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Sunday, July 12th, 2009
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5:42 pm - Homecoming
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I'm back in Perth for the forseeable future. It might take me a little while to settle back in. First order of business is to check up on my uni enrolment and talk to Centrelink (and find some casual work).
Europe was awesome. Thailand was awesome. If you want to hear more about either, get in touch. I'm keen to catch up with people.
Terracon was weird. I felt totally out of place, and very distanced from everyone. Being away from geeky activities for six months made the sudden return a bit of a culture shock, and I just wasn't up for much of the usual drinking and partying, not least because I was operating on a totally different time zone.
Hope to see everyone at various parties and events in the near future.
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| Thursday, May 28th, 2009
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3:46 pm
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Shit, I was in Nice the last time I updated. That was so long ago that the temporal distance can only be measured in 'yonks'.
After Nice and Monaco, I went to Florence and eventually stayed in a lovely hostel (after several hours of trying to find other hostels which turned out to be closed for renovation and in one case, to simply not exist). I met a guy there who was also called Chris and had red hair, but he was from Sweden. Florence smells like icecream and is very pretty, provided you mostly avoid the crowded tourist areas.
From Florence, I took a seven-hour train ride to Naples. Thanks to some language barrier issues (the clerk understood 'cheapest' and not much else) I was very confused, not to mention hurried when I realised that the ticket he'd sold me was only valid for the train leaving in the next two minutes. I suspect I had a seat reserved for me, but I couldn't figure out how to find it. Italian trains are old and crappy, but the countryside more than made up for the discomfort of the trip.
Naples, especially in direct comparison to Florence, is what I would generously call a 'shithole'. It's just a really dirty, unpleasantly industrial and unfriendly city. Fortunately I was staying in a little town just outside of it, and I spent an entire day in Pompeii (amazing, especially for the bargain-basement price of 1 euro).
Then it was off to Rome, which manages to combine all the best and worst aspects of Italy. Given the horrific prices, I decided to go on a quest to see as much of Rome as possible for free. I was pleasantly surprised to find that all the churches, including St Peter's in Vatican City, were completely free and open to tourists, unlike for instance London. There was also an amazing amount of impressive and/or ruined architecture, and some fantastic statuary, especially on the bridges.
I should probably also mention that I spent almost my entire stay in Italy eating nothing but margherita pizza and gelati, all of which was completely amazing. I'm totally spoiled for pizza and icecream forever. Perhaps not the most sustainable diet, but eating eighty bajillion calories a day certainly helped keep up my energy for walking hundreds of kilometres.
After a single night back in London to repack my bags with warmer clothes, I was on the Eurostar again, this time to Brussels. Aside from having the triple-whammy good times of chocolate, beer and waffles, Brussels is one of the most visually interesting cities I've visited. The sheer range of architectural styles was dizzying, and each individual building was a delight. Taking the city as a whole, the effect is rather like gathering a collection of beautiful ceramic tiles and making them into the world's ugliest mosaic, but the Belgians are adamant that they like it that way. It's also notable for having absolutely the best tourism resources for backpackers anywhere I've found, completely funded by the Flemish government.
Needing a break after a marathon 14-hour excursion around Brussels, and wanting to relax a bit from the pace I'd been maintaining in general, I elected to spend five days in Amsterdam. As an incredibly tourist-focused city, Amsterdam had very little I actually wanted to see (though there was a special exhibition at the Van Gogh museum that included all his most famous works, normally scattered around the world, that was great) and I was free to just wander in leisurely fashion, make a bunch of new friends and spend a lot of time seriously chilling out.
Heading back to London for a Eurovision party (I thought the Norwegian song was terrible), I found my plans somewhat in disarray, and decided to see a bit more of the UK. Brighton had an utterly terrible beach and was unbelievably windy, but otherwise had a very endearing bohemian feel. Birmingham was just the right size, had huge numbers of canals despite being built on top of a hill, and had an entire quarter of the city devoted to jewellery. Liverpool seemed to tout itself as the cultural heart of England, based almost entirely on the fact that the Beatles came from there, and I found it a bit crass. Finally, Manchester was great, with just enough modernisation to be nice and accessible and a strong tradition and history that gave it real character. It was only when I was standing in the huge textile section of the Manchester science museum and found myself wondering why they were making such a big deal of it that I made the association between Manchester the city and manchester, as in bed linen.
Due to a lack of ready and cheap wireless access in my London hostel, I neglected to book any accommodation for Wednesday night in Munich. In the past, this has rarely presented more than a slight inconvenience on arrival, but it seems that the entire backpacker population of Europe has descended on the city and literally every single hostel and affordable hotel were completely booked out. I spent the night in a hostel lobby reading an ebook and watching Flight of the Conchords while trying to maintain a low profile so as not to get kicked out onto the street; fortunately this was made easy by an obnoxious and rowdy group of Australians and Americans trying to out-macho each other until five in the morning. I'm going to try to find some friends that are in town, then I'm going to crash like anything. I've had an offer of couchsurfing in Budapest from Saturday through to Tuesday, so I'm going to change my plan (of heading north through Germany) and go that way instead.
On top of no sleep, my camera that all my awesome friends pitched in to get me has gone walkabout. Given that I've talked to about ten people in the last few days who've had their cameras nicked, I suspect mine's gone the same way, but I'm holding out a faint hope that I'm just a moron and it's back with the rest of my luggage in London. I was really down about it for most of the night, but since there's nothing I can do about it, I've resolved to not let it get to me, and instead will try to enjoy Munich despite this being by far the worst day of the trip so far. A nice big internet binge has left me feeling a lot more chipper; now, I just have to stay awake long enough to enjoy it.
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| Tuesday, April 28th, 2009
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3:43 am - Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside
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Of all the places in Europe that I've visited so far, if I had to chose one to live in permanently, it would have to be Nice. I suspect that the feeling of comfort I get here is because it's the closest Europe has come to being like Perth, and I might be a little homesick, but it's just wonderful. There is a natural progression through the city's shopping and entertainment districts to the beach on the Bay of Angels, looking out over the Mediterranean, but with the added bonus of being able to look inland and see the snow-covered peaks of the Alps.
Just around the corner (a half-hour bus ride) is Monaco, tax haven and adult playground for the rich and famous. Far less pleasant than Nice, in my opinion, it is nevertheless an impressive display of power and opulence. I wasn't that fussed, to be honest, but the view from the castle was rather good. It's not a city that is friendly to pedestrians; if you're not driving an Aston Martin or a Rolls Royce or a Bugatti (or at least a car), it's quite difficult to get around and easy to get lost. I spent an afternoon there and that was more than enough unless you like casinos.
Admittedly, Nice has lost some of its lustre after raining solidly for the past two days, but even that has been nostalgic; this is proper rainy Perth-style rain, not the pointless constant drizzle of London, the apocalyptic torrential downpours of Ireland or the bizarre flash-hailstorms of Spain.
That said, I'm over walking around in it without an umbrella or even a jacket, so instead I've been sitting in a McDonalds for the last two hours mooching off the free wireless, all for the price of a small Coke. Only another six hours to go before my bus to Florence. I wonder how long it will be until I'm forced to buy something else.
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| Monday, April 20th, 2009
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4:59 pm - Livin' la vida loca
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Wow, haven't posted an update in ages. It's so nice to have both decent internet access and my laptop - it's taken me a while to work out how to practically manage enough clothing, travel stuff and my laptop all in one backpack that can be taken onto planes as hand luggage, but I think I've now got a workable system going.
Since I last posted, I've been to Paris, Cardiff, Cambridge, Oxford, Dublin, Cork, Blarney, Killarney, Limerick and Madrid. At the moment, I'm in Barcelona, having spent the night on a train. Train beds are pretty terrible, and I've acquired a rather nasty pinched nerve in my neck, preventing any tilt of my head to the right, so I'm taking today pretty easy.
Brief thoughts on various places: Paris is a city that looks absolutely amazing from a distance, but up close is pretty rough - there is rubbish everywhere, it often smells bad, the public areas are full of beggars and everything is covered in white clay dust. That said, there are many incredible things to see, and the view from the Eiffel Tower is almost worth the time it takes to get up there.
Cardiff is a lovely quiet little town that felt very similar to Perth. The people there were very relaxed and there were very few tourists, which was understandable because there's essentially nothing at all to see in the city itself and it's only a few hours from London. I visited the Dr Who museum - other tourists in the hostel (incidentally, by far the best hostel I've stayed in) had said it was rubbish, and I could see why, but I thoroughly enjoyed the experience, at least partly because I essentially had the whole place to myself and could take my time to play with the interactive exhibits and watch the videos. It did focus very heavily on the new stuff.
Cambridge and Oxford were very strange - the idea of building an entire town to service a university is quite odd, and there was definitely a sort of wanky intellectual atmosphere in both towns, much more pronounced in Oxford. I had a pint in Tolkien and Lewis' usual pub, went through various colleges and so on, but I think that it's difficult to really get a feel for these places unless you're a student. It would be fantastic to do some postgraduate work in either university.
Ireland was an absolutely wonderful time, but not particularly because of the locals. Something about coming to Ireland makes tourists much more friendly and relaxed, I think, so I ended up partying with other foreigners in hostels rather than going out - a tactic strongly encouraged by the horrifically expensive prices for everything in Temple Bar. I met some exchange students on break from learning English in Oxford who immediately welcomed me into their group, and hopefully will catch up with them again in Amsterdam at some point. The real highlight of the trip, though, was by far the Irish countryside - I rented a car for three days and spent most of the time just driving around being amazed (and terrified, winding mountain roads alongside sheer cliffs at 100km/h is pretty hairy). The whole Irish leg of the trip went way over budget, so I wouldn't recommend it for anyone cash-strapped.
Finally, Madrid. I left my warmest clothes in London, thinking that I would be fine in Spain and the rest of the Mediterranean countries. It turns out Madrid is actually pretty cold and rainy at this time of year, so that put a bit of a pall over the whole thing. I did visit some great art galleries and a wonderfully peaceful and beautifully manicured park, and had some good nights out salsa dancing and going for tapas, but overall I didn't enjoy Madrid that much. The language barrier was pretty high, with my having essentially no knowledge of Spanish except for what I could work out due to similarities with English or French, and in general I think it was just not my sort of party atmosphere. I did meet up with some Finnish girls I met in London, but when we went clubbing I realised that everything I hate about clubbing is amplified in Spain. That, along with getting lost on the way home (this happened more than a few times in Madrid, but it's way more annoying after the Metro shuts down) left me in a really crappy mood for the last day, and I didn't feel up to the day trip to Toledo that I had planned. Spain so far has left me with a strong desire to be back in the British Isles (or Australia), but everyone tells me that Barcelona is much better, so hopefully I will have a more positive outlook soon.
All my photos are still uploading, but should eventually be visible over at Picasa. To everyone who pitched in for my camera, thank you all so much again.
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| Friday, March 13th, 2009
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9:12 pm - I'm in London still
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A possibly less-than-entirely coherent update because I haven't slept since 9:00 AM yesterday.
I spent the past four days in Scotland, Monday and Tuesday in Glasgow and Wednesday and Thursday in Edinburgh. This whirlwind tour of the north was nowehere near sufficient to take in all that I want to see of Scotland, so I am planning a return trip at some stage. At the very least, I want to visit Loch Ness, and pay a visit to Perth just to see what it's like.
Glasgow was, I have to say, not a particularly impressive city. It feels very industrial, generally lifeless and without much to recommend it (except for the absolutely wonderful necropolis and accompanying Cathedral of St Mungo). Edinburgh, in contrast, was vibrant, beautiful and bursting with new construction and tourist attractions. In both cases, the Scottish people I met were much more friendly and open than the English, even if I couldn't understand a word anyone said in Glasgow.
This was also my first time contacting people through couchsurfing.org in order to find places to stay, and I have to say it worked very well. In Glasgow, I stayed with Vikki, a Glaswegian nursing student, Sarah, her housemate from New Zealand who was working as a charity promoter, and Julian, their long-term couchsurfer from France. They were all very cool people, although somewhat busy since I was there during the working week, and they had a guitar so I had a chance to get in some much-needed practise.
In Edinburgh, it was with Steph and her enclave of student activist types, a really welcoming and interesting bunch of people, very much into pursuing worthy causes, volunteer work and sticking it to the man in reasonably typical subversive style (they had a mobile made from stolen Mercedes symbols, for example). We went to a ceilidh on the night I arrived, which was awesome fun, even though I was nearly sick after downing a few pints and getting whirled around at high speed by some mad Scandinavian during the highland fling.
The next day I explored Edinburgh castle for four and a half hours. The view from the top was amazing, clear over the Firth of Forth and into the highlands beyond. They fired the time gun (not as cool as it sounds) at 1:00 PM, and I had the most expensive meal I've had so far in the cafe, but I spent most of the time in the various war museums and memorials, which I expected to find a bit dull, but were actually profoundly moving and sad. The Scottish Crown Jewels, as well as the Stone of Scone, were also a fair bit cooler (though far less ostentatious) than their English counterparts.
After the castle, I went on a tour of "The Real Mary King's Close", a subterranean street covered over by development, now excavated and partially restored. The tour was, like many of its type, massively melodramatic and kitschy, but the history involved was fascinating. It certainly could have done without all the oogie-boogie ghost crap, but was worth the visit.
On Thursday, I met up with Paul who had taken the train from Glasgow where he was staying with family, and we explored the city a bit more, heading down past Holyroodhouse Palace and the Scottish Parliament (a bizarre architectural anomaly covered with what seemed to me to be stylised representations of tasers) to climb Arthur's Seat, the 250-metre mountain of volcanic basalt that dominates the Edinburgh landscape even more than the towering castle. We had an excellent pub lunch with chocolate pudding for desert - it is worth noting that all the pubs in the UK that I've been into have had numerous vegetarian options, clearly marked, like every other restaurant here.
Both trips, from London to Glasgow and from Edinburgh to London, took well over nine hours by coach, and I have to say that I wouldn't really recommend this option unless you're really strapped for cash. Particularly the overnight trip back to London, as I found it impossible to sleep and spent most of the night talking to the very devout Christian Texan girl sitting next to me, who was over here gaining experience as a missionary or some such. She was admittedly much more widely travelled and non-confrontational than most Americans I've encountered with regard to her faith, so she was pleasant enough company, but the trip was totally exhausting. I'm currently sitting in the British Library trying to stay awake long enough to check into my hostel, a converted courthouse and prison by the name of Clink. Have I mentioned yet that the main impression I will take of London is of incredibly old buildings being totally repurposed to modern needs?
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| Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009
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3:17 am - Somerset is really nice
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I'm going to abandon the daily reportage style, simply because I'm going to be travelling for roughly 150 days and I don't think anyone is going to read that much stuff. Instead, I'll just mention some of the highlights and significant events.
( The West Country )
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| Wednesday, February 25th, 2009
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9:38 pm - London Calling
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| Saturday, February 21st, 2009
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12:40 pm - Flying
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Day 2 - Brunei to Dubai to London
That's pretty much the whole day right there in the title. The flight out of Dubai airport was delayed by four hours due to 'unscheduled maintenance', which meant seven hours waiting in the airport departure lounge. On the plus side, I struck up a conversation with Said, a linguistics PhD student from Oman who had been studying at the University of Queensland on a scholarship. He told me to call if I was ever in Oman or Dubai, which makes those definite possibilities for expanding this trip beyond the borders of Europe.
Eight hours later, we were hustled off the plane, subjected to a bunch of security checks, then hustled right back on again, essentially walking in a small circle around Dubai airport. The new passengers we picked up weren't any happier about the delay than we were, but I talked to a nice young English couple who told me that Dubai, while pretty from the outside and very well marketed, was essentially unfinished, especially as a large portion of the foreign investment had dried up. They were of the opinion that it would be a great place to visit in about five years.
Another torturous eight hours on the plane (I was badly sunburned and hadn't slept for over thirty hours) and we landed at Heathrow. The day was a beautifully sunny five degrees, which we were able to experience firsthand as we were herded out onto the tarmac and into a shuttle bus for the journey to the terminal itself. After all that, the immigration process was surprisingly easy and straightforward, given some of the stories I'd heard and my concerns about complications with the dates on my visa. However, aside from the queueing, the process was quick and painless. Baggage collection was similarly easy, but then I discovered the reason why everyone hates Heathrow: it's a gigantic maze of endless corridors. Half an hour of walking later, and I'd made it to the tube station, obtained my very own Oyster card, and was on my way.
I took a ride to King's Cross Station, but sadly did not collect £200. After a great deal of confusion caused by the strange street signs, I found my hostel, the lobby of which was packed wall-to-wall with Scandinavian youths. Check-in time is still an hour and a half away, so I am going to find something to eat and then try to get in touch with Lisa and Paul.
I could really use a nap.
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| Friday, February 20th, 2009
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5:55 pm - Brunei
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| Monday, February 9th, 2009
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1:51 pm - Chicken Pox
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Zoe here posting on this lj.
Fortunately I'm not posting to say Chris has been hit by a car or anything that dramatic , but I am posting to say he's got a really contagious disease :S
So as chicken pox is contagious before the blisters actually appear, anyone that Chris has been in contact with in the past few days who hasn't had chicken pox before is at risk. So anyone at my birthday or Jen and Chas' engagement... or any other socialising in since about Wednesday or Thursday.
I've been told to say that if you are at risk, you should probably ring your doctor and see if you need any treatment.
This shouldn't be affecting his flights fortunately.
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| Monday, January 19th, 2009
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7:28 pm - New Car
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I bought a car today. Prompted by the fact that it's going to take Zoe a while to get back into driving a manual, the need for a bit of extra leg room and the desire for a bit more flashy bling, I settled on this 2002 Mitsubishi Magna TJ Advance.
I like the colour. Plus, power windows, powers mirrors, cruise control, climate control... pretty much anything you might find on a car with 'power' or 'control' in the name.
Now I have to try to sell my old Corolla. Anybody need a car?
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| Sunday, January 4th, 2009
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9:07 pm
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I have awesome friends. The party last night (and well into the wee hours of this morning) was great, and I received many fabulous gifts - not least of which is a new Canon Ixus 970 IS.
( Photos! )
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| Sunday, November 23rd, 2008
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5:13 pm
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I've just worked 9-5 on a Sunday, running the 50th Reunion lunch for the UWA class of 1958. This is basically the best and worst part of my job: the worst because it's a huge weekend commitment that I essentially don't get paid for; the best because it's incredibly satisfying to see a function come together where 140 people walk away smiling.
There's always a lot of stress surrounding these events. Last year, I had the whole thing dumped on me at the last minute, and it was totally exhausting, constantly worrying about whether everything was prepared or accounted for. This year, with the imminent end of my term in the job, I basically decided I wasn't prepared to put in that much effort to make sure everything was perfect - and oddly enough, everything still was. Somehow, I managed to get other people to do my stressing for me; not as much fun for them, I imagine, but I don't owe them any favours. When problems cropped up, I did my best to fix them, and relied on serendipity to do the rest.
I think I've finally learned the technique of delegating and managing. A lot of managers try to make sure that everything is done perfectly at every step of the process, and they end up spending all their time micro-managing people who would rather just get on with it. Personally, I think it's great that I can tell someone else to do something and then wait for them to come back to me when they're done. It hasn't raised any problems that I haven't been able to fix with minimal detriment, and it has saved me an unbelievable amount of stress.
The other reason today was fun was as a result of one of those minor problems - after the Reunion, we take people on a guided tram tour of the UWA campus (Crawley, Nedlands, the colleges and the hospital), which is great and everyone has a good time seeing how the campus has changed in the last fifty years. Unfortunately, we didn't have a guide, and I had a double tramload of people wanting a tour. What the hell, I thought, I'll give it a go. How hard can it be? Turns out, giving a tram tour of UWA is piss easy. Most of it involves reading the signs on the side of buildings, coupled with a decent working knowledge of the campus. I also managed to maintain enough presence of mind that, after saying, "Up ahead on the left, you'll see the headquarters of the Perth International Arts Fesitival in the historic Crawley Building," I remembered to take the microphone away from my mouth before following up with, "Cool, I never knew that was there."
Speaking into a microphone is wicked cool. I've also been half-seriously offered a job as a tour guide.
My new boss (replacing me in my position) officially starts tomorrow. I'm taking the morning off to go and resubmit my biometric data for the UK visa application. Also, the office is a horrible mess and there is two weeks' worth of backlogged work. This handover is going to be great.
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| Tuesday, November 18th, 2008
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2:45 pm
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I think it's about time I got back into blogging a bit more. I intend to be writing about my adventures in Europe for the first half of 2009, so I should probably try to gear up and get back into the habit of writing regularly.
For those who aren't already aware (unlikely, since I haven't talked about much else for the past six months) I will be leaving Perth on the 8th of January, and I expect to return around the 17th of July. Zoe and I have a day in Brunei before going on to London (with a hidden stopover in Dubai on the way). Beyond that, our plans could be described as 'hazy at best', other than a very definite intention to spend Zoe's birthday in Paris.
Since Zoe will be returning home in time for first semester classes, I will be exploring Europe on my own for nearly five months. Needless to say, this is a fairly intimidating prospect, but I'm finally at the point where I can be more excited at the prospect of such an undertaking than worried.
I hit my first major hurdle in preparation today. After six weeks of no contact, the British High Commission called and said there was a 'glitch' in my biometric data for my visa application, and that it would need to be taken again. This involves filling out a whole new application (though, thankfully, not having to pay the enormous processing fee again) and organising another appointment. Unfortunately, this is the busiest time of the year at work, and it's all on me since I'm running the office by myself, so making time will be tricky. However, once the new biometrics are taken, my application will apparently be the first under consideration, so I shouldn't have to wait long to hear back from them.
Speaking of work, I'm damn sick of my job. I'm really not suited to this sort of work; it really needs someone who is well-organised and proactive, and I have to make up for my massive shortcomings in those areas with a level of competence seemingly unheard-of in University administration. The end is so close I can taste it, and it tastes like freedom.
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| Thursday, June 26th, 2008
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| Friday, April 4th, 2008
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9:23 am
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Anybody out there looking for work? I'm looking for a clerical assistant. Duties would include filing, answering phones, data entry, payment processing and mailouts. Hours are flexible, but I'd prefer as close to full-time as possible. Pays somewhere around $25 per hour. The appointment will be for two to three months.
If you're interested, please let me know.
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| Wednesday, December 19th, 2007
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6:06 pm - Invitation
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It's my birthday on the 29th of December; I shall be one quarter of a century old.
To celebrate, I will be having dinner at the Annalakshmi restaurant on the Perth foreshore from 7:00 PM that day (it's a Saturday). If you'd like to join me, I'd love to see you there!
If you intend on coming, please let me know beforehand (comments are ideal) so that I can let the restaurant know approximate final numbers.
Feel free to invite anyone else you know that might want to attend but may not have heard through LJ.
In other news, I have new glasses. They're nearly invisible!
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| Friday, November 2nd, 2007
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1:44 pm - Brief update and job advertisement
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Things are going well! I am busy. I am learning to ride a motorbike and teaching myself to play electric guitar. I have an exam on the 10th in which I have to write four essays in two hours.
I am also now the (acting) Convocation Officer for UWA. This brings me to the advertisement section of the post.
Is anyone interested in casual work? I'm looking for someone to do pretty basic filing, payment processing and telephone reception work. This can be for as many hours a week as you want up to full time, for anything up to six months. I would like to get someone in for at least a few hours a week starting immediately, as I have a function on the 18th that involves a good deal of tedious processing. The pay is at HEE Level 4 with casual loading, which comes out to about $27.50 an hour, I believe. There's nothing involved that can't be learned in a couple of hours.
If this sounds like the job for you, let me know. The more hours you are available, the better.
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| Tuesday, May 22nd, 2007
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10:11 am
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In other news, I am well. I've been working full time at Convocation (the UWA Graduates Association), and I'm planning on dropping back to 30 hours a week to start an Arts degree in second semester (in English, Linguistics and Medieval History). I've been reading Iron Council by China Mieville, an excellent, shorter and subtler counterpoint to the heavy-handed and mildly unsatisfying Perdido Street Station. I've also read a fair bit of Crusades-era European history, and found it fascinating.
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| Thursday, December 21st, 2006
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8:25 am - Quick update for the benefit of James
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Looks like I won't be able to do my remaining three slave posts, on account of Amcom being fucking useless wankers. I can't quite get away with typing 1500+ words at work.
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