what's going on...

monday 13th

i have lunch at the fabulous pat & jays house. their son sean is a 3 year old leif garrett! later on, it's the corner hotel christmas party. what better time that in february? and what better place than the richmond union bowling club. lawn bowls rocks. unfortunately, i suck at it. left after 3 games and a huge plateful on prawns...due to being 10 days into my detox. urgh.

tuesday 14th

slept in a bit - probably due to watching too many sopranos episodes in bed on previously night, whilst fellow corner hotel employees were whooping it up. went to meet foxy friend pegg to hold her hand through her new tattoo...at the very awesome chapel tattoo, where i had my rocketship done. got quotes for my flight to the UK in August. In the evening, went to a Valentines day burlesque show, and saw lots of boobs.

wednesday 15th

complained to internet service provider a lot. wandered what the hell is going on with job i was offered and was meant to start 2 days ago. worked at the corner. walked home and watched more sopranos.

thursday 16th

catch train out to head office of company i am meant to be working for, to have a meeting. they cancel meeting as i am standing across the road. get another bad feeling about it. come home & apply for another job.

Friday 17th

finally, my modem arrives. stef & i take the young vincent (16months) to the collingwood childrens farmand watch them feed the lambs. foxy kersty picks me up and we go to the tote, an awesome rock and roll pub with a small, rambling beer garden. the devastations are playing...i haven't seen them for about 2 1/2 years. in fact, the last time was in hamburg. luckily i still like them. detox has been going for 2 weeks now.

saturday 18th

i am late meeting be for lunch at ito. i am always late meeting be. hopefully the praline mouse made her less mad! we go to acmi at fed square, to see a schlocky but kinda appealing eighties australian film called roadgames. it's like rear window on wheels, across the nullabor plain. in the evening, i do the door at the corner. it's african night - joy.

sunday 19th

morning starts with an early phone call from my boy in wales. then breakfast with stan, to say thanks for the furniture pick up we do next. i spend the afternoon unpacking cd's and setting up wireless ... yes, our house is techno-savvy. still no stereo though. work the door at grand central in the evening.

monday 20th

wake up excited and nervous as i am meant to be starting new job today, after meeting with the boss. meeting turns out to be an ambush and basically i get bullied for 1/2 hour. because apparently i have displayed a lack of integrity and broken trust by asking for leave in august after they have offered me the job. i tell them i don't want their job after being treated like that. i cry a lot though. a lot.

my new housemate emily moves in. she's sweet and chatty and we go out for a big bowl of vietnamese noodle soup and delicious rice paper rolls. i feel better.

tuesday 21st

day 19 of the detox. i apply for, count 'em, 27 jobs.