I don’t know if I can explain how good it feels to be typing this post on my own computer, in my own room, listening to the gentle 80’s inspired crooning of The Editors on my very own internet connection.

[Sigh of contentment]

Now, next problem to unstick is the job situation. Most of my limited internet time for the last few weeks has been dedicated to making sure I have enough money to eat in a couple of months. That being said, for this carnivore it was a damn pleasant surprise to discover how cheap meat is here in Oz. It’s been hard for me not to devour T-bones by the dozen after three and a half years of piss-poor overpriced beef in Blighty. The price of meat is neither here nor there because without a regular paycheck anything over, oh, free is going to be out of my price range.

There has been progress. I’ve been to a couple of interviews and I’ve got a couple more in the pipe. I’m optimistic. I’m not being more specific because I don’t want to jinx anything. (Loyal readers may remember a post in which I claimed not to believe in jinxes. Well, that was a big fucking jinx.) One of the upcoming interviews is for a proper grown-up job. A job in the city, in an office tower. A job with a healthy grown-up salary. A job that requires me to look the part.

When I was about 25, I had a shaved head, multiple piercings, tattoos, painted nails and all manner of bizarre accoutrements to go with the look. And that was OK for Seattle in the mid-90s. Things have kind of gotten a bit more subtle as I’ve gotten older and moved to regressively more conservative parts of the country but even recently I fancied my look a little edgy in that mid-30’s dad kind of way.

Not so much as of this weekend. We went and bought a suit for the interview. A suit. I have never owned nor wished to own a suit. I haven’t worked a job since I was in my teens that required me to wear a tie. I’ve always consider my friends who donned pinstripes to be sell outs. But that could all change if things go well and do you know what, that’s OK for Adelaide in the late naughties. Maybe the time has come for me to put on a suit and join the ranks of the older (and wealthier) because I’m older (and wouldn’t mind being wealthier) too. I definitely own a suit as we had to let the pants out – all those T-bones, I’m guessing.

So, on Friday I’ll put on my suit and go and do my damndest to convince the suits to let me join their ranks. And I’ll be thrilled if I get the job, absolutely thrilled. And I’ll happily put on a suit every morning to go to work. I did look pretty sharp when I tried it on even if it stung a little when I took my earrings out.

 
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