[10.5.2009] Cafe Job, Karaoke and the Haunted House

I have a newfound appreciation for everyone and anyone working in restaurants, café’s and bars.

Those places can be INSANE!!!! (Sorry for the weird pic formatting; I haven't quite figured out how to undo adding a picture without restarting my whole post). Lordy lordy. I'm the kitchenairre: sious chef, dishwasher and roaming free safety all in one...yup, I have to make tackles from time to time.

Two days into the café job and it looks like I’m going to keep it at 2 days a week. I’ll either pick up odd jobs as they come door lock down another job for the remaining three days a week. Scraping it together down here.

The weekend was spent in pubs and pe

rforming karaoke. Remix to Ignition and I Want it that Way by the Backstreet Boys were the duos between Vince and I and the performances vaulted us into Balmain Backpackers lore. Speaking of housing, Vince and I are

moving into a hostel in downtown Sidney this Wednesday for a week. We are exploring more permanent housing opportunities on our own but also in conjunction with a splendid group if British girls. Cheerio! The five of us actually went to see a house out on the outskirts of the city last night: Stephen King could not have created a more sinister place. Taxidermy abounded, the air was musty and the dark wood sucked the light out of even the most open rooms. I expected the Texas Chainsaw massacre guy to be hiding behind the shower curtains. Gremlins to pop our of the toilets…the exorcist chick to crawl out of the basement…ok ok, you all get the picture. We couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

Other days have involved helping a pharmacy move in next door, checking out the Sydney operah house and making incredibly intelligent moves with my NFL Fantasy Football team. LMK when I go undefeated the rest of the season….with both teams…other nights included brew skis with a contingent of swede’s. Ridiculous fools, in the best sense of the phrase.

I started having some homesickness about two days ago, which is rare for me. Its been raining, and I’ve had some ugly little hangovers, both of which have probably contributed. Moving on to another hostel will likely reignite the sense of adventure that I started with on my way here.

Love to All.

Places of Note:

The Strand: The building where my cafe is located. Beautiful Victorian architecture and a huge valuted glass ceiling over primarily retail shops.

The Red Lion: Balmain Backpackers local pub. Keroake from time to time. Pool sweetness (where I lost to a British backpacker and decided to never lose at anything involving a British opponent again. Bloody hell.

Sydney Opera House: love feeling like a tourist?