Hi. Today i have created my first blog post.
I have decided to create a blog because writing in a diary scares me and what if someone finds it. Twitter is cool but i'm not smart enough to concise my thoughts into 60 characters. It also means my poor boyfriends ears can be somewhat salvaged from time to time and the strangers i over share my crap to on work trials can enjoy their coffee. And maybe for my mental health.
The date today is the 31st of March 2014. It is symbolic.
Symbolic for a number of reasons in fact.
One - being that i have been solidly unemployed in a full time role for 31 days in the month of March.
Two - tomorrow as we know it is April. Not only were you unemployed in January, February and March but April too may be dragged into account.
Thirdly- you have been paying rent in Melbourne, Australia for 8 months. By paying rent doesn't mean 'you' specifically have been paying rent of course. In fact you owe two months rent as you have had no job in the last four months. hmmm. awesome.
And fourth - it is 10 days after the last rent was paid. And 10 days closer to the next.
So today is special. Before i launch into my journey any further we should take a look back into how i am here today.
I am a new resident to Melbourne and i have been here since July last year. Before Christmas I worked at Trippy Taco and Rockwell and Sons. Both great eating places but to work - hmmm. A long with these two jobs i was tour managing a music group around Australia for 8 weeks over the weekends. I was lucky enough to fly all over the country and see places i would never have gone. Katoomba,Tawoomba, Darwin and Tasmania to name a few.
By November i was asked to give up my hat to Trippy Taco and told "lets scrap your shifts but keep in touch" by the other. So I was fired in the same week as the tour came to an end. The end of a four month era. I had flights booked for my brothers 21st so went back to NZ and overstayed. Good way to carry on the momentum one would say. Never to return again was the initial feeling that soon grew into a get me the fuck back. Now i'm back permanently to finish what i set out to achieve.
This time round has been started off well. By "well" i've had opportunities. So far I have had two unpaid work trials one which has been successful but promises 1-2 shifts a week and another i am waiting to hear back from. My boss is French and enjoys relaying orders to me with a certain finger click and tilt with her head. Fortunately i have a beautiful blonde haired mother, unfortunately she passed on to me a blonde streak however not with the hair color. Although carrying three plates and clearing tables of 8 at one time may not be my "forte" it seems to be an expectation or bench mark with hospo here in Melbourne. So 1 shift a week is really just someones way of fucking with me. For whatever reason i keep putting myself in ridiculous situations where i am out of my depth, so in order to change i need to eliminate these experiences. One thing i have learnt and should acknowledge is that Melbourne is a food place. So why i'm trying to work in hospitality with next to no experience is beyond me.
The other option is the ever-reliant Seek.com. Seek provides a platform for you to upload heartfelt cover letters and specifically tailored resumes to a pool of at least 300 other applicants where the employer uses key words to sift through the applicants.
I moved here to Melbourne in pursuit of a challenge and a change in a city that appears to promise creativity, culture, opportunities and fun. These things may be relevant however i think a more correct list of adjectives would have been "a whole bunch of unpaid work trials, expensive food and coffee and overpriced tram fines." We have been back and forth from NZ for a few times too many which i use as my excuse for a disruption in work and stability. Which in retrospect is a valid conclusion. Now that i am permanently based here one thing that needs to change is my attitude. This post has been created out of a newly developed bitterness which i hope evaporates by the end of the day.
As I am the only one that can only help myself.
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