Struggling with money!
So after Gaby left for Melbourne i was living my life in the hostel ironically named 'home backpackers'. But i was up at 8 every morning and into the office down the road to be greeted by an office full of 70 lads and a giant gong which was ceremoniously hit every evening if someone achieved 6 sales or more that day. In the mornings we had 'pep talk' sessions in which we had to chant and shout and scream and get generally excited about Australian Power and Gas. But this turned out to be all a bit too much for me on the 6th day of 8-8 shifts where i found myself in a suburb of sydney in the pouring rain with a mere 1 sale ( not even enough to ring the bell..) so i resigned to the curb and sat there and had a little cry.. and swore to myself that i wouldn't be returning to the office ever again in my life. So that was the on Friday 8th and saturdays are optional work days so they didn't miss me too much when i didn't turn up that morning. Instead i hit Bondi beach with the girls from the hostel (Lauren, Sonya and Leanne) to get out of depression. A really nice day of relaxing but the sheer terror of not having money was really stressing me out. That night we decided to go out for the first time in Sydney and made a point not to take any money with us (not that we had any). So that was a cheap night out, where we came back to Jeff and Clive from Cameroon on the sofa at 2am in Man U shirts watching the game. The hostel turned out to be the most problematic place ever as bedbugs took over my body with bites and the itching became unbearable. Our beds in the morning when you woke up had them crawling over the sheets and it all got a bit too much. So on sunday morning i was dragged out of bed by Lauren and we stormed down to reception in our pajamas to complain and demand a refund. After being handed a can of insect repellent and told it would be fine we kicked up a fuss and finally we got our money and packed our bags, trekking off up to Quay Street to a block of flats where Jack and Ash (boys from school) live and told us there were space. We moved in and our new address is 93/59 Quay Street, Haymarket, Sydney, NSW, 2000 for all the post and food parcels everyone is desperate to send me!
Our flat is cosy.. there are 5 boys and 6 girls living there and it's very multicultural. One english boy, one irish boy, 2 boys from germany, Simon from france, two swedish girls, Shannon from canada and Sam from Holland me and lauren. The kitchen has about 5 cupboards and the space is limited but we have two bedrooms and two bathrooms, AND a laundry room!!!! we were made to promise that we'd disinfected our belongings when we moved into the flat as Claudian the flat man didn't want us infecting the flat. we're paying $140 a week which is cheaper than the bed bug hostel so it's win win. However i did hit a financial all time low at the weekend..
But on the monday after we moved in i dedicated the day to finding a job. Up early to type up my resume and sending it off to 400000 different jobs. Anyway after alot of phonecalls, i found myself in an interview that day at 4 with a recruitment agency and they put me on their books and told me to go to an interview for a call centre in Chatswood on tuesday at 12 (today). That evening Tim (a friend of my mums) took Lauren and I out to dinner. The most amazing view ever from Cafe Sydney in Circular Quay. Overlooking the harbour bridge and opera house it was the most awesome dinner ever, and the wine was so good!! Tim was so good to us and we were upset when he didn't take us up on our offer of coming back to our flat party which had been arranged for later on that night!
So off i went this morning and there were a big group of 20 people, we were told that only 6 would be successful and the pressure was on. We were set into pairs and given a random object to pitch to the boss. So me and the guy i was partnered with were given whiteboard cleaner and we sold it like pros in the boardroom. I felt bad when he wasn't called back for the job and i was.. but yeah 5 of us got it. An irish girl an english girl, me and two aussie guys. We were put straight into training of the product (ING life insurance) which we are paid $20 an hour for so it's all very exciting that i have money finally coming my way into my australian bank account!
Have to fly time on the internet's run out \