Trash and Treasure

Life in Wagga

I am currently living in Wagga with Dad and my man lover Matt. I am working at the DPI, formerly known as the Department of Agriculture. I worked here (the first time) at the end of high school in 2002, and worked here during uni holidays to supplement my beer and candy needs. I remember thinking “fuck this is a shit job, I can’t wait to finish uni and be a real person and get the hell away from these losers”. Now here I am, 10 years later, useless degree on the wall, still working at this same shit hole, doing menial borings tasks for arseholes that don’t appreciate my efforts, who keep me on as a casual instead of temporary employee so they can fuck me off whenever they feel like it. It sucks. From this description, you can probably tell that I’m a bit over things at the moment. I’m very lucky that Dad and I get along very well, and he doesn’t mind me staying here…. and perhaps even enjoys my company?! I feel very lame saying that; I’m 28, living with dad, working the same shitty job I did 10 years ago.

Chicks in Wagga are feral sluts. I’ve already whinged about it on facebook, but here I go again: Latest fashion trend in Wagga: The “homeless hooker”. Find the shortiest denim shorts you can find, then cut them so short at the front your pockets hang out under the pant line. Then rip the front of the jeans many times over around the pocket area so more pocket is exposed.

The Future

The main reason I’m here in Wagga, working like a mother fucker is…… money. Money is shit. I hate it. I just wanna go on adventures and enjoy myself, take up photography, painting, pottery, glass blowing and gardening.

There are many adventures in my sight right now:

- Matt would like to travel up the East Coast, mainly wants to scuba dive the Great Barrier Reef before it all dies. He would also like to see the guts of Australia, Uluru etc. So there are possible Aussie road trips to be had.

- Burning man 2012 (end of the world!!!!). I did not manage to acquire tickets unfortunately, but I’m sure if I REALLY wanted them I could sell my soul to the devil, or something to attain them. It would be amazing and my very good friends Eliza (Aus) and Alex (UK) and Marti (Can), amongst numerous other Canadian friends are going, and it would be awesome, but is very costly and excessive for one week of partying in the Nevada desert.

- Japan, November/December this year. Ever since discovering that I love snowboarding, and that I like Japan, I have wanted to do a ski season in Japan. The plan is trying to work at Niseko (mainly Aussies and English speakers). I would prob prefer a smaller resort where people mainly speak Japanese, but I think it would be much harder to get a job, and that Matt would get scared. This is my personal first preference of money spending. I’m not getting any younger, and need to get a visa before I turn 30. I’ve been getting Japanese lessons every week. If I had the money, I’d go to Japan in May, and have a second summer, and spend time living/working in Tokyo and picking up more Japanese, and go to the mountain in person to apply for job/sus out accommodation. Not sure it’s really possible though.