I spent a week living in Pint on Punt hostel. It was about $120 for a week’s worth accommodation in a 4 dorm room. I shared a dorm room with three other British chaps. Telling these lads about all the MILF’s & GILFs I have slept with in the past 3 year made them laugh at 100km an hour.
Living in a hostel in Melbourne was not a LONG TERM thing. I mean unless, you live in an expensive city like Zurich, you’re better off getting a shared room.
So I moved into a shared house on the 2nd of August. 3 months after I waked out of the Shithouse of Smethwick. I had to pay rent in advance plus a despot. After a bit of a discussion with my landlord, I realized that if I was to LEAVE before the 8 weeks are up, I would not get a refund.
I hate having to pay rent in advance. I’d rather just pay WEEK 2 WEEK because what about if I got so furious, arrogant against the city of Melbourne I’d pack up and leave.
The one thing I have learnt with renting and sharing houses with other people is that you got to shower every day and wash your clothing every day. Otherwise people will criticise you and I would probably have another Xenophobic outburst.
Speaking of Xenophobia. I am the only NATIVE English Speaking person in this house, I have been the only Brit in the house as well as the only Australian Born in the shared house.
I am living with people from Korean Rep, Philippines, Mexico, Colombia, Venezuela, Germany and France. By taking to each of these people about Politics, I am learning stuff about their background, their country of origin history and their food.
Nobody in this house irritates me. My philosophy is not to clean up after people. Just don’t bother. So I eat from paper plates. I eat oats from a coffee mug, I clean out the shower after I use it, I clean the toilet after I take a dump and I basically just write my name on anything that is not kept in my bag.
On my 2nd day living in this house, I realized how shit the doctors in Melbourne are. I went into a GP and I gave them all of my medical history from my GP in SYD. But the horrible thing is they give me the wrong types of medication or the wrong amount. I’m supposed to get 3 bottles of my tables in 1 repeat but these Foreign Doctors who work in Moonee Ponds just don’t understand what type of medicine or what dosage type.
For work, I moved my job down to Melbourne, but the horrible thing is I am back washing fucking dishes after a hiatus of 2 years. I told everyone 2 years ago I had no ambitions of being a Kitchenhand.
So I have been trying to get a Waiter job, but I have been knocked back by employers because I was not a proper Waiter at my OLD JOB in SYDNEY. I just fucking carried plates outs in SYD and said hi to people. This makes me a food runner
The government has sent me to Job service providers in Melbourne Direct Recruit. Like the pricks who I dealt with @ Break Thru Peoples Solutions, Mission Australia, Nova Employment, Wise Employment. These CUNTS gave me no fucking help at all. Their Computers were broken and their staff were so stuck up naïve dicks.
I had a fucking immigrant prick who works at direct recruitment who bitches about my CV stucture. Like come on you stupid cow, I have gained job interviews with this CV so go fuck yourself.
The government is making me do work for the dole. EVEN WHEN I CANCELED MY DOLE PAYMENTS BEFORE I LEFT OZ AND I SPENT 12 WEEKS OUTSIDE OF OZ
Now they want me to do work for the dole. I don’t want to cut down trees to get a Newstart allowance. So fuck them.
If people want me to stop taking your tax money and spending it on my rent, then please give me a job before I have to tell Centrelink to go fuck themselves.
I returned to Sydney this week to retrieve my old clothing from my brother’s house, see an old FLARE of mine and get the right script from my GP.
I am missing Sydney allot. If I want to donk a MILF, I have to bring her over to my house. Its lame, so I need to return to SYDNEY at the end of September, once my lease on this house ends.
I may stay longer in Melbourne, but my main aim is to return to the UK ASAP