I have a job.
I know. I can hardly believe it myself. It's only for one month but has the potential to be for longer depending on workload and performance.
I will be working at Rail Corps, the Oz equivalent of Rail Track and will be in the HR department doing the odd Word document and Excel spreadsheet. Unfortunately at $20 an hour the maths isn't exactly stacking up. I still need to make savings on a daily basis in order that this money can be used to build a warchest for further travel, rather than simply allowing me to subsist.
So it's bargains at the supermarket, making use of the Pink House laundry rather than the laundrette, and swapping bacon sandwiches for The Pink House free breakfast which, previously, I've never been up early enough to catch.
I started as I meant to go on and yesterday bought some "value" chocolate biscuits. They were shit. So shit, in fact, that out of sympathy Chris immediately nipped out and bought two packets of Tim Tams. Tim Tams are the Daddy of Biscuits in Oz. They kick a Penguins ass.
So, I don't know how this job will pan out, or indeed if there will be any work for me when I've finished, but it's a start if nothing else.