more scintillating thoughts

here it goes...

i did some training at a bagel shop practically a block away from the apartment last week.  and they hired me!  so i have a weird little job for now in this jewish bagel place and i make lattes, sandwiches, fill bagel orders, etc. and i can't mix the dairy with the non-dairy products and i can't bring any meat into the shop.  and i officially start on sunday.

earlier this week though, i was called back from two different places for interviews.  one was a recruiter's office (a recruiter basically finds temp jobs for you and sends you on interviews) and the other was a marketing company that helps ngos by doing face-to-face fundraising.  i first went to the interview for the face-to-face fundraising yesterday morning.  and funny thing... it wasn't an interview, it was the job.  they didn't ask me anything about my resume, my experience, nothing.  then they ran me over to pitt mall (a little shopping area) and had me start harassing people to listen to me so that i could guilt them into donating monthly to a prominent ngo that has many programs for australia.  i'm paid by commission for this job only... not ideal.  but i did make two "sales" in the earlier part of the day!  let me tell ya, i was working with two real characters all day, though, who happen to also be the only two employees of the sydney "team" right now... pretty sketch.  i think i'll pass on that for now.

i left "work" early to make it to my next scheduled interview with the recruitment office.  thankfully i had this appointment so i could leave the pitt mall.  my interview at the recruitment office was a breeze, i took a few tests (typing and microsoft word competency) and passed with flying colors.  and hopefully my recruiter will be able to find me a sahhhhweeet office job in the central business district of sydney making the big bucks.  (i went on one interview for a position for one month as a temp personal assistant, but low and behold, i did not receive good news, but that's alright.  better luck next time).

apartment searching is tough, but it's going.  fingers crossed, we'll find a new place this weekend.

what else... i went to the museum of contemporary art and reminisced about my experiencing art class from last semester.  i liked the museum, it was quirky.

something i've learned:

-aussies like to talk to americans because of our accents

-some aussies, once hearing your accent, will call you a yank.  i have yet to determine if this is a good thing or not.  maybe it just is what it is.