This blog tends to change format every time my life goes into transition and I'm starting to feel the need to move my life around a bit. That and I realized some of the features of my old template weren't really working for me.
But changing this blog around has once again made me think about it's purpose, I mean really, what am I doing here? Over the last three years, it's gone through a few looks being a place for my adventures in Korea, a place for my photography, a journal of my backpacking trip, a place for me to just sit down and talk (hence the couch on my last template), and now... what?
As I sit here and contemplate the struggles I've had over the last year and my feelings about the options I have for the next year, I find myself honestly ping-ponging between depressed and ambivalent--not excited. What I miss is the adventure, the excitement, the unknown and the surprise of everyday life--of living truly in the moment.
I feel a bit sad that at 25 it feels like my adventures are ending with a 9-5 job and a moldy apartment but I'm not going to give up because the journey isn't over yet. I'm in love with the most wonderful man and together we're carving our way through international waters, living life and loving each other. We have plans and dreams and we're going to get there! And my photography! Things are going well and I've got some great references and amazing pieces to show for my hard work. It might feel like I'm at the end of the road but I'm really still somewhere near the beginning.
So, this blog--The Journey of a 21st Century Nomad--whether it's written from an exotic location or the comfort of my couch (favorite writing location), is about walking that road of life and love and learning as I go. Adventures of a different kind? Perhaps. I hope a bit of the exciting laying with tigers sort of stuff is in there too but primarily, this place is about dealing with life as it comes at you--not looking back, but always moving forward.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Time to update my resume.
So, I'll just be honest here, I make $19.25 an hour working as a temp for one of my jobs (Employer A) through the agency. I know it looks like a lot to people back at home where a job paying $10 is like the holy grail right now, but here in Australia, $19.25 is like making minimum wage.
To draw a few comparisons, Employer A pays me $19.25 to audit their account records, liaise with clients, organize their records, edit articles, write content for their website, sell products, code up content for the website, check invoices, file order forms, and keep the manager organized (cause she kind of needs it). Employer B (my other job) pays me $25 an hour to make contact sheets of potential clients, random editing, print things, stuff envelopes and occasionally make something creative for marketing. I do arguably 10x more work for Employer A than Employer B.
Furthermore, I've been working for Employer A a total of six months while Employer B has only had me for three. For Employer A, I actually fill a real vacant position; for Employer B, I really just pick up the odds and ends around the office.
Why the huge pay difference?
Considering that I've been doing SO MUCH work for Employer A and have even got them credited $8,000 because I have such a great eye for detail (at work, I should add--not blogging), I really felt I deserved more money than that. Not to mention, my manager was saying I should be paid more too and was urging me to get the agency to increase my pay (unfortunately it's not her decision or else I'd be hired permanently).
So I called the agency to tell them I want a raise and what I found out kind of made me sick. They said that on Wednesday, they called the director at Employer A who oversees my department and whom I've work closely with on many projects, and when they told her that the federal award for clerical work has been increased to $20 an hour (meaning that's the new minimum wage for my kind of position), the director tried to argue with them. Not matter what the agency said about it not being an option but a federal law, she still wouldn't accept the increase. She even asked the agency to find someone else who would work at $19.25!! For a company the size of Employer A (a rather large international one), there is no reason why they can't swallow 75cents to keep a loyal, hardworking, over-qualified and under-paid person to do a job they really need a permanent employee to fill.
I'm seriously so insulted. I work so damn hard there because they are so understaffed and ridiculously disorganized and there is absolutely no thanks. Despite all of my hard work and the fact that I'm actually bringing money back to the department (pretty much the only one really), they're willing to just ditch me over 75cents!!
With my visa situation, it's so hard to get good work to begin with and just as hard to find a temp position for more than one day a week and lasting more than two weeks. Even harder to find an employer that shows you any kind of appreciation, is professional, or isn't a hostile work environment.So do I quit and wait for something to pay me better even though it may take months? Do I stay because at least it's some work even though I secretly know my hard work is worth less than a dollar to them? Or do I quit temping all together and just go look for something else that may have me working nights and weekends, or worse, I never get a response to my application like everywhere else?
I feel like I just can't get a break in Sydney. I have had nothing but problems with work the entire year I've been here. I just want to work some place where people care about their job, about their employees and about their clients. I want to work some place where I feel valued and where I actually enjoy working.
I don't know what to do. I guess I just get my resume ready and hope it doesn't take too long to find a real solution.
To draw a few comparisons, Employer A pays me $19.25 to audit their account records, liaise with clients, organize their records, edit articles, write content for their website, sell products, code up content for the website, check invoices, file order forms, and keep the manager organized (cause she kind of needs it). Employer B (my other job) pays me $25 an hour to make contact sheets of potential clients, random editing, print things, stuff envelopes and occasionally make something creative for marketing. I do arguably 10x more work for Employer A than Employer B.
Furthermore, I've been working for Employer A a total of six months while Employer B has only had me for three. For Employer A, I actually fill a real vacant position; for Employer B, I really just pick up the odds and ends around the office.
Why the huge pay difference?
Considering that I've been doing SO MUCH work for Employer A and have even got them credited $8,000 because I have such a great eye for detail (at work, I should add--not blogging), I really felt I deserved more money than that. Not to mention, my manager was saying I should be paid more too and was urging me to get the agency to increase my pay (unfortunately it's not her decision or else I'd be hired permanently).
So I called the agency to tell them I want a raise and what I found out kind of made me sick. They said that on Wednesday, they called the director at Employer A who oversees my department and whom I've work closely with on many projects, and when they told her that the federal award for clerical work has been increased to $20 an hour (meaning that's the new minimum wage for my kind of position), the director tried to argue with them. Not matter what the agency said about it not being an option but a federal law, she still wouldn't accept the increase. She even asked the agency to find someone else who would work at $19.25!! For a company the size of Employer A (a rather large international one), there is no reason why they can't swallow 75cents to keep a loyal, hardworking, over-qualified and under-paid person to do a job they really need a permanent employee to fill.
I'm seriously so insulted. I work so damn hard there because they are so understaffed and ridiculously disorganized and there is absolutely no thanks. Despite all of my hard work and the fact that I'm actually bringing money back to the department (pretty much the only one really), they're willing to just ditch me over 75cents!!
With my visa situation, it's so hard to get good work to begin with and just as hard to find a temp position for more than one day a week and lasting more than two weeks. Even harder to find an employer that shows you any kind of appreciation, is professional, or isn't a hostile work environment.So do I quit and wait for something to pay me better even though it may take months? Do I stay because at least it's some work even though I secretly know my hard work is worth less than a dollar to them? Or do I quit temping all together and just go look for something else that may have me working nights and weekends, or worse, I never get a response to my application like everywhere else?
I feel like I just can't get a break in Sydney. I have had nothing but problems with work the entire year I've been here. I just want to work some place where people care about their job, about their employees and about their clients. I want to work some place where I feel valued and where I actually enjoy working.
I don't know what to do. I guess I just get my resume ready and hope it doesn't take too long to find a real solution.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
'Till death do us part.
Earlier this week I read a blog post about the seriousness of those sacred vows and what it really means, and by the end, I was just an absolute pile of snot and tears.
I used to dream of this beautiful, unconditional love I would one day have when I got married and though I dreamed of it, I never had any real idea how wonderful it would be. It's a million times more amazing than I ever imagined. And having found that love, you never, ever want to spend another day without it.
Yesterday I spent the night talking on Skype with a friend who was in tears because she was lonely and longed for that kind of love. She lamented that her married friends have forgotten how hard it is to be single and it's true--I've forgotten because even when I just think about what it would be like to lose Jeremy--to lose my puzzle piece--the emptiness of that thought is enough to make my heart skip a beat.
I am over my head in an ocean of love. The kind of transforming love that makes you grow gills and turns you into a completely different creature. It's a whole new world, this kind of love. Twenty-thousand leagues under the sea, under the blankets, under the stars, under all the layers, I am a changed person because someone loves me. I can't imagine living in the single world again because it's not the kind of place people like me--transformed people--can live anymore.
There came a point while we were traveling that I had to make plans to go to Australia from Singapore while Jeremy went to Iran, and we thought we could do it. We'd be apart for maybe three months and then we'd be together again. But it only took a week and a half to realize a month was too long and we made plans for me to stick it out in Malaysia and wait for him. He would come. I would find him. And we would breathe again.
During that time that we were apart, a lot of thinking was done as well as a lot of crying and pining and love-letter writing. And one poem Jeremy wrote for me stood out from all the rest and since that day, I've always carried a copy of it in my wallet. He wrote:
Keeping you close to me,
Our time apart is too long,
Run on hours and bring her
To my loving arms!
New memories burst into life,
Each lovingly treasured;
Young and old, we shall be together.
Young and old, we shall be together. To hear those words in my moment of isolation... I've never wanted to be apart again. And we haven't.
'Till death do us part. It's a vow I've already made in my heart. Though it hasn't been uttered on an alter or made before an audience, the change is already complete. I am a new creature; I've already been transformed. No, I don't remember what it's like to be single anymore because my life now is radically different. I couldn't thrive there, I couldn't survive there. My heart has been united for some time now to the one person I've vowed to never leave... This kind of love is life sustaining. Yes, it's a sappy, over the top, kinda makes you want to puke a bit sort of love. But it's our love and it's precious, and nothing can tear it apart but death. This kind of love is forever.
By the time I return to read your comments tomorrow, my beautiful, old college friend Bethany will have married a wonderful man named Eric, and they shall be together too, 'till death do they part. Forever and ever, they will be tied together, transformed, changed, happily sinking further and further into an ocean of love. And every morning, waking up next to each other, it will be bliss. And every night, falling asleep holding hands, will be bliss too.
Marriage is a powerful thing.
Congratulations, Beth; the most beautiful and fulfilling earthly love you've ever known is ahead of you. I wish you and Eric both everything--flowers, poems, hand holding, babies, kisses, cuddles and joy. You will surely have it all and more. :)
I used to dream of this beautiful, unconditional love I would one day have when I got married and though I dreamed of it, I never had any real idea how wonderful it would be. It's a million times more amazing than I ever imagined. And having found that love, you never, ever want to spend another day without it.
Yesterday I spent the night talking on Skype with a friend who was in tears because she was lonely and longed for that kind of love. She lamented that her married friends have forgotten how hard it is to be single and it's true--I've forgotten because even when I just think about what it would be like to lose Jeremy--to lose my puzzle piece--the emptiness of that thought is enough to make my heart skip a beat.
I am over my head in an ocean of love. The kind of transforming love that makes you grow gills and turns you into a completely different creature. It's a whole new world, this kind of love. Twenty-thousand leagues under the sea, under the blankets, under the stars, under all the layers, I am a changed person because someone loves me. I can't imagine living in the single world again because it's not the kind of place people like me--transformed people--can live anymore.
There came a point while we were traveling that I had to make plans to go to Australia from Singapore while Jeremy went to Iran, and we thought we could do it. We'd be apart for maybe three months and then we'd be together again. But it only took a week and a half to realize a month was too long and we made plans for me to stick it out in Malaysia and wait for him. He would come. I would find him. And we would breathe again.
During that time that we were apart, a lot of thinking was done as well as a lot of crying and pining and love-letter writing. And one poem Jeremy wrote for me stood out from all the rest and since that day, I've always carried a copy of it in my wallet. He wrote:
Keeping you close to me,
Our time apart is too long,
Run on hours and bring her
To my loving arms!
New memories burst into life,
Each lovingly treasured;
Young and old, we shall be together.
Young and old, we shall be together. To hear those words in my moment of isolation... I've never wanted to be apart again. And we haven't.
'Till death do us part. It's a vow I've already made in my heart. Though it hasn't been uttered on an alter or made before an audience, the change is already complete. I am a new creature; I've already been transformed. No, I don't remember what it's like to be single anymore because my life now is radically different. I couldn't thrive there, I couldn't survive there. My heart has been united for some time now to the one person I've vowed to never leave... This kind of love is life sustaining. Yes, it's a sappy, over the top, kinda makes you want to puke a bit sort of love. But it's our love and it's precious, and nothing can tear it apart but death. This kind of love is forever.
By the time I return to read your comments tomorrow, my beautiful, old college friend Bethany will have married a wonderful man named Eric, and they shall be together too, 'till death do they part. Forever and ever, they will be tied together, transformed, changed, happily sinking further and further into an ocean of love. And every morning, waking up next to each other, it will be bliss. And every night, falling asleep holding hands, will be bliss too.
Marriage is a powerful thing.
Congratulations, Beth; the most beautiful and fulfilling earthly love you've ever known is ahead of you. I wish you and Eric both everything--flowers, poems, hand holding, babies, kisses, cuddles and joy. You will surely have it all and more. :)
Looking for the Yellow Brick Road
Earth. Air. Fire. Water. Mold.
These are the five elements of life. The last being indestructable.
I am so sick and tired of fighting this shit. I found this mold on the back of my nightstand yesterday but that was just the latest in yet another bout against the black and green stuff. Last weekend, in a mad search for my mittens, I found tons of it in our closet. Now, we've known for a while that the closet has been the crossroads of mold expansion but it hasn't previously been found inside our plastic storage tubs. Now it has!
In fact, we had a dry bag (an air-tight bag for water sports) inside a plastic storage tub and the mold STILL managed to penetrate through BOTH and find whatever leather goods we had in there! The casualties this time: Jeremy's nice satchel, a pair of leather gloves, some ski goggles, and his eel skin travel wallet (must say, I actually did a happy dance when that went in the garbage--I hated it!). There were quite a few other things with mold on them but we managed to save them through the washing machine. We weren't sure how things like the fur hat were going to turn out but it went well anyway and we were pleased with the results.
However, being winter and super cold at the moment, nothing is drying very quickly. We do have a dryer but it just dumps the moist air back into our apartment. Moist air = more mold. Moist clothes = more mold. I feel like we can't win.
So I'm looking for the Yellow Brick Road. I've got to get out of here.
I got sick a few months ago and I still haven't gotten rid of the cough (neither has Jeremy) and now we're having allergy like symptoms (sneezing, runny nose, etc.). I feel pretty sure it's mold related. Thursday at CRG, I was talking with a coworker who's a microbiologist and he said I should be really concerned about it and gave me a box of their highest quality surgical masks for cleaning. It was a much appreciated gift but really got me thinking about how bad it is...
Our lease expires today so I sent photos of the mold damage to the agent yesterday. Don't worry, we've raised this with her before. Actually, a long, long time ago but the owner hasn't wanted to do anything about it and now that our lease has expired, we can't force her. But we can make sure that the next tenants know and that no one can say no evidence had been submitted!
So what are we doing to get rid of it? Previously, we were using Exit Mould--a really powerful and kinda toxic household cleaner that does a great job of killing mold but because our place has pretty much no ventilation, using it means subjecting ourselves to some pretty noxious gases. On a few occasions we had to go to be still smelling it in the air and half-seriously joked that maybe we wouldn't make it through the night. Well, we did--thankfully!!--but most certainly not without sacrificing at least a few brain cells in the process.
We've since given up on the Exit Mould, fearing more exposure might actually hurt us for real, and now we're using vinegar. It won't kill us but our house smells very much like a bag of chips. It seems to doing okay but wasn't quite strong enough for the nightstand. I'll either have to go back at it a few more times or just give in and use the Exit Mould...
We also keep moisture crystals around the house to absorb moisture but it's just not enough. It you would believe it, we actually have two in our bedroom (both less than 4 feet from my nightstand) and one in the closet. I've seen the water they collect (cloudy brown water) so I know they work but I think they're just too weak for our kind of mold. As I said, it's indestructible.
Let me know if you find that Yellow Brick Road, okay?
Friday, July 2, 2010
#506
Where has the time gone and how did I get to 506 posts so quickly? Too bad I missed the big 500... I just realized today how far a long I've gotten. I guess I'll have to wait until 1,000 to make a big deal of it.
This week has been a big ol' rollercoaster of happiness and sadness.
Monday we were approved for an apartment--a too small but cute apartment. We were elated but after crunching the numbers, we realized we really don't have enough money to move which is kind of a bummer cause the mold is creeping back (this week on shoes, the wall and Jeremy suit pants). We thought that bond transfers were normal but apparently this is not the case and LJ Hooker refused to work with Raine and Horne to transfer our bond. That was the kicker for us. Having to front up 4 weeks rent plus 4 weeks bond in cash is hard to do. We decided that it's better to live with the mold a little longer than to just squeeze by.
However, immediately after informing the agency that we won't be taken the place (they were super perturbed that we asked so many questions--don't think we can apply there anymore), I found out that the big domain name project I've been working on for months has finally been resolved with a $8,000 credit to the company all because of my attention to detail and perseverance. I have been working on this for four months and it's been the most disgustingly frustrating job on earth. I've been over my head in account records, invoices and spreadsheets. I nearly lost it a few times and once had to go take a walk because the third party supplier I was working with was being so uncooperative. But we got there--I got there--and now the director of my division is so happy that she's taken me out to lunch next week! Seriously, I really needed that. I really needed to know I was appreciated and actually accomplishing something.
But Tuesday brought more disappointment. Yet again, I was attacked at work for being an American. I was busy talking with one of the web developers about a new site we are launching soon when this shmoozy guy comes up and interrupts to brag about his stupid new iPad. He didn't even say excuse me! And then, completely unprovoked and off topic, he starts laying in to me about how American-centric our newspapers are, telling me none of them are good, and that we all want to be like Canadians because they're almost British and therefore better. He also thought it was appropriate to inform me that America is the only former colony to not join the Common Wealth (which is actually incorrect)--oh, and he informed me that this is because we see it as empirialistic and hate the monarchy. WTF? All of this time I hadn't said anything in retaliation but at that I politely informed him that the US had nearly 200 years of independence under it's belt by the time the Common Wealth was formed and any ties to England were long severed--there was no reason to join. But of course logic is beyond the capabilities of yet another Australian and he continued to try and draw me into an argument. I had to just walk away which he yelled something about the Tea Party back at me.
I don't know what to say. How can anyone believe this is appropriate office conversation? And why pick on me because I'm an American?? You know, in all my time at home, I never heard anyone ever make fun of Australians or Brits. Why is it so acceptable here to hate Americans? This is not the first time I've encountered an overly patriotic idiot hell bent on fighting with Americans.
The universe compensated me though for the berating I withstood, and Tuesday afternoon I found out that I finally have a case officer to oversee my visa application! This is a very good sign that I'm getting closer. Hopefully I'll be able to make contact with her this coming week and get this thing moving along!
Wednesday was yet another disappointing day at work. My team has been recently reduced to two people (excluding myself) and one of them is so unpleasant. She's an Iranian girl who has nothing nice to say to me--ever. She scowls at everything I say, rolls her eyes whenever I ask for her help and likes to lecture me on everything from how I do my hair to how to lose weight. Seriously, she is pissing me off. Unfortunately, she was invited along with some other developers to my lunch with the director, who asked for our restaurant suggestions. I suggested a Persian (Iranian) place down the street along with some other lovely places with goo reviews and she came over to yell at me and berate me for suggesting those places! And no matter how many times I asked her what her suggestion was, she had none. Only insults for me. I just wanted to throw my shoe at her. I reached out to Facebook for suggestions so I'll do the same here: what do you do to disengage hostile people at work?
Thursday was hardly better. I was at my other job in North Sydney and the whole office went out to get lunch and say good bye to one of the sales reps who's leaving. I wasn't invited though--they asked me to stay and answer the phones. Fine, I'm the temp, right? I'll stay and answer the phones but they could have at least apologized for making me do that or offered to bring me back something! I've been working there since March now... It's really hard to feel like part of the team and then be showed your not. I really felt like crying but decided I wasn't going to waste my tears on them. To add insult though, the receptionist locked her computer when she left so I had to sit there and do nothing--absolutely nothing--for over an hour until they came back. And you know how many phone calls we got? 0.
Today has been better. I went out and bought some slippers and some more flannel pajamas (I found them on sale at Myer--Australia's Macy's equivalent--for $10). I also picked up a can of pumpkin pie mix at my super secret American candy supplier in the city. It's been FREEZING here! Just the other night we had the lowest recorded temperature in Sydney in over 40 years! So flannel pjs and pumpkin pie sounds really good to me right now.
Sunday is the 4th of July and Jeremy and I will be celebrating at Hart's Pub in The Rocks. If you're an American in Sydney and needing a piece of home, for one day only, this is the place to be! Philly cheese steaks, pulled pork sandwiches, BBQ wings, and chilli cheese fries! Oh, and don't forget apple pie! I can't wait to get a piece of home--oh how I miss it everyday!!
So things are looking up for the weekend. I have high hopes that I can overcome this week's disappointments and maybe--just maybe!--start next week off on the right foot.
Happy Independence Day everyone!!
This week has been a big ol' rollercoaster of happiness and sadness.
Monday we were approved for an apartment--a too small but cute apartment. We were elated but after crunching the numbers, we realized we really don't have enough money to move which is kind of a bummer cause the mold is creeping back (this week on shoes, the wall and Jeremy suit pants). We thought that bond transfers were normal but apparently this is not the case and LJ Hooker refused to work with Raine and Horne to transfer our bond. That was the kicker for us. Having to front up 4 weeks rent plus 4 weeks bond in cash is hard to do. We decided that it's better to live with the mold a little longer than to just squeeze by.
However, immediately after informing the agency that we won't be taken the place (they were super perturbed that we asked so many questions--don't think we can apply there anymore), I found out that the big domain name project I've been working on for months has finally been resolved with a $8,000 credit to the company all because of my attention to detail and perseverance. I have been working on this for four months and it's been the most disgustingly frustrating job on earth. I've been over my head in account records, invoices and spreadsheets. I nearly lost it a few times and once had to go take a walk because the third party supplier I was working with was being so uncooperative. But we got there--I got there--and now the director of my division is so happy that she's taken me out to lunch next week! Seriously, I really needed that. I really needed to know I was appreciated and actually accomplishing something.
But Tuesday brought more disappointment. Yet again, I was attacked at work for being an American. I was busy talking with one of the web developers about a new site we are launching soon when this shmoozy guy comes up and interrupts to brag about his stupid new iPad. He didn't even say excuse me! And then, completely unprovoked and off topic, he starts laying in to me about how American-centric our newspapers are, telling me none of them are good, and that we all want to be like Canadians because they're almost British and therefore better. He also thought it was appropriate to inform me that America is the only former colony to not join the Common Wealth (which is actually incorrect)--oh, and he informed me that this is because we see it as empirialistic and hate the monarchy. WTF? All of this time I hadn't said anything in retaliation but at that I politely informed him that the US had nearly 200 years of independence under it's belt by the time the Common Wealth was formed and any ties to England were long severed--there was no reason to join. But of course logic is beyond the capabilities of yet another Australian and he continued to try and draw me into an argument. I had to just walk away which he yelled something about the Tea Party back at me.
I don't know what to say. How can anyone believe this is appropriate office conversation? And why pick on me because I'm an American?? You know, in all my time at home, I never heard anyone ever make fun of Australians or Brits. Why is it so acceptable here to hate Americans? This is not the first time I've encountered an overly patriotic idiot hell bent on fighting with Americans.
The universe compensated me though for the berating I withstood, and Tuesday afternoon I found out that I finally have a case officer to oversee my visa application! This is a very good sign that I'm getting closer. Hopefully I'll be able to make contact with her this coming week and get this thing moving along!
Wednesday was yet another disappointing day at work. My team has been recently reduced to two people (excluding myself) and one of them is so unpleasant. She's an Iranian girl who has nothing nice to say to me--ever. She scowls at everything I say, rolls her eyes whenever I ask for her help and likes to lecture me on everything from how I do my hair to how to lose weight. Seriously, she is pissing me off. Unfortunately, she was invited along with some other developers to my lunch with the director, who asked for our restaurant suggestions. I suggested a Persian (Iranian) place down the street along with some other lovely places with goo reviews and she came over to yell at me and berate me for suggesting those places! And no matter how many times I asked her what her suggestion was, she had none. Only insults for me. I just wanted to throw my shoe at her. I reached out to Facebook for suggestions so I'll do the same here: what do you do to disengage hostile people at work?
Thursday was hardly better. I was at my other job in North Sydney and the whole office went out to get lunch and say good bye to one of the sales reps who's leaving. I wasn't invited though--they asked me to stay and answer the phones. Fine, I'm the temp, right? I'll stay and answer the phones but they could have at least apologized for making me do that or offered to bring me back something! I've been working there since March now... It's really hard to feel like part of the team and then be showed your not. I really felt like crying but decided I wasn't going to waste my tears on them. To add insult though, the receptionist locked her computer when she left so I had to sit there and do nothing--absolutely nothing--for over an hour until they came back. And you know how many phone calls we got? 0.
Today has been better. I went out and bought some slippers and some more flannel pajamas (I found them on sale at Myer--Australia's Macy's equivalent--for $10). I also picked up a can of pumpkin pie mix at my super secret American candy supplier in the city. It's been FREEZING here! Just the other night we had the lowest recorded temperature in Sydney in over 40 years! So flannel pjs and pumpkin pie sounds really good to me right now.
Sunday is the 4th of July and Jeremy and I will be celebrating at Hart's Pub in The Rocks. If you're an American in Sydney and needing a piece of home, for one day only, this is the place to be! Philly cheese steaks, pulled pork sandwiches, BBQ wings, and chilli cheese fries! Oh, and don't forget apple pie! I can't wait to get a piece of home--oh how I miss it everyday!!
So things are looking up for the weekend. I have high hopes that I can overcome this week's disappointments and maybe--just maybe!--start next week off on the right foot.
Happy Independence Day everyone!!
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