So, I have requested an Australian tax file number (which basically means I am "on the grid," it's like an Aussie social security number so I can get taxes back from what they take out of my check) and have officially opened an Australian bank account (it currently has $20 in it, to cover the costs of keeping it open until I find a job). I now have to, actually, find a job. I've been pointed in a thousand different directions, but I think the one that makes most sense to me in going to a temping agency. Going in, I know I can only work for a company for 6 months, so it just makes sense to go to a temping agency, as they will be also looking for someone short term. Also, one of Sarah's friends, who loves America, Americans, our cheap prices, and our hamburgers, said she could help me and maybe suggest some agencies to go to. And that is the next step.
To update you on what I have been doing the past couple of days:
-I can indeed still play volleyball. I practiced with Marie and her team on Monday. But, since I haven't played in forever, I am still getting soreness. Not just of leg muscles and shoulders, but my forearms- need to get used to bumping a ball again. I busted many a blood vessel the other night. And I am supposed to play with them again tonight...
-I don't like Australian canned refried beans. They add all kinds of spices to them. I don't think I will be getting them again.
-I would recommend the movie "Machine Gun Preacher." I watched it the other night with some of Sarah's friends. It was really good, very sad at some parts.
-On the same day that I played volleyball, I walked to a town called Newton to go shopping. I could have taken buses, but I wanted to get my bearings and I felt like walking. It was probably too much on top of volleyball, and may be while I was sore 2 days later.
-I finally rode the bus yesterday, and encountered my first crazy, on my very first day. I was ok the whole trip to Adelaide, nothing went wrong, until the last leg of the trip from the Paradise Interchange to where I was going to be dropped off on Lyons Road to go home. I spotted the guy before the bus even came; he was disheveled looking, and I silently hoped he was not taking my bus. Of course, when my bus rolled up, he got on last and started asking the driver where the bus went. I take it that he felt the driver was not courteous enough in his response, so he started cussing as he walked back to scan his ticket. The driver pulled off before the man was seated, causing him to fly into more screaming and cussing, "f*cking w*nker," and stuff like that. What bothered me about this most were the 15 or so school kids riding the bus with me. School had let out recently, and if this was freaking me out, they probably were too. At his stop, he walked up to the front of the bus to get off so he could cuss some more at the driver. He got right in his face. Finally he climbed off the bus, but he thought he heard the driver say something back to him, and climbed back on, cussing the threatening him more. Ugh, close the doors! I thought. I wished I had been a huge, muscular man. I wanted to kick that guy's butt. I had adrenaline pumping for about a half hour after that.
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