No money blues

Oh the dangers of living well. My advice for anyone from the UK coming to do anything in Australia - get a job in Norway first, STACKING that high income paper. To prepare yourself. Bringing your worthless sterling here won't help you. Gone are the days when we would fill the MCG during the ashes and chant '3 dollars to the pound'. Their fault for a comeuppance that I have to bear the brunt of?! Today my food has consisted of quite a lot of bread - a winners diet in my opinion. There is this involuntarily gagging sensation as you force the Australian equivalent of tescos brand sardines on toast down your throat and the un-removed spine gets stuck on your tonsils but character building or what?! Pay day is gonna be one sweet day. I don't know how to break to my landlord/flatmate that my first fornightly pay may not arrive because I don't have the AU equivalent of a National Insurance number... all I can do is work out everyday, building strength. So I can fight their attempts to evict me - it's going to be a funny one. Two weeks pay will be enough for a months rent near enough but I can't spend what I don't have (hi US government). Saying that, every time I pay with my AU cash card I get asked 'Savings or Credit?' Gonna have to start saying credit I think. I'll probably xfer some $$$ from my UK account but that isn't stacked to the brim, that's for sure.

I am also a little bit interested in why the coldest Summer in Sydney for fifty years has come on my watch. I don't want to point any fingers (Canada) but can we all universally sort this shit out? No more of this CO2 messing with the environment.

While I'm on the topic of whining, special mention goes to this 19 y/o Swedish girl I had a date with. Met her at work and she is stunning. Unfortunately she seems to know this - while knowing EVERYTHING. Example of conversation - 'What type of music do you like? Any good bands?' In a completely american accent, 'I don't DO bands... I mean, like, they're just like false idols you know? The ONLY good music is house and dubstep.' Note the full stop. I don't think I had really done anything wrong at this point so this conversation ending full stop doesn't (obviously) stem from anything I did. It stems from her idea that NO OTHER OPINION MATTERS. There was a lot of things that girl did not 'DO'. Including me, it seems. We parted with a peck and a gleeful session of deleting her texts from my phone. I didn't even have the balls to go dutch on this little princess but at least she didn't get anything too expensive....

In her defence though there was this moment where she said 'I'm gonna get the vegetarian lasagne. No wait, the chicken schnitzel.' I went to order the food at the bar, came back and started with 'So you're a vegetarian are you?'

Fail.