Thursday, July 23, 2009

"...everyone taking control of me, seems that the world's got a role for me..."

Today, someone that I know was having a hard time with being here in Australia and away from home and everything safe and it made me think. Nothing worth doing is easy. If I came here and everyday was amazing than this experience wouldn’t make me grow. So, with each challenge or random asthma attack, it just makes me a more well-rounded individual and for that, I have to be grateful. This past week, work made me crazy, some new friends had to say goodbye, and I went on a whale watching tour. Firstly, never eat Chinese food and ice cream and then hop in a small boat and go watch whales on the mighty Pacific Ocean. It will never be ok. Ever. Secondly, the whales on my tour must have taken a Xanax before I got there because they barely lifted their whale asses out of the water. I was a bit disappointed. Technically, I saw them but they didn’t frolic in the sea and then jump over a large mound of rocks like “Free Willy” did. Disappointing. My adventurous story for this week comes from my train ride home from work today. I get on the train and grab a seat and beside me is a drunk, Aboriginal man. He looks at me and says, “I am a funny man. Don’t be scared of the dark!” and then laughs. He then yells out, “My name is Allah!” I look away and mind my own business as he stammers along about how he needs a lady and then I see water dripping down the seat. I go to move and then look up and see that that water is dripping from the old man’s genital region! He pissed himself on the train beside me! I jumped like a cat. I don’t know that I have ever moved that fast in my life. What the hell is wrong with me? These random people find me! Or, do I find them? I have always had crazy people do random stuff in front of me. It is my curse or, is it my blessing? So, let’s recap, in the past week an Aboriginal has nearly pissed on me, a girl threw gum and hit me in the face, a drunk Irish guy pulled a chair up at my table and vomited on himself, and I got the Swine flu. Welcome to my Australian life!

(Sailboat Cruising through the Ocean)

(Me - trying not to get seasick!)

(A Whale Tail!)

Sunday, July 12, 2009

"...And I know just why you could not come along with me, 'cause this was not your dream, but you always believed in me..."

So, this is going to be a random one. This week has been a roller coaster for me. Firstly, I finally started feeling better after my dance off with the Swine Flu. Like most dance offs, I ended up the loser. Now, get this. At my new job, I was discussing with a co-worker about how some people that I formerly had worked with were diagnosed with swine flu. Well, this nosy heifer overheard my conversation and calls the HR department and turns me in! Next thing that I know, someone is over telling me that I have to leave the office until I come back with an official note saying that I am all clear and healthy. I go to the doctor's office and he says, "you don't even have a fever, if you were contagious it would have been last week and they would have already been exposed!" I told him that I knew that but that they were insistent. So, he gives me a note and off to work I go. I get back and no one even mentions it again! No one saw the note, nothing! I was livid! I had to spend $91 bucks for a note from some random doctor! I wanted to kick that nosy cow in her forehead. After that, I had to go to the pharmacy to get my asthma inhaler and out of nowhere, this man is yelling at the pharmacist, "My wife has a rash on her vagina! She needs some cream!" I look around thinking what the F is going on and then he yells, "Yes. A rash on her vagina, her outer vagina. What is it called again? Oh yeah, her major labia!" The pharmacy was packed full of people and he is screaming about his wife's rashy business! What is wrong with people?!?! And then tonight, I was on the train coming back home and it was packed full of drunkies and this girl pulls a piece of gum out of her mouth and goes to throw it at her friend's head and it hits me. Randomly, the used piece of 'effin bubble gum hits me! Luckily, the world has already broken my spirit enough, so I didn't feel the need to karate chop her in her esophagus. Again, I just keep on going! On a different note and this will not make my Mom happy to read this, but ever since I have been here, I have had small bouts with home sickness. Nothing major because I prepped myself that coming here meant sacrifices and you just deal with it. But this week has been a little rough. It is only in the early morning when I am first at work but I just feel sick, like I need to be home immediately. I think that it has a lot to do with the fact that my internet capabilities are not like they once were and I can't use Skype with them regularly. Talking on the phone is one thing but seeing people over the computer is another. It helps a lot. But, I am here and I do like it here and everyday is an adventure going down as a part of my life story.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

"...when you came in, the air went out, and every shadow filled up with doubt..."

I have moved to Bondi and it is a beautiful area. Near the beach, the city, the trains, everything. However, almost simultaneously, I also was hit with a bad illness. I have no idea what happened but I had pains that I didn't even know were possible. I had a severe pain in my lower back, so much so that I couldn't even lie on the bed because the pressure was killing me. It was coupled with a high fever and cough. The day that it struck, I knew I was feeling weird but didn't know how bad it was going to get. I know throughout my time here in Australia, I have walked the line between health and illness but this time took the cake. I still have the cough 8 days later but I am much better and will not complain about that. I am glad to be on the other side of this craziness. In other crazy news, can you believe that Michael Jackson died? I have to tell you, the day that I heard, I was not at all affected or shocked. He has been ill for a while and he is a celebrity and not someone that I know personally, so I went about my business. But last night, at a 4th of July themed party, the DJ started playing "Man in the Mirror" and I got a little sad. Everyone has some MJ memory and we all know his music and it is kind of sad to think that his life just ended. More so, no matter what he has done or what we think of him, he has three little kids, who have no one else to go to and that is sad. Moving on, since I have moved to Bondi, I do not have to ride the train as much and I miss out on a lot of the freaks that roam the trains. Part of me misses those moments because they made for interesting nights and stories. Ok, well 6am comes early and I started a new job. I know, I know. Jobs all the time. But, this is a good company and the location is right on the harbor. My view each day is of the Darling Harbour and the boats coming in and out of it on the way to the Pacific. Not a bad deal but it has caused a weird sense of fear and trepidation inside of me because the scenery is beautiful but an office, is an office. It made me feel sick like I was back at LOMA trapped in a cubicle prison. I wonder if people always feel this way. That, at some point, we just learn to quit fighting it and go with the flow. I don't know but it has conjured up some weird sentiments inside of me and how I do not want to be relegated to a cubicle for my life. I don't know. I have to think outside of the box a bit because I just don't think I can do it forever.

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