I got a call from my friend Tom:
"Hey Miranda, would you like a bike?" He asked.
"Hmmmm, I don't know, I'm rather broke. How much you selling it for?"
"I'm not selling it, I am giving it to you. I don't have room for it anymore!" Tom said.
So... I gots a bike!
My new bike!
Can't say it's much of a 6 speed racing bike, but it is amazing: rusty, vintage and was surely loved in its prime. I love it now... I get to go on all sorts of outdoor adventures around the city. ALSO, the SUN is starting to shine and the weather is shaping up! Perfect time of year for a bike ride to the beach.
Here's Tom on his bike in the park.
As for BOATS:
I went on a cruise of the Yarra River! It was a MUSEX (Melbourne Uni Student EXchange) function. All of the exchange students were invited to participate in this "Booze Cruise" as they called it.
The theme: Dreams and Nightmares. Was having a bit of trouble with that one... Until my friend Damo informed me that he was being a rockstar. He then suggested that Camille and I be his groupies... How that relates to a dream or a nightmare, I'm not sure... I guess its like this: Groupies are a rockstar's NIGHTMARE and it's the groupies' DREAM to meet the band. So, it worked out.
The cruise was great fun. We slowly glided down the Yarra River, the city lights reflecting, vibrant and lively, on the black water. Of course, nobody was paying attention to the beautiful vistas and cityscapes. Everybody was too busy swarming the open bar and grooving on the D-floor!
BARTENDING:
Lets just say my current restaurant job is, hmmm, not the best. The pay is mediocre and the boss is a bit of a, for lack of a better word, jerk face. The other night, I buttered bread for THREE HOURS. Can you imagine doing that?
It went like this:
Grab bread from pile, smear butter, put bread in the box, bread, smear butter, in box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box, bread, butter, box...
Slave labor.
I was in the backroom with a girl from Iran, Mika, and a girl from Columbia, Sandra, for hours. As I snatched bread from the pile, Sandra continued to cut bread. I kept grabbing and grabbing, but the pile never dwindled. We were like a human machine: a procession or progression line or whatever it's called.
During the manual labor, I bonded with the foreign girls. We talked about cultural differences, the war, marriage and its ups and downs, life etc... We also bonded over the bread torture. Sandra told me that one girl got stuck on SOLO bread duty for SIX HOURS. Mika told me that she once did it for the entire day. Once 1:30 AM rolled around, and there was STILL bread to butter, it hit me...
I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE! I can't butter bread all day... I can't. There has to be another job out there. That's when the new search began...
BARTENDING:
It happened quick. Quicker than expected... It was like a sign from god (if there is a god?). I was walking home from work at 2:00 AM with a pizza box under my arm, when I saw her. Kelsey, a wonderful British blondie who just radiates; I get good vibes from her every time she is around. She was crossing the ROD (round about of death).
SIDENOTE: The ROD is a scary roundabout that I have to cross every day: there is no structure to the ROD, no crosswalks (Australian's call crosswalks ZEBRA crossing he he) no organization. It's a free-for-all. You have to cross at the EXACT right time to avoid being hit by oncoming cars and trams. You don't just cross one road either... You have to cross THREE to get past the ROD. It's like that video game, Frogger... I don't know if anyone has ever heard of it, but it's where you are a tiny frog trying to cross a busy highway without getting hit by a car, except for this is real life and I am the frog... Sorry for that rant. Anyway, back to business......
So, I saw Kelsey. I asked her what she was up to. She told me that she had just gotten of work. I asked her where she was working and she said Turf.
"Are you hiring????" I asked eagerly.
"Actually, YES, we need a new bartender!"
And it was like 1, 2, 3 after that! I turned in my resume the next day and I spoke with the manager and he told me I could start Monday, which is today! So, yes, bartending. As of tonight, I will officially be a bartender.
It's extremely convenient because the Turf Club Hotel is literally directly next to where I live. I'm so excited to start! Here is the link to the website if you would like to check it out:
http://www.turfclub.net.au/
Lastly, BYRON BAY:
I leave for Byron Bay on WEDNESDAY! I absolutely cannot wait. Ready for sun, surf and the beach...
That's all for today!!
Lots of love,
Mir
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