Sheridan’s Blog

The past few weeks have brought me a job, which affords me the opportunity to get up nice and early (like right now). Unfortunately, doing anything at this hour is futile as my brain is still in bed. It’ll take a while to get used to it. I recall the Show days of consistently getting up around 5am and going to bed no earlier than midnight. How did I do it?
I’m working at a private medical facility in East Melbourne. We deal mainly in eyes, and we probably have the top eye surgeons in Australia. Most of them are highly-respected, published doctors; many of whom are still active researchers and pioneers in their field. As an eye surgeon, I guess you’d want to be seen as particularly diligent, since you would be required to routinely poke about, inject or laser someone’s eyeball. So I’ll be supporting these people in their everyday practice.
In other news, Tim let me drive his car yesterday. Luckily there were few other cars on the roads in the Doncaster region. I only made it up to 2nd gear, but to be fair to myself, there were many speed humps and corners and we didn’t really reach open road. It is nice to drive something with power steering.
Have to go to work now.

After a week of thinly-veiled panic, the job interviews are flooding in. In fact, I look forward to getting an actual job since it’ll be much easier than running form interview to interview. And the money would be nice also.
In other news, I am pining for the Melbourne International Comedy Festival. Why do they put this on when I can’t really justify the cost to attend? It’s just cruel. So I have been watching Flight of the Conchords on YouTube and laughing until my throat bleeds. Those guys are so funny. This is where genius really lives. You must hunt it down and watch it – it’ll change your life.
Meanwhile, I cannot find my way around a city like Melbourne. I can navigate myself all around London, I can find food and lodgings in Laos and Vietnam, but I’ll be darned if I can work out which exit to take off the bloody Western Ring Road to get back home. I’ve been to Pascoe Vale every day this week. Unintentionally every time. If anyone has a Melways post-2003, forward it along please.

It costs $4 for a coffee here?!?!?! It’s almost cheaper back in London! I cannot believe it. Apparently some other things have changed as well: 90% of the roads around Tim’s house, the price of a newspaper, the government, etc. Strangely enough though, I was out on the road the other day (driving), and no one cut me off or honked at me and everyone stayed mainly in their lanes. I had one hand on my horn anyway (as a precaution), but it wasn’t needed. What might be needed is some more piano lessons, but there’s plently of time for that.
Not only have I found myself overwrought by the general state of flux here, I am bored out of my mind. I eagerly await the day when someone offers me a job. I fear that, if the present situation were to continue, I may find myself cheerfully donning a paper hat and sauteeing the onions at McDonald’s (they do have onions, don’t they)? Anything to get me out of the house. And mind you, when the money comes in, out of the house is where you will find me.
I have been spending my time half looking for jobs and half looking for ice-skating, ballroom dancing, Spanish, Italian and fencing classes. (I may need that second job at McDonald’s after all…) I did begin looking for jobs in a higher paying spectrum. Jobs which would utilise all of my skills and provide me with more. I don’t know if anyone will give me one of these jobs. I know I can do it, it’s purely a matter of convincing someone else that I can. I don’t lie well, so embellishing the resume is not within my limits, though making it seemly and tasteful seems to get me nowhere. I’m also in the market for a job in the medical or radiology field, purely since I liked it so much in London, and according to the people there, I was ace at it. I suppose I could always set myself the goal of becoming a radiographer, but then you lose most of the contact with the patients and it all seems o become a bit sterile and monotonous, and that doesn’t interest me.
Tomorrow is some kind of public holiday, so I will try to sleep through it and wake up on Tuesday, when someone, somewhere will be glancing over my resume, eyebrows raised at how impressive I really am. I shall not let the phone out of my sight.

Although I may have arrived in my ‘homeland’, I still consider myself on holiday as I’ll be living out of my pack for a good while yet. I look forward to my car, and driving it around.