R.I.P. The Beast (I have a new car)

Well, not new, But newer, I think... anyway, its different, and an improvement.

"The Beast" was the old red Excel Hatchback my sister "gave" to me when she left. Complete with dolphin stickers, faeries, geckos and a butterfly hanging from the rearview mirror. Also her nice "Do I Look Like A People Person" bumper sticker - which along with the other stickers, I couldn't remove. Sigh. Not my problem anymore.

The new car is a 1991 Ford Falcon. It's a manual (wanted), five speed (wanted), and has a CD player (OMG YES, Sea FM gets ever so slightly repetitive). It's only worry is that the wheels might be a little misaligned, gonna have to talk to the guys back at the shop about that this arvo.

The other problem is its messy as all hell. Like disgusting. It must have been a family car, one of those young families with little toddlers who haven't quite worked out what hygeine really means. (I'm a scientist I know). There were like lolly wrappers under teh seat, and mounds of shoe dust - I had to empty our handyvac twice and clean the filters and its still got crud down there.

Luckily Mum is gonna pay for it to get detailed as an early Christmas present, which is will be much more appreciated than standard gifts of cheap clothes and Christian propoganda (which I'm still probably going to get).

This car is mine. By my birthday I should be able really say that (I still owe mum $1000 on it). It's cool having a car that is yours, the Beast wasn't really mine, cos it was still my sister's in my mind, and it had a lot of scars from when she had it. Let's hope I can wait a while before adding my own scars to this baby, aye...

Work Like A Man: Part Two

The new job at Rydges Capricorn Resort is faring up well. I've been hired by the Banquets department, but have thusfar served one shift and three training sessions there, while spent about a week as a casual at Golf Course Maintenance, helping them catch up on their workload. So far we have been weeding bunkers, and next week we should start on exciting work of edging pathways. And then I should be getting more hours in my department.. What I'm really keen on is moving into their Japanese restaurant つるや Tsuruya. Now, that would be pretty cool.

I'd forgotten how full on a floor job in hospitality can be, and it turns out that 8 hours in the sun, with a 6:00am start (I normally rouse sometime after 10 - and that's an early day) is slightly less stressful, even though it is probably a bit more labour intensive (something my weedy geek body isn't exactly used to either). Working on the golf course has been cool, you get to drive buggies (though the maintenance ones tend to ahve been trashed a bit compared to teh guest ones) and its out in the sunshine. Sunlight does allegedly help produce endorphins, and it definitely has been getting me a bit less depressive.

Not being a golfer (or much of a sportsman) - I never really noticed how big the course is they have out there. It's 36 holes (which is two complete 18 hole courses) and covers quite a lot of ground complete with several billabongs and a creek providing water hazards. So far in terms of wildlife I've seen kangaroos, curlews, cockatoos, a few goannas, and a lone juvenile brolga the other day. Here's some piccies taken on my breaks.

Having someplace nice to work at is good too.

Work Like A Man...

I've gone from being a lazy ass to having three (??) jobs. I'll explain better when I have time. Other new stuff is also happening, leading to excitement and turmoil in my life. Yippee.

I'm getting up at 6:00 to weed golf bunkers.