Perth – Victoria Park to be exact!

So much has happened since I have last written the blog. Megan has gone back to Brisbane and has found herself a job – which reminds me, lol, Megan’s first day of work consisted of catching the wrong train, getting her car bogged and wearing jeans and a cardigan to work – she thought she would be issued with a uniform, but no - she was supposed to wear business attire. And then – after her first week, she put up a Facebook post, telling everyone how she had won an award called the ‘Einstine’ award. I wanted to point out the obvious – that she had spelt ‘Einstein’ incorrectly, but the irony made me laugh every time I thought about it, and I like laughing at irony (btw, yes, someone else did point out the correct spelling to Megan).

It was sad to see Megasaurus leave the camping site, but then Kristy and I decided to move on up in the world, and we traded in our tent for a Perth apartment, an apartment in Victoria Park to be precise. We love this place! It has a view of the city (how beautiful is Perth! Pretty and clean and Swan River Oh My!). Every Thursday is a fire work display that we watch from our balcony, and every night we watch the sun set to the left of the city – gorgeous gorgeous, gorgeous. LG!

It was an unfurnished apartment to begin with, and as we were both not working at the time, it was a challenge for us to furnish it for as cheap as possible. We managed to have the whole thing furnished for under $300.00! OMG, how stoked were we!!! For the furnishings, we have to thank hard rubbish (Perth people throw out really good stuff!), The Quokka (is like the Victorian Trading Post) which not only has VERY cheap things to purchase, but also has a number of free items, if you are willing to go and collect them – and we were! The apartment looks stunning and stylish and it is a pleasure to wake up in it every single morning.

Also, in addition to our luck with the cheap furnishings, when we rented the apartment, we were given a week’s free rent, on the proviso that we clean it ourselves. With my germ phobia I would have re-cleaned everything anyway, so it worked out perfectly!

So now we live under 5 kilometres from Perth city, 5 minutes drive to the Casino, and one minute walk to all the shops, cafes, supermarkets, etc that grace Albany Hwy shopping precinct, which in W.A. they pronounce it Elle-bany, (not All-bany like we do in Vic and NSW). Some people here have even asked if I am English – they think I have an accent!

Kristy has a job, back again working for Borders Express – same company that she worked for in Victoria. She is enjoying it, and likes being behind the wheel of a big truck again. But I’m not allowed to talk about the new dent in the front of the truck... ONLY JOKING! Of course she didn’t dent her truck in her first week (or did she?????) Ahhh, she is going to tell me off for writing all of that!

I have been for a number of interviews, and for a while there became a tad depressed about the lack of job offers. Many of the interviews seem destined to fail before I even got there! Here are 2 examples:

Example A: I printed up over a 100 pages of documents to provide examples of previous work I have done to present at interview. When I arrived at the interview, I realised that my water bottle had leaked in my briefcase and all the documents were wet. At interview I presented soggy documents, with the ink running and the pages stuck together. I did not get offered that job. Didn’t want it anyway (seemed very boring, with no work-life balance and the boss kept big-noting himself at interview), however would have liked to be offered it, just for the ego boost.

Example B: I had organised everything for the interview the night before, including example documents. I woke up early, showered, dressed, ate breaky – all in enough time. I got in the car with 20 minutes to spare (the job was a 5 minute drive away) but thought it would be good to get there early. The car wouldn’t start!!!!! After 5 minutes of trying to start the car, and wishing and praying, I raced back inside and rang the workplace, and explained what happened and that I would be walking to the interview, but that I would be a little late. I started walking (forgot my jacket, but, oh well, at least I remembered the documents). The sun was boiling hot, and soon I was sweating (great look to arrive at interview with underarm sweat stains), so I was half way to the interview (I love Google Maps!) and I was cursing God and the Universe for the heat, it then started to rain! Of course it did! It hadn’t rained in 3 months, Perth was bordering on drought conditions, and it rains when I am walking to an interview!!! So, I arrived at the interview, late, wet and again, with soggy documents. Should I be grateful that I didn’t have sweat soaked armpits? I haven’t heard back from this job, but I am not feeling hopeful.

NB: I have stopped taking documents to interviews.

Oh, and Kristy wants me to tell everyone that the car didn’t start because I was using the wrong key (we have one key that is a spare key – it doesn’t have a micro-chip in it, and that micro-chip is necessary to start the car). At the time I didn’t realise that I was using the wrong key – they all look the same.

Besides a few negative incidents on the job hunting front, there are currently two jobs that look extremely hopeful and I hope to be offered both of them. They are two very different workplaces and I am not sure which one I will take if I get offered them both. Cross your fingers and toes and all parts of your body for me (Karen says she will NOT cross her legs, but she will cross most other things for me) , as I REALLY need to work, I am getting bored out of my brain at home.

Oh, and I’m also running my massage and beauty therapy business on the side (on the die of what???). I have set up the spare room, and it looks beautiful and tranquil, with a massage table and perfume thingies and crystals. I already have a couple of great clients, however the first massage I did, it was for a guy and he was DISGUSTING! He was highly inappropriate, asking me to massage high on his inner thigh, and moving the towel to expose certain bits of himself. Ugggg. At the time I was highly traumatised, however I have since moved on and used the situation as a lesson to NEVER massage men in my home when I am home alone. Should I also put a weapon in the massage room? I considered a machete – thought it would send a strong message to any guys who wanted to be idiots – however thought that a machete might take away from the peaceful ambience of the room (just a little).

OMG, that reminds me of something that I did by accident! I have gotten a number of improper, unseemly and actually highly offensive calls/texts from guys re the massage business. For all of them, I am totally clear that the massage is NON sexual, and that NO I do not massage groin or inner thigh and that I don’t give any extra’s, etc. When the guys call me, I generally save their details in my phone, so if they ring again, I know who they are. So anyway, this one guy, who I thought was asking strange questions, and he wanted a massage at 11pm, I saved his details as “Late night Massage Guy – Very Suss”. Unfortunately, I had accidently put it in a text, instead of putting it in his contact details AND I SENT IT TO HIM!!!!! Ummmm, F#@%! Weirdly enough, a week later he texted me again, asking for a massage (it was 10.30pm!) I didn’t even reply to him. Weirdo.


Come to think of it, Perth men ARE strange. There was this time (at bandcamp?) when Kristy and I were going to dinner (Thai – yum) with Gen (remember Gen and Trent from previous blogs? Well they are living in Perth now, so we have caught up with them!). Anyway, as we were driving to dinner, Kristy and I are looking out the window and looking at the cars next to us when we see the car beside us, and the passenger (a guy of course) is stark naked, leaning back in his seat and bouncing his “bits” up and down. Oh yeah, that was a real treat. Kristy wanted to burn her own eyes out.


Tomorrow we are going to Rottnest Island – Yay! We are also going with friends when they come and visit, but Kristy and I wanted something fun to do over the Easter break, and as it is cheap fares out to Rottie on a Tuesday, we thought we would take advantage of it.

We have many visitors coming to see us while we are here – Karen & Nardie (who are continuing to stalk us from Melbourne, to Ayers Rock and now to Perth), Jake (veeeery exciting that she is coming), my daughter and granddaughter (CANNOT WAIT!) and Darren from the Rock (will be good to see him outside of Yulara). And Sarah and Mick have already been to see us, which was totally lovely and it was nice that family have now seen where we live.

Kristy and I have finished watching the first half of Season 2 of Glee, and so the Glee chapter of our lives has ended, at least until we get the second half of Season 2. Sometimes I still hear Kristy playing one of her Glee C.D.’s, but it is less and less these days (I guess she gets Glee out of her system when she is driving the truck. Hmmm, that could explain the dent).

I am so bored that I find myself watching Sabrina the Teenager witch, in between cleaning the apartment, making gourmet meals and job searching. DEAR GOD!!!!!!!!!!!! Will someone PLEAAAASSSEEEE employ me before I start getting seriously interested in the plot of Charlie’s Angels (did Farrah ever wear a bra in that show???)

While I am still enjoying my Vodka, Ginger Ale and Lime, I also have strong yearnings for Malibu – not sure why, just loving the coconut taste. Kristy says that I am having so much of it that she is soon going to call me “Malibu Barbie”. I have been called worse things, so as nicknames go – I am happy!