But When You’re With Me, I’ll Make You Believe

[Moves Like Jagger – Maroon 5 ft Christina Aguilera]

Strange to be coming back to a habit which I used to have everyday. I read somewhere that 21 days make a habit, so here’s to 21 days of a new habit.

My comeback’s comeback’s comeback (did I count that right?) comes on the heels of a different direction that I’m taking in my life. Namely, that I’m going back onto the same direction that I was (hoping to be) heading towards this time last year.

Bar the stroke of depressing inspiration from the post prior, my life had taken a creative standstill. After graduation, I attempted to continue writing, but the lure of an obligation-free lifestyle took me in too far, and I found myself sitting at the tail end of May with nothing to show for it but working two 3-hour shifts a week, and taking benefits from the government (which isn’t something I’m complaining about). And while every day I told myself that I’d get right on it – ‘it’ being the first step towards a proper ‘life’, i.e. applying for writing/media jobs more seriously (more seriously than occasionally contacting some small publishing company about internships), or at least have a plan sketched out – it was simply more relaxing to watch old episodes of Buffyย and gorge myself on Daredevil comics. I started and semi-abandoned two different writing projects, as well as a movie review blog idea which I’ve also heaped into a folder on my USB titled “Microsoft Docs”, the polite sign at the gate that is the graveyard of my creativity spurs.

So when June came whizzing around, I accepted a job at a local cafe, which offered me up to 20+ hours a week of working – and hard working, too. My paychecks started holding much bigger numbers, and I told myself that this was obviously my next step, since it was ย next to impossible to find a job in the media these days (especially if I didn’t try), and at least I’m earning some seed money for when I take a step away from the ledge and start doing work for no money – an inevitable step.

Then, the other week, I reconnected with an old friend. She’s the kind of person who would ask about you out of the kindness of her heart, but not take a wishy-washy answer as fact and move on. She pressed why I didn’t have a proper plan, and even went so far as to contact an acquaintance of her own who works in the media, just to ask for how I can get started.

So I dug up my old internet bookmarks where I’d stashed away a few post-grad courses I’d been looking at in my final year of undergrad studying. I semi-made up my mind that I should return to study, if not only for the practical experience that those courses will provide for to fatten my port-folio. I sounded my ideas off of Amelia, who immediately seized on the fact that for the past half a year I’d done naught to further my own career, and guilt-tripped me into doing something about it. Granted, she told me to just go and properly look for a job, but I reviewed my own state of mind, and felt that perhaps I wasn’t ready to look for the job, but instead should study for it. If this would be a vain exercise to put off shouldering responsibilities…well, time will tell.

In any case, I’d applied for and am in the process of being accepted for a Masters in Media. I’d like to think I’d be one of the gap-year-taking older students (although, considering this is a post-grad degree, I just may be one of the youngest anyway) who studies above and beyond the requirement and partake in all class discussions.

600 words in: excellent. I should have weeded out the people who didn’t really care about my ramblings, and am left with Serena. Hi Serena, are you still reading this?

Much like the gag on Family Guy, I’m a writer who needs people to know I’m writing. I haven’t gone as far as to go into a cafe and bring my laptop, although if I am to work and study at the same time next year, it just may happen out of necessity.

So, Serena, please continue reading.

Yesterday was the annual Social Night, an event held by the SAMA club, or the anime club of Monash Uni. Amelia is a committee member this year, and she worked hard for the event. I’m not one for photo-blogging, but here is a glimpse of what the table settings that she designed looked like (if you click on the link).

The event was smaller than last year, but it was still extremely entertaining. Maybe it was because I know how hard Amelia worked for the event, but I felt it was more intimate.

Serena snuck a bottle of vodka into the party, and became the producer/enabler for most of the drunken behavior last night.

The night was capped by a rousing Happy Birthday for Amelia, who turned 21 at midnight after the event. I look at her, and sometimes I’m astonished to realize I’ve been with her for 2 years, which simultaneously feel like no time at all, and yet I can’t remember what I used to do without her in my life (no, I will not read through my old blog posts to refresh my memory).

I’ll find more interesting things to blog about apart from myself for the next 20 days. Unfortunately tomorrow is an entire day of work, so maybe I’ll find a funny customer anecdote to share.

Thanks for reading, Serena (and any of you other beautiful folks who I know have subscribed to and stuck with me despite the hiccups).

Alex.

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No cheese no onion no pickles with mushrooms and mayonnaise…

Basically, I had my first day of training today at Maccas, and all that I’ve done so far was cook a basket of fries, failed at putting fries into the box (how is something so simple so hard), swept up some tables outside, and then took some orders after learning Macca’s surprisingly extensive menu.

I’ve yet to learn all the names of the people working there or, for that matter, the name of my manager. I really need to get on top of that.

To test me, my trainer Keith mock ordered a Large Big Mac meal but with the conditions of my title. Figuring out how to do all that under 25 seconds is, again, surprisingly hard. I expect to get faster soon. Counter stuff seems straight forward enough, you just have to get used to where the items are on the screen. It’s running around for the food which seems like a tough job, especially making the coffee/tea, and the soft serve, and the McFlurry stuff.

Next training shift on Thursday. Wish me luck!

Alex.

P.S. Might put up a new category soon.

You Never Ever Leave My Mind

[Hello – Hawk Nelson]

Today, the weather pointed at knife at me and told me to give up all my money now or else.

I went to MSAC today to talk to hopeful Yr 12s at MacRob about choosing Uni courses. That conference/talk in itself was anticlimactic and slightly humiliating (Annie and I, being Media and Communications students, got put in a group of Creative Arts, and it took us 2 talks to realize we didn’t belong). But the stuff that happened before and after it is blog-worthy.

Met up with my MacRob group at Melb Central and had lunch with them, and one of the exchange students from Yr 11 (I think it was just before I started blogging here so I don’t think I mentioned them at all) from Japan came down to visit so her and her host-sister came to have lunch with us. Dani and D.P. showed up to say hi, and they turned out be wearing matching skirts/dresses. Dani was trying to do something to her heels to make it stick, so she got band-aids, and felt it necessary to stick one of them onto my arm hairs.

We ate KFC (which I am currently regretting, my stomach hurts), and Bel and I put some of Tiffany’s sushi wasabi into my gravy. Makes instant Asian cuisine.

We went to MSAC and had the talk. There isn’t much to say except I GOT THE SCHOOL SPOON! My life goal is now actually (slightly/partially) complete. Also, at this point in the day, hugging people started to sound like velcro, because everyone was covered in a nice glazing of sweat.

After the MSAC talk, we made our way back into the CBD for me to finally get Annie her present, then for Bel to run some errands. We took whatever aircon’d place we could find, and groaned in disgust every time we had to leave.

Finally, it was time for my McDonald’s interview. I realized that my Asian blood ran strong in me when I showed up to the place 50 minutes early. Thankfully, the manager/hirer was actually free after her current interviewee, so I got snuck in early. Basic questions done, Kate (the hirer) looks at me and says, “well, I won’t make you wait the week I’ll tell you now, the job’s yours. I just have to find someone to train you.”

SO, YES, I FINALLY found a job! My standards for my money earning sources have dropped so much that I am actually completely over the moon about this. It won’t be easy, because the location is not near my house, but hey, I should start shouldering responsibility! Now to wait for my training to start. In the meantime, I have my vollie job at GVF next Friday.

Hopefully the weather won’t be like it was today. It started pouring sheets of water earlier, and my house, as strong as it usually is, started leaking.

Take care, everyone, and hope the weather eases up soon!

Alex.

I Promise You, Kid

[Haven’t Met You Yet – Michael Buble]

So I noticed that I hadn’t blogged in about a week, and I realized I would therefore fail my 15 a month target if I didn’t write something soon.

I’ve sort of just been sitting at home doing nothing, which is probably what I’m writing about today. I like to analyze my own actions after a while.

A few of my friends feel that they’re wasting their lives in front of the computer screen – social networking just doesn’t hold the thrill anymore. They want to go out and get a job and start working towards the dream life they have.

I also want to work towards that dream life but I’m still sort of in the mindset of a kid – I have plenty of time to do it later, when I’m older. Except I am older.

And I think I have been hiding/held back by the fact that my parents aren’t giving me much freedom, and I couldn’t get a job. But I don’t know what the ratio of each is. I mean I do have friends that tell me to “just do it”, as in just move out and beย independent. However it’s kind of hard to do it when I don’t have any means to support myself. Right now, my bank account is somewhere at 15 dollars.

I think that’s why I’m really looking forward to going to New York for exchange (have I mentioned this?). If I get the exchange, I will be going to my dream city for half a year learning about stuff I love, all the while being independent – at the same time financially I should still be supported somewhat (even though I still really need to get a job). So it’s sort of an incentive and a trial (dream city and independence) without the shameful failure.

However, I don’t think I’ll be able to disengage myself from the internet. I don’t think it’s a matter of my wasting my time on it, or being addicted to it (though in both cases it’s true), but rather the internet is such a huge part of what I find interesting about the media, that disengaging myself from it would be cheating myself of happiness.

There, I justified my addiction. Bring on the interventions!

Anyway, I’ve sort of been a recluse for the last few days, and after not getting another job (even though I do have a work experience somewhere! It doesn’t earn me money – if anything it takes up money – so I don’t know how I will do), my ego has taken a hit. But I have organized to go out a little bit in the next few days to bring my mood back up again.

Alex.

But Now, But Now It’s Gone Away

[Love Today – Mika]

Just a quick update: Today I went to the training/second round interview thing for Advance Fitness (the telemarketing company I applied for). They haven’t called back yet and seeing as Alex (the supervisor) said they’d do so this afternoon, I think I didn’t get picked. FML. And it took so long getting there and back! In the rain!

Ah I’ll stop whinging.

The whole session was pretty long but it wasn’t too hard. I unintentionally insulted one of the my fellow interviewees though.

Still, they might call back soon?

Fingers crossed.

Alex (the…not the supervisor. Trust me when he told me his name I was thinking, “Oh dear this will be confusing.”)

Barista or Game-ah?

Just to catch people (who give a shit) up…

I’m applying for a job at about 5 different EB Games (I REALLY want to work there haha) and one at Gloria Jeans on Kingsway in Glen Waverley. I suppose either would be fine – GJs is ACTUALLY hiring whereas I’m just throwing hopeful hooks into EB Games – but I’m a bit iffed at GJ since I have dodgy balance and boiling water? Uh oh…

Who knows?

This is also for me to read back on much later next year and laugh at. Because by then I’d be hopefully working at one of the two. Or neither. Or somewhere at bloody least.

Alex.

P.S. JEN! SPANNA! I’m barely holding on! It was a close call last night…