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Friday, November 25, 2011

This entry was written on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday morning

I love my job. Although I stand for ten hours a day directly underneath an air conditioning vent, therefore risking the health of my vocal chords, I get to see people at the very start of their holiday. I have made provisions to try and not further ruin my voice (strepsils, plenty of water, wearing leggings and a long-sleeved shirt under my sleeveless dress), but since I talk (vodka tonic? Care to sample a refreshing vodka tonic?) for ten hours a day six days a week.....I'm pretty sure my vocal nodes are back. Which sucks, but I made a commitment to this contract and I'm gonna stick it out. 4 weeks left ;)

Working at the airport is hilariously frustrating. Since I'm on contract, someone with a permanent pass had to escort me to the toilet every time I have to go. And since it is difficult for me to find an escort when it is busy (morning) or when there are 3 staff working (afternoon), and since I am trying to drink as much water as possible in order to stay hydrated (which is impossible) and space out my toilet breaks to every 45min-1 hour, I end up holding it until I am bursting. YES MOM I know this is extremely unhealthy, but this whole contract is unhealthy. I'm doing the best I can with the limited, crappy options available to me.

My favourite time of the day is during the morning, because every single day there are people that have to run to catch their flights. These are the people that think thy have enough time to go through customs half an hour before their flight boards. At 10am, this is the wrong choice. Let me tell you that generally at any time, this is not a wise decision. IF you are taking an international flight, you NEVER KNOW if there will be a customs delay or not. But at melbourne airport, between the hours of 9:30-11:30am, the customs line is pretty long.
And if you wanna get your tax back, do not wait until the last minute (again, half an hour before your plane boards), because that line gets pretty long as well. The *worst* offenders (and I hate to racially profile here, but I've seen it with my own eyes. DAILY) are Asians. This includes East Indians! When I see them run from customs into the tax line, I know with absolute certainty that at some point during their flights final call, an attendant will have to come and physically remove them from the tax line in order to get them on the plane. Calling them urgently by name over the paging system simply does not work. This, sadly, is the most exciting part of my day. LOL
TODAY, on the other hand, there were TWO exciting parts of my day. The first came when the Collingwood football team walked through duty free, around 10:45am. AFL = Aussie League Football, which is not soccer and not rugby, and not American football. The season starts in march, so I'll be sure to check out a game. The team was hott. And I mean, there were MANY MANY good looking blokes on the team!!!! I, being Canadian and not affected by their fame, blatantly hit on the cutest ones. I asked a couple "who are you guys?" and when they replied I asked if I was supposed to be impressed LOL turns out one of them was the captain ;) then I told a few more that they were really hott, and was there a prerequisite to being on the team that you had to be good-looking, etc. I had a good laugh, and so did the girl that hands out brochures beside me during the morning, but there were a LOT of people that couldn't believe it, since they wanted autographs or photos but were too chicken to go for it. Honey, I'm Canadian and I don't give an abooot! ;P

The second was at 2:30pm, when the flight to Bangkok was suppose to leave, six guys come running out of customs. They were in the Bangkok flight, and the plane had to WAIT for them, because of god knows what excuse. How is this possible??? The baggage claim closes half an hour before boarding commences! What were these  young guys (early 20s) doing between the time they checked their luggage and the time they exited customs, which was the time their flight was scheduled to TAKE OFF???! What part of a person thinks its ok to make an entire plane of people wait for them while they (presumably) drink at the bar? Do you think people like this deserve to miss their flight? It would be different if they had huge backpacks with them, but these guys weren't carrying anything! And no-one goes to Bangkok with nothing. Sooooo.......exciting moment #2, and believe me when I say NOTHING exciting ever happens in the afternoon ;)

I have yet to hear from the cherry-picking contract lady in Tasmania.....Even though I emailed her over a week ago. I bought a one-way ticket to Perth (I leave an hour after my last shift ends!!!!) and if I don't get the contract I will make my way either up or down the coast, hopefully meeting other travellers along the way. I'm not stressing too much, as I am looking forward to the 'holiday' part of this working holiday ;) I have been told that there will be a job in promotions in Perth for me if I'm interested, but.......holiday first, then we shall see.

I went to Phillip island on Sunday!!! First tourist trip, even though I've been here a month and a half LOL. Will update/post photos (hopefully) Sunday, which is your Saturday night ;)

Lovelovelovelovelove!!!!!! Xoxoxoxoxoxo

1 comment:

  1. Welcome back to the written land, stranger! Thought for a while that maybe you had been kept by your ex- landl-hoard..

    I just love your BLOG which is (unwittingly?) funny and brings a smile to my face every time you write:

    - Like when you mention having to go to the toilet and talking about your "crappy" options. Thought I told you NEVER to use all those words in the same sentence...

    - Like your play on words about the Aussie Football League and you not giving abooot. Good pun(t), dear!

    As for people going to Bangkok with nothing, don't know what these people are called today but in my time, we called them streakers, eh, eh!

    A final word: A toilet break every 45 minutes, you say? Welcome to my world, kiddo!

    Keep smiling and stay safe.

    Love XXOO

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