Stack 'Em High Sell 'Em Cheap

It's raining in Sydney and I've been full of cold longer than I care to remember. 

I've managed to stick at the new job for two weeks now.  Although everyone I'm working with is canny enough I can't say that I'm that impressed with the company.  My job is essentially damage limitation.  What the company does is source goods from overseas and sells them in Australia at a discount.  All well and good.  What they don't tell customers until after they've paid is that there is a 2-10 week delivery period.  What they don't tell them ever is that 2-10 weeks means 10 weeks - which, because things go wrong, often stretches to 12-16 weeks.  If you think that waiting a huge chunk of a year to receive a product that you paid for today, only to then find it's a cheap Chinese knock off that often doesn't work, is all kinds of bullshit then, congratulations, you're pretty much in agreement with everyone I've dealt with.  Add in the fact that I've not really had any training and don't have access to a lot of the information that I need to do the job and I'm exhausted.  It also transpires that one of my colleagues has been dumping part of his workload off on me, either out of laziness or crossed wires I'm not yet sure - which I'm less than happy about.

Bob, on the other hand, has been in his job a week and has received a pay rise, the jammy bastard.  He now earns $235 dollars a day despite doing (his words, not mine) absolutely fuck all all day.  I can't help but regret that I've never taken that much interest in the world of computers.

Paddy and John, fellow inmates from the caravan in Walkamin, have staggered broke and bleeding* into town, having had marvelous adventures in a camper van up and down the east coast.  They're now living in County Bondi with approximately fifty percent of the population of the emerald isle.  Went out for a few swift pints with them yesterday.  Well, we had a few swift pints.  They drank half the pub.  They were very happy when we left them.

We're moving out of Kings Cross to a place in the city centre tomorrow.  Will be glad to go.  There's nothing especially wrong the place we're at, save for a very narrow kitchen and a curious profusion of Italian charvas, but for some reason my entire time here I've felt like I've been in the way.


*may be a slight exageration.