Thirteen days into my new life in Melbourne and I am really starting to feel it. Not exactly the coolness, culture and creativity that I had envisioned but instead the strains of the job hunt. Working gives a sense of achievement. Even when you hate it and are counting down the minutes until the weekend – at least on the weekend you revel in the time you’ve got to relax. I am hunting within the typified work hours and am making progress but I still haven’t got much to show for my work which doesn’t send the spirits soaring. Yet I know that the fashion that I am going about it may take time. All I have heard is that it is contacts that will get you a job, so I have been working on developing my contacts extensively since I’ve been here. This has lead to some interesting leads and I feel I am gaining a lot of useful knowledge. But…. at the same time I also feel that I’m entering into relationships – regardless of how fleeting or twitterised they may be – with an agenda.
I want a job, and I will put on any friendly facade to get one.
The funny thing though is that none of my new contacts have provided any fruit yet I still feel much better for branching out. Something that I constantly seem to forget is that when you move to another place where you hardly know anyone, you hardly know anyone. Though there are plenty of people around it takes a while to melt the outer layers and really get to know them. So the more people that I meet the more roots I feel I am planting in this place. While not showing it’s worth in a professional sense yet, it certainly has on a social level, and that is something that shouldn’t be overlooked with the job hunt.
Aloha! Ten hours of cramped madness on a plane lead on to 24 or so hours of beach bliss in Honolulu, Hawaii…. After a flight without much sleep i managed to find a way to my hostel thanks to a shuttle bus that didn’t pick me up the following day despite me buying a return ticket, causing a brief moment of worry. Once settle in the hostel I checked out the bech and promptly had a two hour nap on it. Now don’t judge me – I know that when actually asleep you may as well be in Dungowan due to your lack of awareness, but I was very tired and it was an incredible nap – no regrets.
Then thanks to some advice fro a very friendly tour salesman called Wade I had lunch at Teddy’s bigger burgers and I truly tasted America. I wouldn’t say it was “Juicy” like Wade said – but it went down alright and it filled me up. I was actually too scared to order the biggest range of burgers because this is America – land of the large and home of the heavy! In Australia I’d be there, I’d relish the challenge, confident that I could take it all, but not here, not yet.
After my bangin burger I hung out at Waikiki beach until I watched the sun set over the water – walking along the sand dodging the sun bathers, wading along in the water – cutting my feet on the coral in the flat surf, chatting to a friendly chap from Tajikistan and people watching and listening (there are many tourists from all over the world), reading a newspaper that I bought from a box on the street (!) where I read the word ‘winningest’ in regards to a successful football coach, and then watching a Hula performance. Despite being quite urbanised and modern Hawaiins seem qutie proud and embracing of their heritage – saying ‘Aloha’ and ‘Mahalo’ (thankyou) both in everyday speech and in signage.
In the youth hostel I managed to get about five hours sleep after chatting with a friendly American surfer who had some sea anenameas stuck in his foot. The next mornign at five I caught another shuttle bus to the airport – LA bound!