Nothing Like Getting Paid To Watch Girls Walk By In Bikinis...

Last week was good...very slow...a drastic change, obviously, from Narangba...didn't get to do the Jim Beam Party Crew, but Miss Indy 2008 Heat 3 did make up for it...:D

Was at the Kings Beach Tavern on Friday night, for Miss Indy...what was funny was that the week before, Sully actually said that they were not going to send me to Miss Indy because I wasn't "mature" enough in the game to do the job, and that's fair enough, they've been in the job a hellova lot longer than I've been alive, so if they're saying no, then it's obviously no...but anyhow, they sent me there weekend past...so getting into that altercation did put me up a few pegs...whoo...

I also got a message from my aunty: she was like, are you ok? Just felt something's up...so, told her about the situation last weekend, and she's like, who's your NoK in case something seriously bad happens...? All organised already anyway, so no issues...the company knows that if the shit hits the fan, they'll call the NoK first, then my sister if it's seriously bad...[touch wood] never going to get to that stage [/touch wood]...but it does feel nice to be worried about by extended family...

Saturday night was back at Redcliffe...haven't been there in yonks (since I started at Narangba), so mostly catching up with all the staff and all the usual stuff...the first grade won that day, so they were in the bar drinking heavily (as they do), and yea, started becoming rowdy...luckily enough, since the club has a policy that if they drink and do stupid things, they'll get kicked off the team automatically...so, the team got given a blanket warning, then slowly started being removed by the manager...all was good...until the taxi line...

Now, how it unfolded was like this: drunk team member starts going off at one of the guards over something that happened months ago...what sparked him off was one patron urinating in the taxi line in front of everyone, and the guard said that it was a bad choice in a bad location...so anyhow, team member starts making a fool of himself, in club shirt still, and starts saying things to the Duty Manager, and the TEAM MANAGER...and actually shoves the team manager away...so anyhow, finally, everyone's like, mate, you're pissed, rack off...walks away finally...all his other team mates had left him ages before...

Anyhow, he comes back a little later, tries to start another guard, and they're like, mate, go away...you do realise that you're now out of camera coverage and that the majority of the staff are here (one of the duty managers was leaving, so it was his last night shift, so drinks after work)...so they were all looking at him, just going, mate, go home...finally, another guard and I escorted drunk son out to the main gates...and then he starts ranting and raving about what the issue was all about...and starts sprouting about how his dad was a Vietnam Vet and all that, and how the security guards were all dicks, except us two, and this and that and blah de blah...finally got him into a taxi (which didn't drive off even with us waving him away to get the dickhead home), but not before he was crying and screaming and carrying on...we just shook our heads and walked back...

Final note: the kids dad was not a Vietnam Vet, he was in the army at the time, yes, but assaulted someone, so actually spent time in prison for the duration, and after as well...got injured whilst in the klink...and was a drunken slob who touched the female bar staff, so obviously that's not on...and then the guy's son, the idiot's brother, started, so they were both kicked out, banned and this kid was carrying on about the injustice about it all...he's got an alternate universe thingy going on...he's now off the team, and banned for life too from the club for threatening staff...idiot...

Going to be in Brisvagas tomorrow night until who knows when to do my RSA...I think I'm getting paid to do the course...I hope so anyway...whoo...

Going back to bed now...still can't sleep, and the new pills don't work as effectively...unfortunately...

Be safe.

N

Like Hiroshima And Nagasaki In His Legs...

So, what's been going on this week? Not much at all...:(

Supposed to have finished packing by now, and just doing the last little bits and pieces...instead, procrastination is the order of the day...well, week if you want to be technical about it...I did do some packing, but not enough to fully finish the room...in fact, I've been packing everything else except the room, which isn't much at all...I might just send some more stuff up north using the mail service for now, and go from there...

Sent up some sheets and basic cooking utensils on Friday...was talking to the AusPost people, and they were suggesting to send the boxes by normal parcel mail instead of Express (my original idea)...they were saying, that even though I sent off the parcels today, using normal mail the parcels could still be arriving up north on Wednesday...I think the thing that really swayed me was the price difference; $33.45 normal as opposed to $78.30 for Express, and even then there was no guarantee that it would arrive before Wednesday...so, prices clicked in, and also opened up another viable way of sending stuff up north...

Also went on duty yesterday for what was meant to be a really easy and early finishing event...instead, we were still there three hours later...when the photo below was taken...
The event we were covering was a hill climb component in the morning until lunch, then a Criterium around the Pit Complex...and today was the Blaney to Bathurst race...110km or 75km of road bike riding...the only reason why we had State Unit 158 (on the extreme left) was because Brendan had to use it for motocross today, while State Unit 148 and Bathurst 450 (van and other 4WD ambulance respectively) were used today for the race...so, from left to right, Justin, me, Tammy, Paul, Mick and Jess...Justin and Jess are both on BERT (Bicycle Emergency Response Team) units, and there we all are, in the shadow of the Mt Panorama Pit Complex...on a beautiful Bathurst Saturday evening...

What was funnier was when I heard that some enterprising thieves STOLE a LIGHTBAR from one of the State Units when they were up here last weekend for the ARAP (Advanced Responder Accreditation Program) course...they unbolted the bar, and cut the wires...there goes $2500...bastards...

Also went out last night...was extremely dehydrated (we were on tarmac all day) and kind of forced myself to eat something....it was obviously when I just finished an entire container of No 7 from Noodle Box (combination meat noodles) that I get a sms from Shaun...saying to get ready because I'm going to be going to their place for a BBQ and drinking session...so, off we go...I'm squished into the back against the baby seat on one side and Fat Tony on the other (there is a major reason why they call him Fat Tony)...looked like a bloody clown car with Arron up front and his lanky legs...at least it wasn't in the Kingswood...that would have been too strange...anyhow, BBQ'd hamburgers with cheese, bacon and onions was what's on order, and it went down well...and before and after that there was the rum...I think I got 18 into me at the end of the night, and was still sober enough to hold a conversation and walk straight....what was a close call was when we did Jager bombs though....that one I kinda went a little green from, but in the end, all was good...it was a good night, until I ran into Bryce in the toilets...bastard went, "Hey fuckhead, weren't you meant to be deported or something? Who the fuck let you back into the country?" luckily enough there was two other blokes, one of which who I sort of knew, in there at the time too...because he pipped up, "Hey Nick, you'd never leave here (meaning Australia) would you? You're making too much money from the place..." to which I replied, "Yup, definitely making more money than most of the boys I used to go to school with..." at which point Bryce (who I did use to go to boarding school with, and was a sort of poster child of a racist hick) started calling me a bastard and useless and all that....to which I replied, "Mate, do you still live with your parents out in Oberon? I've got a house now on the Sunshine Coast...screw you." and walked out, to which all I heard was him trying to say something else, but just ignored him...I know I told a few gray lies, but I do have a roof up on the Sunshine Coast, so I guess they were a darker shade of gray...

Man, I really miss Grace...been sending her sms' but not talking to her...she's been a bit busy this week past with her dad up and everything, and she's doing her first aid course today and yesterday, so hopefully she's passed her ten questions easily...I'll be ribbing her about it with a vengeance if she makes any mistakes...:p

I think I've finally sold my bed...the first item sold in fact...:(...my bed...it's going to go...$450 for it, mattress and frame...I am going to so miss it...it has been such a big part of my life, and on top of that, was really comfortable...

And on that note, I'm going to jump back into it to enjoy what I can of it...

Be safe...

N

Caution, Bad Words Ahead...Lots Of Em...

-WARNING: Contents of this post are harsh and brutal...don't like it, fuck off-

This is fucking bullshit...

It's 1005 on a Sunday, there's intermittent rain and sun periods (so much for going to the beach), and I'm here updating my blog layout and all the rigmarole, and I can hear my landlord in the room next to mine discussing the following...

The installation of six...count them, SIX...bunk beds into this house in the next few weeks...there's already SEVEN of us here in the house on a week to week basis, not including the landlord and his two children (bringing the total to TEN!)...in a FOUR bedroom house...this is seriously fucked up....and I'M FUCKING STUCK HERE!

Regarding my post yesterday after my rueful absence, I still stand by my comments that the occupants of the house (during the week) are a great bunch, well, except one guy, but he's just strange to everyone (there's always one in the group....and it was normally me...hehe), but now, with this bloody, money grubbing, dogs vomit, imbecile of a man being my landlord, I'm in a tight spot.

TL:DR, Housemates Good, Landlord Fucking Shortarsed Greedy Condescending Idiot.

That's another thing that rattles my bones about him, he's bloody condescending....I really hate it when people talk down to me...and he's a bloody idiot...in the space of a conversation, with someone who's a prospective house occupant (after Earl left...more about him later), he asked me SIX times what my job was in the house (which is cleaning the toilet...everyone in the house is assigned jobs); even the person looked at his strangely, as in, "Dumb fuck, I know that Nick's cleaning the toilet, as probably does everyone else in the fucking house, so shut the fuck up..."

Yea, if you didn't realise, I don't like him much...which bring me to another issue...one that actually popped up on Friday...

I have to get a psychologist report from here for my current mental health status to provide to Health Services Australia (HSA), which will then provide a report to the Immigration department who will then issue me with a visa. The last I checked, I believe that I'm currently of sound mind and though, not currently on any medications, prescription or otherwise, except alcohol and nicotine. Anyway, I got a letter on Friday from the psychologists with whom I've got a referral for after a hell of a lot of phonecalls and talking and organising and all that, and they're charging me...

• $500 for the consultation fee (PER VISIT)
• $1200 for the report

Both to be paid IN FULL at the time of my consult. For a 45 minute consult, per visit, over TWO visits.

THAT IS BULLSHIT. $2200. TWO THOUSAND TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS. I CAN GO TO A HIGH CLASS BROTHEL, AND ENJOY MYSELF FOR ONE AND A HALF HOURS, AND PROBABLY COME OUT WITH CHANGE FOR THAT AMOUNT OF MONEY!

They want to know my current mental health status. Yup, that's right, they can make a very, very good psych evaluation after talking to me for one and a half hours. I wonder why they didn't send Charles Manson or Ted Bundy to these guys? They must be that good at what they do...

I'm going to call Immigration and HSA and ask, is it really necessary? I can't get a job at the moment because I do not have a visa, so I can't pay for this evaluation (I'm not going to ask mum for some help for this BS), I can't get my visa without this evaluation...so, I'm stuck in an ever increasing circle of shit...well, considering I've been in worst spots, this is looking alright at the moment...but yea, bringing me back to my first section of rant for this wonderfully rainy Sunday, I can't move out unless I have a proof of income, so I'm stuck with the midget (I shall now call him Fuckwit).

TL:DR, Can't move out, no job. No job because of no visa. No visa because of no medical report. No medical report because of no job. Fucked.

Ok, enough for now...

N

A New Dawn, A New Layout

So...

I've just moved to the Sunshine Coast three weeks ago...after living in Bathurst for eight years...I've left Charles Sturt University...and am now at the University of the Sunshine Coast...

My paramedics are on hold for the time being, and I'm having to do a pathways course for six months, but I believe too that this would help me heaps...then, it's onto nursing...paramedics can wait I think...

Am I angry, happy, sad, excited? I'm a mixture of emotions; I mean, for anyone who has lived in a place for eight years after moving in, and growing into who they are there, there of course would be a sense of sadness. Well, for me there was. Bathurst was a place I called home. I lived in town longer than I lived in my own house overseas...
I was scared at the prospects of moving again. Not from one place to another within Bathurst, but to a new state, a new town, a new lifestyle. No more mainly Australians cowboys and cowgirls, ute musters, sheep, alpacas, trees, mountains, cold...I'm now a 15 minute bus trip from the beach, there are girls walking all over the place in bikinis, a lot of exchange students from Japan, Germany, Canada, USA, UK, France, Taiwan...they're from all over the place, to learn English, Business, Arts, Communications...new friends, new experiences...

But here I am.

I am now a resident of Queensland. I am now living in Queensland...although a few years early, but still, I am now here.

I live in a share house with 6 other people, who are all great people. The only person we all have problems with is the person we shouldn't have problems with...and he's increasing the rent for everyone by a bit...
For those that know, the area the size of my hallway is now the size of all I have, and I'm paying $520 for that little bit of real estate...but it's a bed, it's close to uni, and like I said, the people here are great.

I've been able to explore my cooking styles while here. One thing about Bathurst was that I was not able to really cook what I felt like cooking. I've made lamb and 3 types of mushroom noodles in a soy and sesame sauce, tariyaki beef and chicken, lightly crumbed salt, pepper and lime maki maki (a type of fish), salsa marinated beef steaks...there's just so many things that I can make to try...and if I'm not willing to cook, there's a pizza place just around the corner...normally order on Monday or Tuesday (2 for 1 offer), and the Greek Lamb pizza's pretty alright too...

But now, here I am, eating a bacon and sweet chilli chicken tender sandwich, which is going oh oh so well...hmm...if only I could find a girl, an apartment, a way to get my furniture that's still in Bathurst, and this bloody money for my visa, and things would be swell...but it doesn't have to be in that order...but it has to be done......so, let's see what happens shall we?

Oh, apart from the uni things, I'm also trying to get my security license; the TAFE here does it, but it's just not the right timing...so, going to reassess as required, and see what happens.

Right, that's about it....

N