Guess who got two job offers and two more interview offers in the space of five days?! Yaaaaas. It’s hard being wanted by so many employers. 😉 In all seriousness though, since the second I arrived in Perth I’ve been working my ass off handing out CVs, emailing employers and applying online to try and get work ASAP, so I guess it’s paid off.
I am now a bartender at The Elephant and Wheelbarrow, a British pub just a fifteen minute walk away from my hostel. Being there is just like being home again. I’m only working Saturday nights, helping out with functions and the live music events, but that works well for me because there’s no way I could work until three/ four AM more than once a week. In fact, I’ve only done one shift there and think I may only have a few left anyway which is a shame; I received an e-mail this morning saying that they’ve sold their Leasehold business training, so new operators will be starting in a months’ time and we will all lose our jobs.
But the shift I worked last Saturday was a buzz. I was working a function for a 50th birthday before moving over to the main bar. I enjoyed the familiar pub smell of beer and spilled ale, dirty ashtrays and wet cloths. I also liked the familiar manoeuvring and weaving around other members of staff- jumping out the way when they need to get to the alcohopops in the fridge behind me and reaching over their shoulders to snatch the card machine from them when they’re done. It can be stressful working in an environment like that, but it is really fun. Especially when you have the entertainment of drunk people to feed off over the course of your shift (lots of Scottish and Irish), grabbing your hands and telling you how soft they are, high- fiving you because you’re English or slurring and stumbling their way to getting another drink, whilst trying to act sober. Seeing people in that kind of state always makes me cringe when I think of myself after a few drinks.
So yes, that one shift (which earnt me a whopping $230), has gone a long way. It was worth that horrible feeling of dread when it was four AM and I was exhausted, couldn’t feel my legs and was only just leaving, acknowledging the fact I only had two and a half hours to leave for my trial shift at Barchetta.
I LOVE Barchetta. The job could not fit me better. It’s a mediterranean restaurant right on the beach in Cottesloe, overlooking the sea where apparently whales are often spotted this time of year (which would be a dream come true for me). The beach itself is a proper beach. We’ve had our paradise beaches the last few weeks, but the beach here is like a beach out of a romantic comedy movie. Peaceful, gentle waves, soft white sand, long grass growing beside the wooden, crooked steps leading down to it. Barely anybody in sight.
On the way to my trial shift, I felt AWFUL. I’d been awake for nearly twenty four hours, my feet and legs were in AGONY, I was falling asleep on the train… I was not in the mood at all. I was so close to calling in and cancelling on them, but I knew that would be stupid. But when I started walking along the beach to get there, it really picked my mood up.
All the people I was working with that day, were SOOO lovely. They helped me with everything I needed help with, without making me feel like a nuisance and they were just generally so friendly and proper made an effort to speak to me and make me feel like part of the team, praising me for anything good that I did. There was such a chilled out vibe in there, despite how busy the restaurant was. I feel like I picked up the job so quickly and everything came so naturally to me. Considering I’ve just started too, they’ve already given me four shifts for this week, which I’m so grateful for.
So, I’m a working woman once again, earning money to save for my next adventure. We’ve decided we want to go to Broome in the beginning of November, so after I’ve done my sky dive I need to put money aside for that. But before anything we need to save for a deposit for a shared house. We’re desperate to get one now. This hostel is great, but other people are starting to grain on us a bit now.
There’s a couple of loud and obnoxious guests and I keep getting woken up early by people in my room, one person being an older woman who banged her bed loudly on her bunk bed, before scratching her ass and rummaging through a carrier bag for over a minute at seven AM. The other day, me, Jenny and Bilal put on a film in the lounge (the first time in a week we’ve chosen something on the TV), this ‘clique’ of people sat at the table next to the TV playing drinking games and just screamed and shouted over each other throughout the entire duration of the film. So inconsiderate…
But they’re not all so bad. There are two guys here from Liverpool which are so lovely. One is ginger and tall and the other small with long dark hair. They have that heavy but soft Liverpool accent and the first time I met them I was stood with a raw jacket potato in my hand trying to work the oven, when I looked to my left and they were stood looking at me, also holding raw jacket potatoes! Sooo funny and so typically British.
We ended up cooking them all on the same tray. Apparently they have a jacket potato every day. I’ve been eating them a lot because they’re cheap and filling and every time they come into the kitchen when I’m making one they say “on the spuds again are ya?”.
The smaller one with the cap and long dark hair was the one that encouraged me to go to Broome. We stood in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil, and he spoke about it like it was a secret, sacred place that only some people go to. Apparently they have raves on the sand dunes there and it’s much more hippy-like. They have about three eclipses every month, where the light makes it look like a staircase is reaching up to the moon. He said “I didn’t feel like I’d seen real Australia until I went to Broome”.
The other day we headed to Fremantle for a few hours, to be a bit closer to the sea and to see if it has good potential for somewhere to live. I preferred it so much to Northbridge. It was basically the Lee-On-Solent of Perth for me. The typical seaside town with its salty, fresh air, fish and chip shops, quiet docks and ice- cream stands. Pickup truck, after pickup truck drive past smoothly.
It was surprisingly really quiet there, but everywhere seems to be in Perth. Sometimes when you’re walking around it can be quite eerie, like you in a post-apocalyptic world and you’re the only one that’s survived. We sat in a coffee shop and treated ourselves to cake, brownie and vanilla rooibos tea.
There was a Smiths tribute band playing at a venue near us the other day, so we went with Mia and Harry which was a good, cheap night. I indulged in a few cheap glasses of wine and we kept giving each other ‘the look’ whenever the lead singer (impersonating Morrissey) danced across the stage in a really forced, unnatural way. Being in a venue like that at a gig, was literally like being at home.
A week has passed, but it feels like so much longer. We’ve definitely settled in now and I think in a couple of weeks’ time we will be in a proper routine. I’m missing Asia a lot. But I’m sure once I’ve saved some money to actually do some touristy things in Australia, I’ll love it just as much as I did Asia.
I’m pleased that I’ve kept up with the regular exercise , especially yoga (apart from yesterday because I was dead to the world yesterday with exhaustion, I spent the whole day on the same spot on the sofa, having episodes, watching Sandra Bullock movies and drinking peppermint tea). My shins and feet felt really damaged after working all those hours, so I think a rest day was very much needed. I’m still eating healthy too, except from the occasional cheat, like a doughnut or McDonalds (they have chips and gravy at the Maccy’s here, how could you not?!).
But today is a new day! I’ve had my morningly coffee and am now going to do some cardio followed by some yoga. Jenny has an interview at three, then we’re probably going to meet Mia afterwards which will be nice. Speak soon!