It really only started about 2:00pm. I went out job hunting, and it was the first real test of the new car. It was bright and sunny, so I had the top off, and driving up the coast with the wind in my hair was a bit too cool for words.
So I drop off a resume at this pub, check out a few shops while I'm up there, buy a lotto ticket (Which after the day I've had I'm convinced is going to win), and head back down the coast to the next pub on my trip.
But instead of taking the road I normally would, I decide to take a different one for a change, and as a result, I end up driving right past the PMFM Road Runners... those cars that give out free shit from radio stations. And who should be driving it but my old mate from school. So I had a bit of a chat with him, and got a 600ml coke, a loaf of bread, a small tin of Pizza Pringles, a magazine, and then continued on my merry way.
After dropping off my resume at that pub, I head onto the last one for the day - my first choice. So I go in there, say to the hot bar girl "I'm trying to chase up some bar work. Is there someone I can speak to?" And she goes off and gets the bar manager. I tell her what I'm after and she goes "I'm glad you came, I need a few glassys. I'll call you tomorrow." So I reckon I've got like a 95% of a kick ass, layed back, no stress, total fun job there.
I know it's not much, but small fish are sweet. Life is good.
I'll let you know how I do on that Lotto Ticket.
MADDOG
So I drop off a resume at this pub, check out a few shops while I'm up there, buy a lotto ticket (Which after the day I've had I'm convinced is going to win), and head back down the coast to the next pub on my trip.
But instead of taking the road I normally would, I decide to take a different one for a change, and as a result, I end up driving right past the PMFM Road Runners... those cars that give out free shit from radio stations. And who should be driving it but my old mate from school. So I had a bit of a chat with him, and got a 600ml coke, a loaf of bread, a small tin of Pizza Pringles, a magazine, and then continued on my merry way.
After dropping off my resume at that pub, I head onto the last one for the day - my first choice. So I go in there, say to the hot bar girl "I'm trying to chase up some bar work. Is there someone I can speak to?" And she goes off and gets the bar manager. I tell her what I'm after and she goes "I'm glad you came, I need a few glassys. I'll call you tomorrow." So I reckon I've got like a 95% of a kick ass, layed back, no stress, total fun job there.
I know it's not much, but small fish are sweet. Life is good.
I'll let you know how I do on that Lotto Ticket.
MADDOG
