Hello all,
I write this sitting on a couch that is not my own in a room that is not mine watching a TV that I do not like.
Having said that.
I’m in Brisbane and I am enjoying my self.
It’s not like I have done much (he says as he thinks about it and that he has done a lot.)
Ok so the cat man came on Monday the 19th and took Alpha to the cattery. I was, and am not happy about this but it is about all I can do for him at the moment. I nearly had to push the guy out the door so that he did not see me cry. Even now I miss my little plonker.
Then on Tuesday four burley men turned up to remove all of my stuff. I packed 29 boxes, and still my TV, DVD player, VCR, speakers and computer still to be packed.
Ok I do have a lot of stuff, however 12 of those boxes are DVDs, books and CDs.
Approximately 250 DVDs, 250 books
And
910 CDs Wow (about $27000)
Who needs a house when you have 910 CDs.
Ok so my stuff had gone by about 12pm.
And I was left standing in an empty house, having not had a shower.
So shower I did and start driving.
I drove to Broken Hill. About 500km.
I got some Chinese for tea. It was Ok but I had my travelling stomach so I ate a lot of food. (and I have not felt great since, I started to feel Ok today but not quite good yet)
Then I decided to drive to Walgett.
And that is what I did.
About 200km from Walgett However I had a flat tyre. I was not a drastic flat (as in it did not explode) and I am not sure what caused the deflation.
So on the side of the road I was trying to change a tyre. Have you ever tried to change a tyre on soft soil. I now have. With the jack in the back of my car I had a foot print about 2 inches by 5 inches to try and raise a car on.
It didn’t work for me, I hope it works for you if you ever have to try it.
So I found a lump of wood, it was rounded on top, and I took a chance my placing my jack on top of it, it was the best I had.
I did have a moment why a truck roared past but my car stayed on the jack and I changed it safely.
The spare in my car is not a full size spare, it is a “space saver” I call it a “pizza cutter”
I drove at around 90km/h for the 200km left in the day. I felt like another 5 hour drive.
In Walgett I was hoping to get a new tyre, the next morning because I arrived at 5pm and all the stores were closed.
Dinner was in the Walgett RSL. I had a Chicken Snitzel.
Now normally RSLs do good food for cheapish prices. But this one was the exception. The snitzel was small, SMALL. AN RSL WITH A SMALL SNITZEL. Ok I didn’t need the food, but I would have eaten it.
The next morning was the first time I have even had a shower with a turtle.
But not the last.
Right now Nitchke sits in the bath in some cold(ish) water. I felt sorry for him and so I would have my warm shower and let this water heat him up.
The next day I went to the tyre place and the guy there was hung over. He was a nice guy though, and he found a tyre that would “get me going” because tyre size I had on my car was not ordinary (the word he used would not get through the profanity filter). But the tyre cost $80 for a tyre I would not ever use for more than 600km. A large waste of money that was very necessary. He told me of his night that caused him to be tired and hung over. He had had a night of Texas Hold’em Poker and drinking apparently the night had ended at about 2am. He was so happy because it felt a bit like civilisation, they had eaten camembert and sun dried tomatoes. His smile was so happy that it was a bit contagious ad I left there happy.
Which soon changed when I found my steering to be shot to bits.
The rest of the trip was fairly uneventful.
However the whole trip was filled with beautiful country side. It was continuously changing for the whole trip. And it was beautiful all the way. So beautiful.
What a wonderful country I live in.
So the trip was good. And photos will come.
I spent my first night in Brisbane watching cricket at the Gabba. I was happy to do this as it made the night bearable.
Saturday I sent getting lost around the streets of Brisbane, and looking at accommodation. My god there are a lot of dumps in Brisbane. I mean sh*tholes, real sh*tholes.
But I found one that I wouldn’t mind living in and applied for it today.
Sunday I spent the morning not spending money by walking along Southbank, the south side of the Brisbane river across from the city. I walked through the art gallery, and I mean walked through. It was just a path. I think I saw 2 pieces of art and even then I did not look at them.
The market was ok. Small but it was quite good quality.
I only got sunburnt a bit on the back of my neck, and it’s not too bad.
And Sunday afternoon I fell asleep on the couch, and woke up and decided to get ready for my first day.
Ironed my shirt and pants.
Polished my shoes.
Shaved.
And even did the washing up.
So my first day was short and long.
Short because we had a meeting that went from 9 till 11. And for the rest of the day I was not of busy getting stuff organised.
And long because you always have a long uncomfortable first day in a work place. It will get better and I will enjoy the work that it looks like I will be doing.
So that is all for now.
And that is enough.
