Undesirable Job #5

A word of caution to those who innocently buy fresh fish at the supermarket. If you don't request it, they don't gut or scale the fish for you. My friend and I learnt this the hard way last night while unhappily scaling some bream. As I used a make-shift scaler to remove the nasty stuff, I was damn glad that I didn't work at the fish market. Imagine sloshing around in slimy dampness all day gutting and scaling fish, getting all sorts of disgusting stuff in your hair and clothes and eternally smelling fishy.

Glad it ain't me.

Back in business

So I've been slacking off, but I've got a valid excuse since I've been flat-hunting and trying to dig through all my stuff stored in boxes. Anyway, the point is, I'm back in town. I haven't been sending 100 resumes to every recruitment agent in town, but what I have done is register a business name, get myself an ABN, and hopefully be respectfully self-employed very soon. Did anyone know that the tax office conducts free assistance visits to anyone setting up small business? They do, and they even reveal all the secret things you can do to take full advantage of our tax system. The nice man who came to visit me with tons of helpful booklets even gave me a free record-keeping CD. I don't even have to set up my own tax invoice. Never thought I'd say this, but I'm quite impressed with the Australian Tax Office.

Recently

While I was vacationing in Bali, a recruitment agent emailed me to ask me if I was interested in interviewing with a certain company in town. When she revealed the name I recognized it and promptly informed her that I had been interviewed by them 2 years ago and that I would pass since it didn't work out that time. She curtly emailed me back implying that I should go or it was my loss. I didn't bother to tell her that the last time I went to this company, the interviewer was a stuck-up dick who made me wait for 30 minutes then rushed through my interview in 30 minutes without seeming interested in my portfolio.

On vacation

So, to make the most of my joblessness, I've decided to fuck everything and am vacationing in Bali for 2 weeks. No looking at ads for a while, that can wait. Meanwhile, blue skies, lounging by the pool, reading crappy novels, and volcano climbing. The real world can wait a while longer. This is my favourite jobless activity.

Googling

Sometimes I can't help but think the internet is like the Wizard Of Oz. At times of need so many souls type questions onto the search bar and maybe expect some kind of answer to all their sorrows turn up on Google.

These poor people in the US searched for '30 year old jobless parents' upon which I wish I could direct them to the person who searched for 'jobless everything will be ok'. I wonder if they found what they were looking for, even if just for a little while.

The funnies

Some poor soul from the UK googled the following:

'Life is shit I'm a jobless loser with no money and travelling'.

And got directed to me. At this I couldn't help myself but lol'd.

Undesirable Job #4

Continuing on from the last episode, I think I'm going to document every piece of undesirable job I come across to remind myself to be thankful I'm not the one who has to do it.

The people who work at the car cleaners located in the deepest realms of public car parks. The air here is stifling, smelly, and heavily polluted with car fumes. There is no view to the world outside, and one is buried in this dungeon-like situation the entire day. Imagine having to stay in this condition washing people's dirty-ass cars for 8-10 hours daily. If you never had claustrophobia, you just might develop it.

Glad it ain't me.