Update

Well, I think I'm well overdue for an update.

I didn't get the job - got a letter in the mail. I rang my interviewer (he was a really nice guy) to ask him for some tips on what I can improve on, and he said that I was 'pipped at the post' by a person with a bit more experience, and that if the job was a year position, then he probably would have taken me (he needed someone for the position who could just walk in, do the job and then fly off - because I'm a graduate, I would have just been finding my feet as a teacher and then I would've had to leave). He encouraged me though, saying to persevere because I was as keen as mustard. It was a nice conversation, but I guess I still have to make the decision to keep my spirits up.

I ebb and flow with that one - some days I'm incredibly passionate and motivated to keep searching, and then other days I get a bit down, and I have to tell myself not to be like that. It's a bit of a tough road, butI am convinced that God has it all under control - he's taking me on the best road, even if it seems a little difficult at times.

Chrystal and I went on a lovely holiday up the coast to Nambour (2hrs north of Brisbane). We drove, seeing Sydney on the way up (that place drove me nuts - you just CANNOT turn right. Anywhere. You have to do a 'Zoolander' and make three left hand turns to turn right) and Brisbane too. Brisbane was lovely - really nice place. We drove through the city on a late Saturday morning, and it was so quiet. We stopped there and saw The Chronicles of Narnia on an IMAX screen for $5 too. Bargain.

We went to Nimbin on the way back (hippie/commune/drug capital of Australia) just to see what it was like too. About 80 seconds from exiting the car, we walked across a pentagram with was painted on the footpath, and were offered drugs twice by two aboriginal people almost directly outside the police station. Crazy place. A little bit after that we started to feel a bit uncomfortable as it seemed like we were getting weird looks from all the locals who were hanging around. The one old, shaggy guy who looked like he was a bit desperate started following us as we made our way back to the car. We were a little shaken. Haha... one of the shops there was called 'Bringabong', and another shop had the subtitle 'We are not criminals' - I wonder why they felt the need to point that out... hang on, I actually don't wonder at all.

All in all a very relaxing, warm holiday.

Now we're back, Chrystal is at her new job, getting settled in, and I'm at home doing odd jobs (like beating compensation out of our home insurance company, as we were robbed a couple of days after we got back) , looking for jobs and waiting to be called for emergency teaching work.

Well done if you got this far :)

A Post

This is for Cray-z, who said she was bored in another country because of me not posting. I wrote you a poem, Cray-z.

Higgeldy piggedly, figgeldy fish,
Higgeldy piggedly, he broke I'm dish,
Higgeldy piggeldy, smamagon nash,
Smamagon smamagon, strapped for cash.

You like it?

I'll update on job and other life stuff soon. Missed you all :)