I ventured to North Sydney this evening for a job interview. My favorite part about today was riding the train by myself. I love trains; they are much better than buses. More relaxing. Easier to navigate. Better smelling, most of the time. Unfortunately, though, I have yet to encounter crazies on the train. I await the day!
My job interview turned out to be a group interview, with 15 other people. You think they should have told us, eh? I have no idea what to expect out of it. I did meet a redhead who lives in my building. I have decided that the SUV administration put all the redheads in Old Stockade (aka the shittiest building). They are hair-acist. After the interview, a couple of Aussie girls were asking me about America. I love being questioned. And I learned that no matter where you grow up, you are not happy with it. They all want to leave Sydney and find it amusing that I love it here.
Yes, I really just used the word love. I am becoming quite infatuated with the city. I suppose I should ride trains more often to give me this state of mind.
I think tomorrow will be my first ever St. Patrick's day celebration. This week is hectic and wonderful.
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