday party taking up the whole place and thus lots of food and subsequently, lots of dishes. Trial by fire. One of the highlights of the night was one waiter nearly getting into a fight with an unruly customer. Everyone was stressed with the big group's orders and getting food out on time, but I was just smiling and washing dishes. I worked for 5 and a half hours, then was cut loose for the night. The boss man told me to come back tomorrow at 3 and "we'll have a chat" which I'm not sure is a good thing or a bad thing. Despite just washing/putting away dishes and humming the theme to the Godfather all night, I was sufficiently exhausted by the end of my trial shift. I went home, had a cold shower then went to bed. Oh, actually before I went to bed, I checked my email and I had one back from a guy with a futon for sale in our area of Sydney who said I could pick it up tomorrow. So today ends the search for both a futon and a job! What a successful day. And what a waste of time and money all those resumes proved to be. Weird how it'll often work like that; you go out of your way to spend money on part of the job hunt and end up not needing to. Oh well, no complaints. I may even find another part time job, depending on the hours this one provides (and it will probably be evenings mostly).