Yesterday was pretty exciting. Met a guy for coffee and a chat about a job. He emailed today to say that it’s not going anywhere, but still, less than a week off the plane and already moving things along work wise seems pretty impressive to me. After that I walked round the city taking pictures, looking for all the world like a slack-jawed tourist on his first trip off the farm. You can see the album by clicking on the picture at the top if you want to take a look at some photos of Sydney, but don’t expect anything artistically creative.
Between the meeting and the happy-snapping, I decided to pop into a camera shop to pick up a couple of bits and pieces I needed. While looking around, the girl behind the counter asked me if I needed any help. When I declined, she said “Are you sure? I’m very helpful.” Believe it or not, this turned out to be true. She helped me find exactly what I was looking for, and didn’t try to oversell me on anything, and even gave me 20% off the bill.
Anyway, during the course of all this, her colleague came over, and as my sleeves were rolled up, the inevitable conversation about my tattoos started up. She seemed very impressed, and the conversation ultimately turned to
Superman Returns, which she asked me if I liked. When I said no, a look af stony hatred passed across her face. When the girl who was serving me asked which was the new Superman film, the colleague explained that it was the one which had been made in Sydney. Suddenly, the penny dropped. When she turned back to me, the helpful, friendly, bouncy expression on her face was replaced with a look of silent scorn. At this point I thought I could explain that I did in fact like Farscape and The Matrix, both of which were made in Sydney, but instead I politely thanked them for their help, picked up my goods, and swiftly made my exit from the shop.
Trotted around for the rest of the afternoon snapping away, and even had the good fortune to find $5 outside Town Hall. Having the social conscience that I do, I kept it aside with the intention of either giving it to charity or a homeless person, whichever I saw first. As I didn’t find any charity collection boxes, and the only homeless person I saw was clutching a large bottle of some kind of extremely pungent grog, I decided instead to use the money to buy myself a coffee. So it ultimately went to a good cause.Later on I met up with Ariella, and after a rather scenic adventure around Pyrmont, we managed to find Daltone House, where we met up with Amanda, for her boyfriend Ryan’s graduation exhibition. This was actually pretty good, it was a showcase for all the industrial design students. I have to say, in my opinion there was a divide literally down the middle of the room, with product design on one side, which I found really interesting, with some really intriguing and innovative, as well as well designed, ideas, and what was essentially furniture on the other side. Which actually wasn’t so interesting. Still, free food and drink were on offer too, which certainly elevated the occasion if you ask me.
So that rounded off my day yesterday. Today has been uneventful; apart from a walk to the post office, I’ve basically sat at my computer all day and applied for jobs. And written this blog post. Tomorrow I’m going back into the city, which will involve more job hunting, a bit of essential shopping, and maybe a wonder round The Rocks or a visit to some kind of tourist attraction, if there’s time.
So until then, love and light and all that shite.
Matt x
