Opening Now!

I get to be in the kitchen running breakfast tomorrow.

It starts at 5:30 in the morning, packing lunches for contractors, and baking muffins for folks to eat with their coffees.

(I’m not going to lie. I love being in the kitchen, but I’m excited to also work positions where I get to meet people.)

I’m a little bit nervous, but everyone here is so nice, and super supportive.

It’ll be fantastic. (It will also allow for my fellow kitchen staff to catch up on some much-needed sleep, which I would never begrudge anyone around here. Sleep is a bit of a precious commodity, and sleeping in is practically unheard of.)

On, to early morning adventures!

Phone Blogging

There is…approximately no internet out at the Roadhouse.

 

I suppose I could have had internet, because when I was [icked up from the airport, we went to a shopping centre. I was asked “Do you have everything you need?”

And I was like “Well, I hope so, but I haven’t been there, so I’m really just guessing….”

This is where I confess: this blog is usually post-dated. I built in a ten-day buffer after my blog went dark for a fortnight while we got the internet-situation sorted upon my arrival to the Hipster House.

I got several emails during that time from friends and family asking “Are you dead? Are you okay? What happened to your blog?”

In order to prevent a re-occurence of that (and also to keep a more regular posting schedule) I post ten days ahead. (That’s also why, if the post ever says anything like “I love Fridays!” and you look and it’s a Tuesday…)

 

However, I’ve eaten through my buffer, and am now faced with the less-than-favourable option of Phone Blogging.

I just…

I really prefer typing on keyboards, not touchscreens.

And now I’m whinging, so I’ll shut up.

But, if tagging gets weird, or there ends up being loads of typos or awkward code instead of links, please bear with me on the inevitable learning curve.

Sandwich Crazy

Sometimes in a kitchen, everything is dancing to the music and turning our dishes.

Sometimes it’s “Oh. There are going to be an extra 200 people here this afternoon. They all want sandwiches.”

Sometimes then things get a little crazy.

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Insect Life

I saw my first terrifying giant insect today.

It was a beetle of some kind, and it was longer than my index finger. It was dead, and being eaten by ants, and it’s just the kind of thing that I really don’t want to step in or find in my room.

Ever.

 

But.

 

It’s so cool!

It’s gigantic!

I really need to pick up some kind of guide to local organisms, because I don’t know what anything is.

There’s a giant flock of parrots, called Corillas, I believe, and they’re white and so noisy.

There are giant frogs that I see when I’m walking home at night, leaping off the pathways and into the darkness.

I am so happy to be here.

 

 

In Darkest Night

I wish I words for the night sky here. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.

It feels almost…untouched. There’s no reflection from stadium  lights. There’s no skyline of jenga-stacked lights in highrise buildings. There’s no spilloff from nearby streetlights.

It’s just dark and stars and a slip of moon.

The night sky looks like forever, but also so close, like I could reach up and dip my hands in it; feel the galaxies between my fingers, scratch the stardust under my nails.

I fee like I’m breathing in the space between stars. All of the not-quite, the almost-there. The you-can’t-see-me-yet, just-wait.

The sun takes most of the heat with it, but this is the warm kind of nightdark, that just lets you be still and quiet and living and eternal.

 

Back in the Kitchen!

Yesterday, in the car on my way to the roadhouse,  a phone call happened. I was asked “Do you do Kitchen stuff?”

And I said “Yeah. Sure”.

The schedules went up, and it’s back to crazy hours in the kitchen for me.

This time, though, the kitchen staff is most intersested in communicating and creating positive work environments for everyone involved.

I am totally willing to spend my entire life in a kitchen filled with music, good food, and most importantly, happy people.

 

…though sleep may possibly become an issue at some point…

 

 

The Bark Hut

I got on the plane dressed in layers. I have been shedding ever since. I walked off the plane and wished that I was wearing something without sleeves, or shorts or at the very least lighter socks.

I walked off the plane and into…the Australia from all of the movies. The horizon is greyed out from smoke, but “Not anything dangerous. Just the usual fires”. The car I was in was nearly hit by a kangaroo. We slowed down, swerved to avoid it, and then it turned around and proceeded to jump towards the car.

Kangaroos are A) dumb, and B) seriously pests out here.

I’m working at the Bark Hut Roadhouse, where the staff gets to enjoy our collective pets: We have two water buffalo – Jack and Jill, three emu, Franklin the turtle, and Betty the Olive Python who lives under the staff house.

And it’s warm.

 

Did I mention it’s warm?

 

Yummm…

Farewell, Melbourne

Tonight, instead of packing I helped fill the Hipster House with comedians. (Seriously. This is one of the best things in life. I love it so much.)

There were puppets and wine, Louis Armstrong records and youtube.

All of my new friends from Adventures with F.I.D.O. were there.

There may or may not have been some fantastic music named the “No, I’m *Totally* Packing Blues”.

At the end of the night (meaning the beginning of the morning), we packed my stuff into “granny trollies”, and I got walked to the stop for the Nightbus.

It was the kind of farewell that leaves a person planning the next chance to come back.

So long, Melbourne.

I’m off to the warmer pastures of Annaburroo!

Adventures with F.I.D.O.

I happened to be in town for Situation Comedy tonight. My

comedy friends showed up to say hi, and we hatched a plan for a blanket fort party tomorrow night. YES!

(What? I’m sorry. Me? Sleep? Before a flight? Outrageous!)

After comedy, we went to a chip shop, where the folks at the table next to us taught everyone that it’s bad for your health to fall in love at the Copa Cabana.

I hit back with the elevator-classic Girl from Impanema.

We were all topped by a song that’s new to me: Yes Sir, I Can Boogie.

Our dance party also brought up the song “Wooly-Bully”,

which apparently put my compatriots in mind of high school, steal-the-rival-mascot-style pranks and hijinks. So, we went to spent some quality time with F.I.D.O.

Who is F.I.D.O.? Why, the Fairfield Industrial Dog Obect, of course!

I have lived by F.I.D.O. for months, and only tonight learned that this dog is filled with wires to power it’s red-lit eys and “bark” noise. (Which sort of makes me wonder if F.I.D.O.  is a missing Hellhoumd from Good Omens, or the like…)

We definitely did not try to see if it was at all possible to open up and hide peope inside, trojan-horse style.

 

 

That would be absurd.

And require more tools than a lights and a tire lever.

Jobs, Jobs, Jobs

While in Melbourne, I’ve gotten into the habit of applying for jobs en masse. Things like “Okay, I’ll send out a minnimum of ten a day for the next two weeks” or “I’m sending out thirty before lunch”.

Yesterday, I sent out applications.

Today, I got calls.

I’ve never been in this position. Usually, when I’m “shopping for jobs” it means that I’m searching for anything to apply for that I have any chance at all of possibly getting.

Today, “shopping for jobs” feels more like…purchasing a horse, or looking at houses, (or other things that I have, until today, only imagined doing).

I must confesss: the Melbourne job market was beginning to give me a it of a complex about being utterly un-hireable.

I think maybe I was just applying for the wrong jobs (or, more probably, applying in the wrong place).

Now I get to choose which job I want, instead of which job can I get.

(I asked the internet, and 100% of the people polled said “Go to Perth!” So, Naturally, I’m getting on a plane in two days to go to Darwin.

(I am so excited to be warm!!!)