Tired of Hangin Around

My life, my jobless life... what next?

The question I asked myself as I awoke on Monday, the only answer I could figure to keep me from going nuts until I left Sydney 2 weeks later, was to find a new job. I figured I'd go for some basic temp work just to keep me outta the house for a while. However I've never really looked for that kinda work and within minutes of updating my CV, I was applying for more city based contracts and wandering why and if I would stay in Sydney any longer. Very confused.

The last job took me a good 3 weeks of beavering away to find, at the end of my first day back job hunting, I had 2 interviews. As the days of the week ticked by I'd been offered a job or two, but nothing I was really keen on doing. So instead, I decided not to.

Midweek, I got up at some stupid time to go take photographs of the sunrise (the only way to see a low slung sun over the East coast of Australia). It was pretty amazing to see more people awake and out pre 7am than any other time (barring the weekends). After feeling all the better for watching the first rays break from the distantly clouded horizon I wandered back home where I let Charlotte - Flees sister back in to Apt 4 Beach Street after her East Coast travels came to a close. We let rip on some travellers tales, before heading into the city to make various lunch dates.

I'd put off visiting Manly until the weather improved significantly to actually enjoy a day at the beach. Lucky enough we picked the very best of the Winter Sun to head off on the city ferry to Manly beach. Manly was the last big tourist pull that I'd not been to in Sydney; it had been billed to me as a classier beach resort with far less of Bondi's OTT-ness. This is pretty much how it was, and after making the obligatory surf shop purchase, we headed down to the sands to catch our first Vitamin D for months. I couldn't quite believe how nice the day was and how warm and empty the beach was.

After an hour of being lazy I got itchy feet and took a walk to each end of the beach, Cabbage Tree bay was absolutely gorgeous tucked out of the breeze and sporting a nice little park as soon as the beach itself finished. Though I had to rush back to the city shortly after this for an interview and then on Friday - a follow up interview with shirt, suit and tie.

Fridays weather in short sucked big. I decided to hibernate whilst waiting for the weekend to show up. Me and the girls got in George Clooneys Syriana DVD and nearly fell asleep. Queue a visit from an old friend to help kick start us. Decca came down to visit and with him, he brought a great idea of Jaegermeister to get us off and running. After a pizza dinner, we polished off a bottle of the herbie stuff in just over an hour and then were rejuvenated suitably to get ourselves out into the city.

Minus 5 was our strange choice for 'warm-up' drinks, refridgerated down to below minus 5 degrees, you borrow eskimo coats and thick gloves to hold your cocktail glasses made from ice. 30mins and 2 cocktails later our cool time was up. A shifty cab ride across the city and we got caught up in the Cargo Bar. It seemed the Jaeger-bombs and chilly cocktails were a good recipe for dancin-juice as we all went a bit nuts and threw out some wild shapes.

Last stop was to be the Cross... again, though I haven't tired of the place. Dragonfly. Wow, disco balls. It was like the Acme disco ball factory in there. Drinks. Many. Something about 4am and it was time to sleep.

With no work on the horizon, the pressure to make the most of weekends was well and truly nullified. So we did nothing.