Finally I have finished at DealBoard. It's not the hardest job I've ever done, the people there were pleasant enough, but I have never been so embarrassed to have my name associated with a company. I have shaved off the penance beard that I grew during my time there and now feel able to greet the sunrise with words other than "fuck my life". In one of those things that remind you that, despite it's ludicrous size, Australia is in some ways quite a small country, my position is being taken over by Ollie - one of the Brummie lads who was staying with us at the Blue Parrot. Out of courtesy I did actually email him when I saw he was interviewing for the role, letting him know how bad the company is at what it does (how bad, you ask? * stretches arms out as far as they can go* This bad), but the guy needs the money so can't fault him for taking it.
We were out in a place called Croydon last week for Tia's birthday. Bob, who knows her better than I, was charged with present buying. He got her a sky diving trip - which is quite easily the most ostentatious thing I've bought for someone who is, essentially, a casual acquaintance. Also went out to Newtown mid week at the request of Erin, who was joined by Louisa, a girl we'd met last year, and Caitlin - a girl that Bob knows previously from Canada and who he seems to believe is his nemesis - though she showed no signs of reciprocating this antipathy.
Bob is still questing for additional farm work. At one point it looked like his work was going to put him in touch with a farmer in the hunter valley who would sign him off for the days he needed without him actually having to turn up. Unfortunately this fell through and he's going to have to get his hands dirty again. He's managed to secure a tree planting, tending gig at a place called Griffith. He's flying out there via chartered aircraft a week on Monday (cue flying doctors theme tune).
As I've only got five weeks left I won't be going with him. Instead I'm heading north tomorrow, up towards Byron Bay for a couple of days. After that, don't really know, but I suspect Brisbane for a week or so before back to Byron (assuming I like the place) for their yearly writer's festival. Bob may or may not be joining me again, depending on how soon he gets the days needed.
This is a bit of a concern in that, as I've noted previously, I can be cripplingly shy and sometimes it helps to have someone like Bob around who has verbal diarhea. Primarily though, the only real bummer, is that he's me best mate and it would have been nice to see more of the country with him by me side.
Never mind. 13 hour train journey tomorrow. I shall buy a bumper colouring book and a big pack of jellies to make the time pass quicker.
Love and Fishes
Dave Denton
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