It’s been like a week since i posted and everything is new.

Much to my dismay, i had to leave job search training, (and they say sarcasm doesn’t carry in writing!) as i found employment very hastily. Here’s the scoop;

So here i am. 8am. Sleeping, blissfully. My phone rings – i decide it’s not worth getting up for and ignore it. My phone rings again – ignore, again. Third time’s a charm? i answer it this time;

Bouncy sounding young lady: “Hi Matt, my name is Kelly Hopkins and i’m from Hays IT&T recruiting. You want a job?”

…”you want a job?”

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Matt: “No. I don’t. It’s fucking 8am and you woke me up. I hope you get cancer.”

End sarcasm.

Matt: “Tell me about the position”

Kelly: “Well, it’s an Engineer role so it’s right up your alley. You’ll be working for the Caloundra shire council. Thing is, it’s a contract role and i don’t know if you’re interested in those..”

Matt (interested) “”Contract role” is a synonym for “Pay-Matt-more-money-for-less-work”. I’m interested. What rate are they offering?”

Kelly: “I can get you.. *shuffling papers* $30/hour?”

Matt: ” SOLD! When do i start?”

Kelly: “Well, they want to do a quick phone interview but.. how about tomorrow?”

So this Kelly girl is my new best friend.

I didn’t end up getting to start the next day, as that night one of the staff members in the Network support section i was to start working in attempted to commit suicide while at work. This makes the role seem more palatable yes?

Regardless, i started work the coming Tuesday, as the staff were undergoing counseling. This was two days ago, and as you can clearly see, I’ve been challenged to no end! (okay, sarcasm doesn’t carry.)

see also: I’m bored. I’m really, really bored.

At the moment, though i’m “ENGINEER MATT”, I’ve been relegated to being the helpdesk bitch for these guys, while their usual helpdesk wench moves up in life – which would be fair enough, treat your staff better than your contractors, it’s logic.

However. The guy I’m replacing.. well.. he kinda.. sucks – and not just hoover-esque, World’s Largest Vacuum style.

Now don’t get me wrong, i like the guy (even though he kinda reminds me of Riorden, the high school nerd-stereotype – we used to joke that his date to the school formal would be a modem, haha) he’s nice. It’s just a professional thing; he’s not really qualified for the job he’s doing now, and i am. We should be swapped around, they’re paying absurd money for me (somewhere around $50/hour) and I’m under-utilized.

But Matt! you say, You’re earning lots, and doing sweet fuck all – you should be loving it! Well, Ms “random disembodied voice criticizing my attitudes”. I’ve got news for you. If I’m not engaged, challenged and generally way in over my head, I can’t perform – i don’t feel motivated.I’ve got two settings;

1. Matt has way too much work, doesn’t understand most of it = Matt goes spastic, works hard, works fast, gets great results due to pure tenacity
2. Matt has not enough work, or not challenging work = Matt does nothing, quits job.

Oh well. Just keep thinking of the money eh?

Speaking of which, Centrelink never panned out, but that’s alright – earning $1200/week before tax means I’ll cruise money wise. My whole trip will be paid for in a couple of weeks. I’m really happy about that needless to say.

Wow. That was a long rant about not much.

Anyway, I’m currently waking up at 0530 to get to work at 0730. An hour on the bus, whee. And for some reason, it takes two to get home. So lets just round that out at four hours a day commuting or preparing for commuting.

This, is the reason I’ve decided to move to Caloundra.

So i went and looked at an apartment yesterday – share accommodation, renting a room in this three-level four bedroom fully furnished apartment. It’s 5mins walk from where i work, which in turn is two blocks from the beach. It’s $140/week, so cheap as – Oh and one of my roommates is a 24 year old dance instructor. Score.

• A = New job

• B = New apartment (hopefully)

So yeah, i should find out if i got the place today, which is awesome. I’ll move in straight away, take up surfing on my lunchour, and generally just enjoy the beach lifestyle way too much.

Quick aside; Weirdest thing happened on Tuesday – i went to the nearest coffee shop to my new workplace to find myself my regular cup of morning invigoration, and there’s this cute girl named Chloe there. She takes my order and when it comes time to ask for my name, says “It’s Matt, right?”

At that point i was a tad perplexed, I’d never met this girl before. “You’re Sarah’s boyfriend right?”. Even more confusion, i don’t know anyone named Sarah. “I think you’ve got the wrong guy *smile*”. She blushes, finishes my order and apologizes.

So I’m sitting there drinking my coffee when it occurs to me – I do know a Sarah. Kinda. Back when i lived in Brisbane – Scott, Zac and i were out drinking and Scott introduced me to this tallish loud redhaired English girl named Sarah.

So when i go back for my second cup of joy, i ask; “Sarah.. Is this Sarah perhaps a tallish.. loud, redheaded, English girl?”

THAT’S HER!

“How do you know Sarah?”

“I met her in a club this one time. She’s pretty unique.”

Fucking weird eh?

- Matt