Well, I did a bad thing.
I ate kangaroo meat.
They're cute, fluffy, hoppy, and..... REALLY tasty. Many of you who know my eating habits know that i avoid big chunks of red meat, and am generally disinclined to eat steaks or pork chops or whatever have you. I just don't like chewing and chewing and chewing, and I REALLY dont like the stringy muscley bloodiness. Its just not my thing. I like bits of meat, but not big hunks. So anyways, Eli was having a kebab of kangaroo meat, so I ate a big old slab of it. It was so delicious. It was soft and juicy and sweeter than cow meat. It was everything I love about red meat (which is a lot despite the above) and nothing I hate about it. Then a few days later, we went to Tim's mum's for her tasty curry dinner (the week before we had chicken and green chili, and this time it was to be red curry and kangaroo) and it was delicious ALL over again. I still have leftovers, and am looking forward to it again, as it was also my lunch today.
I went into my temp agency today, and did all my australian work safety crap and typing tests and questionnaire filling et al. She doesnt have anything at the moment, but she is a friend of Tim's family, and she is looking for me. She gave me tips on my resume, and what goes as par for Australia, since they dress differently and write applications a bit differently. I think I might now have a chance. She said to look into other agencies, and since agencies only offer temp work, maybe i should continue looking for another job as well, to give me some permanence, which was nice to know. I felt very successful. I had been dropped off (Tim drove me so I wouldnt get lost and be late, but he is sick so I let him go home lol) so I was downtown by myself for the first time. I explored. Today being the last day of the month, and banks generally operate by charging you for shit on the first of the month, I decided that, since I was downtown by myself already, I would go to the bank and deposit some money out of my canadian account into it, so I dont get charged for going under my limit when the service charges come out tomorrow. I asked the lady at the desk of the agency I'm with for Temp jobs, and she gave me directions, however I got turned around in the elevator, and got really quite lost. I finally gave up, and went to the bus stop to go home, and the bank was right across the street from my bus stop! SIGH. So I go up to the atm which is outside the main branch on the street, and start to use my card. Of course, it is a Visa debit, so for some reason each feature has its own pin number. It only tells me this AFTER I attempt (and fail) to deposit. Each time I do this, it gives me a new envelope. I tried my 3 pins (of course it was the last one) but then I couldnt figure out which 'account' to use! Cheque (as we usually use in Canada, Saving, Credit, Visa, or Mastercard (I was unsure, as my Canadian credit card is Mastercard, and I got confused.) Again it gave me a new envelope every time. Turns out it was a savings account, which was the last one I tried. I had about a metric ton of envelopes in my hand. Two Indian guys were watching me, and trying not to laugh. Sigh. I then hopped on the bus and made it home without further damage, though I did get off one bus stop too early because Tim didn't explain it the way I would have, and I had to walk an extra two blocks. Woe is me.
In the meantime, the sickness that plagued me every day since I have been here (just over a month now!!) and every time I am in a moving vehicle has finally died a violent death. I am a completely different person not having the threat of 'when today am I going to feel like violent shit' lurking at every bend. I just feel so much more conent and happy. And motivated! I didn't realize what a toll it had taken on me, because I was being a surly bitch without even noticing it (Tim was trying not to say anything, but he couldnt deny it when i asked, bless him, he's so brave.) But, its all over, and I am much happier and calmer. I am looking forward to future car rides where I can actually look around instead of trying to keep my insides as just that... insides.