Ok, since my last 'woe is me' post, things have been quite crazy. I sent out a lot of job applications, including around ten for emergency or short term teaching. From that, I was offered three short teaching jobs, and four emergency teaching jobs. I went to Queensland for my cousin's eighteenth, and this is when things start to go loopy.
FIRST, I was offered a longish short term contract (around ten weeks). I accepted, and quit my Old Job. Simple? Nuh-uh.
THEN My Old Boss rang me to offer me a stable wage, if I returned to Old Job. I wavered. I considered. I called New Job advising I was unsure. I decided to stick with New Job.
NEXT my Old Boss called again, offering me more money to return to Old Job. I refused.
FINALLY on my first day of New Job, Old Boss calls to tell me that the staff member who had to pick up the (minimal, considering I had no work) slack from me leaving had quit, and Old Boss was desperate. So now I work New Job nine days a fortnight, Old Job one day a fortnight, and will probably return to Old Job for a term or so once New Job is finished. PHEW.
Meanwhile, my brief sojourn in Queensland was lovely. I think I should get me a winter home; it is SO nice to be able to sit on the beach, in 27 degree heat, in the middle of winter. Lovely, even though it is eerily wrong. Spent a few days exploring Brisbane, and a few days sitting on the beaches of Sunshine Coast and hanging out with my newly legal cousin.
I've forgotten the excitement of being 18. I'd also forgotten the energy you have when you're 18. My cousin turned 18 on the Tuesday, and went out Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights. I was invited Friday and Saturday, but backed out Friday due to a massive headache. Saturday I drank and danced at the official birthday party (held at a bowls club, SUCH CHEAP DRINKS!), but felt far too old and fearful of hangovers to go out clubbing afterwards.
The surprise point for me was my cousin's freshness on Saturday morning. Having been out the previous two nights, she called me at around nine am and was appalled to learn that we had gone to the beach without her. "Why didn't you invite me?" she demanded. "I thought you'd be sleeping, or hung over!" Ah, yes. Partying in the time of BHO- Before Hang Overs. I remember those days... Now I'm too tired to even get drunk! *sigh*
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I've decided I DEFINITELY need a winter home too. Although, I would prefer Far Nth Qld, just incase it wasn't warm enough in Southern QLD.
ReplyDeleteI think when you were 18 you still got hangovers, but the remedy was to just keep drinking. Or go to work. I don't think it's an age thing - I still have a lot of friends who do this - but more about what your priorities are and how you like to spend your weekends.
ReplyDeleteSince living in France though, I find that I'm happy enough just having one or two glasses with friends. There seems to be an Australian (and British...) mentality of going out to get drunk, rather than just going out.
That's why I'm un-Australian and pround!
ReplyDeleteproud, sorry, not pround.
ReplyDeleteI think you should be proud to be pround too!
ReplyDeleteI got shocker hangovers when I was 18. What has changed is my willingness to write off the whole next day to quality time with the toilet bowl. When I was 18 that seemed a fair exchange for a good night out but now it's too much trouble because there are things I could be doing instead.
ReplyDeleteExcept if I was in North Queensland, where there is nothing to do. Then I would not care how hungover I got, but I would invest in some dark sunglasses. That Queensland sun can be a killer.