Phew

Do you ever lay in bed at night and think to yourself thank god that day is all over with?!

I did that last night and not because it was Valentines Day. In fact i was so busy most of the the day that it wasnt until the little chinese guy in Gloria Jeans wished me Happy Valentines day with my Hazlenut Latte that i even remembered.

I had my 2nd round of my job interview at 8am in the morning in which i had to answer 40 questions in an hour! I then had to rush to North Sydney and start my other job at 9:30am. By 1pm i had dropped a tray of bloody coffee all down myself - ruining my new shirt and burning myself. I then had to attend my 3rd round of the interview at 4pm in which i had to do a radio presentation to 3 managers (having had to rush into Portmans and buy myself a new outfit first!)

In between all this happening the guy with the stupid name text and asked if i wanted to go for lunch Sunday - i agreed. I may not fancy him but i could do with friends right now. I then checked RSVP which is actually quite good fun when you get past all the 40 year old men trying to talk to you! And i really hot guy from West Sydney had emailed me back. Apprently he is a sucker for an English accent to.....i'm starting to enjoy being English. We may meet up Saturday night??

So after an exhausting day i lay in bed with a bottle of Australia's finest wine and gave a sigh of relief that i was here, and not at home faced by my past Valentines.

Park Life

It's weird how things happen and the course a day can take.

I got a phone call from my temporary prat of a boss yesterday morning saying i didnt need to come into work as he was jetting off to New Zealand on some urgent business. He could have told me that before i had got up early, got washed and changed and was about to walk out the door but nethertheless the sun was shining outside at last so i thought i would make the most of it and i could prepare for my 2nd round interview at the radio station.

So i packed up my note book, grabbed a coffee, some ciggies and a newspaper and went to Hyde Park. An article in the paper caught my attention. It was about how singles this Valentines Day are going to big speed dating events across the country instead of sitting home drinking wine and watching Bridget Jones. Thats actually not what it said but along the same lines. It had all been arranged by Australia's number one dating site RSVP! I had never used the internet to date before, and had always been a bit skepticle - i mean has it really come to this? But i have met a few people who met there partners on the internet so perhaps i should give it ago.....i mean it's not as though my mobile has been ringing off the hook with offers.

Literally as i put the paper down and lit up a cigarette (which i was planning on giving up this week!) this georgeous guy comes over and asks for a light! As i always do when i fancy someone my mind goes blank and i turn all stupid and girly. Unbelievably he still asks if he can join me and we start talking.

He is cute, he is funny, he has a great body, he is from Melbourne!! WTF?! He is here visiting relatives. Damn it.

4 hours later i have registered my details on the RSVP website and have decided to not quit smoking just yet!

Why does it always rain on me?

Since my thoughts just recently have consisted of staying in Sydney, it appears that a higher being is trying to put me off and tell me to go back to England.

Firstly it has rained non stop, its still a great city but like anywhere in the world the rain makes it feel like hard work, dull and miserable. Then yesterday morning i had my first encounter with a cockroach!! I came out of the shower and very nearly stood on it. It was the size of my hand - well maybe not but it was huge. After standing there screaming and trying to kill it with my shoe a house mate very kindly came and rescued me and proceeded to say 'oh it's only a cockroach you get alot of them here'!

Not where i am from you dont! I have never seen one in my whole life.

I also got a call from my mum on Thursday to let me know that my nanny is very sick and they think she only has a couple of weeks to live. My mum was so sad and all i could give her was words of support - i would have given anything to have been with her and given her a hug.

Then there is the job which progressively got worse this week. Working as a PA sucks. They sent me out to get coffee 3 times in one day. I order lunch and write minutes and then i made the fatel mistake of saying i was pretty good at Powerpoint so i spent all of yesterday doing powerpoint presentations for three directors who have not a clue. Guess i am not cut out to be a PA. And if all of that is not bad enough there has been a distinct lack of handsome men to keep me occupied on my travels to and from work. Perhaps the hot guys go into hibernation when it rains.

However i am pleased to report that none of this has dappened (excuse the pun) my spirits too much. On a good note i had an interview at the top radio station in Sydney this week and they want to see me again. If successful they are also able to offer me sponsorship which means i can work here for up to four years. The money is great and i would really be able to live the lifestyle and not feel like a traveller.

I suppose you have to take the good with the bad sometimes.

Sy

Could I, Should I

There is one big thought on my mind at the moment (even more so then will it ever stop raining!) and i don't know what has brought it on. I keep thinking about staying in Australia for good. When i started this journey it was to see if there was a better life somewhere and get away from the heartbreak that i was surrounded with at home.

I was on the bus home last night and i heard these two Irish girls talking about how long they have been in Sydney and how easy it was to get sponsorship, and i couldnt help but listen. I never really contemplated staying here when i started out, and perhaps i am being hasty and getting carried away in the whole city life/buzz thing.

So today i have been searching the internet for options. I should be working but its so bloody laid back here i thought i might as well take advantage of the free internet access. Could i really 'live' in Australia? Could i really leave everything behind for good? I have a feeling that nothing would have really changed when i go back home next January. SB will still be there with his girlfriend and his house. My friends and family will surround me, but will it be enough. I have never felt roots in my hometown and country and it took me a long time to realise that i needed to get away. Now i have done that - could i, should i go home again??

Sy

Shitty Weather!

Following a shitty Friday night the weekend got much better despite the shitty weather. On Saturday the sun came out about 12pm so i decided to take a stroll to Paddington Market as i had heard it was pretty good. Not really knowing my new area to well i stepped out on Oxford street and was overwhelmed by the amount of trendy, cool, fashionable types that were at every turn. And beautiful too. It certainly made me feel a bit bad about myself.

I have cool and trendy days but this was not one of them - and if it wasnt for the fact i am a lazy cow i would have gone back home and changed!

When walking around the market itself i noticed so many things that i could buy for people back home. Jewellery for my mum, beads for my sister, and big crocodile teddy for my brother and an amazing canvas of Sydney Harbour that i know SB would have loved. I left empty handed and felt a bit sad.

Sunday was another shitty weather day - it seriously rained non stop all day. But that didnt dampen a really great brunch with a fellow blogger JB. He kindly agreed to meet me in Potts Point which is another area i had not visited and i fell in love with. I had not banked on it raining in Sydney so had to cave in and buy an Umbrella which subsequently was bloody broken when i tried to put it up. Again i should have returned it but am a lazy cow. JB talked candidly about his life, his past and his present and it was great to listen to his tales of Sydney. I also think he has a little obsession about England and secretly only agreed to meet me because of my accent!! He also gave me some great tips and where to find single, straight business men and i will be putting his recommedations into practice over the next week or so. Thanks JB.

The weekend was topped off by 4 and half hours of TV! I sat down to watch the biggest loser - my first bit of Australian TV with a big tub of chocolate ice cream and felt pretty smug about it!

Sy

No heart at Home

Last night i had my first rubbish experience of Sydney.

Having moved out of the hostel all the guys that i shared a room with decided to have one last night out as we were all moving on this week so i met up with the Canadian, the mank, the Italian and the 2 swedes at Side Bar and we were going to hit up some bars and say our farewells. The night started great, now i have a job i don't have to drink cheap beer so i was in full glory drinking Vodka and tonics. We made our way down George Street stopping in a few bars along the way when the Canadian suggested we go to Home - a night club at Darling Harbour. These were his precise words 'Sy, this guy (some random guy at the bar) say's that Home is banging tonight do you fancy going there' I reply 'Umm i guess so if everyone else wants to go, but will they let me in with flip flops (thongs) on' the random guy says 'yeah no problem'

So we go to Home around 12 of us in the end. $25 to get in! But i still go. Nothing is said about my choice of footwear. The club itself was ok, music sounded great, lighting was good. There were a few too many chinese boys wearing baseball caps and trying to rave for my liking but it was ok.

I lasted an hour without a ciggy, so went to find a smoking area. I asked a bouncer who kind of grunted and pointed outside. I went out the door and started to puff away when another bouncer came over and put a gate thing in front of my blocking me from getting back.

'Excuse me i have paid (showed him my stamp) im just having a quick fag and then ill be going back in'
'No you won't'
'Im sorry'
'Once you have come out you cannot go back in till 1am' What the fuck?! It was now 12:15pm.
'But all my friends are in there i can't wait out here alone for 45 minutes?'
'Sorry mate nothing i can do'
'Don't you mate me, are you seriously saying you are gonna leave me standing out here for 45 minutes because i came out for a cigarette?'
'Well i cant let you back in anyway as your wearing thongs'

I was absolutely furious - he wasnt listening which made me even worse so in the end i jumped in a taxi and went back to my home, where i was welcomed by smiling faces and a glass of wine.

Surry Hills

I have a place to stay!

I was starting to get just a teeny weeny bit worried that i was not going to find anywhere i liked but then low and behold i stumbled across an area by the name of Surry Hills! How i have missed this little suburb i do not know but it's perfect. Its location is excellent with pretty much everything i need in strolling distance including my fave - Hyde Park. The area itself has a really nice feel to it.....i hate to say it but it kind of reminded me of home! Its my guilty pleasure and it feels familiar to me in a strange way. There are a couple of great pubs - and when i took a look in the Clock last night.....not a bad looking bunch at all!

Anyway i have found a great place - it's not the biggest, cleanist or newest house i have seen. In fact it's really old but my room is a good size, i have lots of storage and clean sheets and it's only me - my own space. I moved in last night and it felt so great to shut the door and be alone. So much so i walked around naked for a while - just coz i could!!!

Also on the man front - i met an Aussie guy in the bar a few nights ago. Really not my type and he had an awful name but was nice guy. I don't trust nice guys! He asked for my mobile number, which i gave to him (think i had had too many Corona's) and he text me last night asking if i wanted to meet. I had an excuse with moving in the house but he text me again asking to meet up. Not sure what to do.........is there any point if i didn't fancy him or does he genuinely just want a friendly drink. Is there such a thing?? Answers on a postcard please.