Back to work
Trip Start
Oct 01, 2005
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Trip End
Jul 21, 2007
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There was no denying it though, we had no money and were rapidly racking up figures in the red column with our carefree, irresponsible lifestyle. We had to take immediate steps to stem the rising tide of debt. There was only one thing for it; we were going to have to hang up our walking boots and sandals, buy clothes that weren't falling apart, and..........catch the next flight back to Blighty. No!!! We had to be adults, shrug off our nomadic spirits and return to the workplace!! This was very hard to accept at first and as I type this, sitting on the reception desk at a pain management clinic surrounded by files and angry short tempered patients, I am filled with a briefly forgotten pain. The pain of being a wage slave. I had almost purged from my mind the terrible drudgery of it all. Our days now consist of work, some exercise and nightly gluts of appalling Australian television, where the five times a half hour adverts are a welcome break from the complete and utter gash in between. Being in Oz is no different from any other westernised country, you never have any money but are constantly bombarded with bright images of objects you can't afford. The only reprieve is the weekend during which we inhale large quantities of goon (plonk) purchased wholesale from the 'bottle shop', only to emerge bleary eyed at the other end and get back onto the treadmill. We thought it would be all barbies and sunbathing, but to cap it all it's about 9 degrees and we find ourselves huddled by the electric heater of an evening. You see none of the houses are built with insulation in mind and central heating is anathema so as a consequence we are currently living in a bloody eski (icebox). I know what you're saying: you fool, you can't live like a bum forever! Stop moaning!! On the bright side the situation is temporary and in a few months the ground will begin to thaw and we will drive up the West coast to Cairns in the as yet to be procured camper van, with P.J. Shoonery. So ignore my inane ramblings I'm just feeling sorry for myself. I do after all travel to work across the harbour bridge every morning with a panoramic view of Sydney harbour so it's not all bad!
