The Hunt Continues

This just occurred to me: Despite all my time doing cool things around the globe, I've never had a proper interview. By proper, I mean formal. There was some interviewing with temp agencies in Washington, but that was more of a typing test thing. I dressed in pants suits for my typing tests. Overkill? Probably. I like to make a good impression.

Anyway, Australia might be more xenophobic than I anticipated. My problems: 1. I have a foreign (non-white) sounding last name. 2. My professional experience and education was abroad. 3. I can only work 6 months for any one organization.

While I'm sure I could find work as a skimpy (bar maid) or farm hand in the outback, I have no desire to do either. I grew up on a farm in the country. I already know what hard labor is like; that's why I went to University. I worked as a server during high school and university. I've paid my dues. Grr! Despite my great CV, lovely cover letters and wonderful phone presence, I've only scored two interviews. The first was to be an equestrian coach at a local horse farm (I was under-qualified but the guy was informative). The second is tomorrow. Tomorrow I trot off to a fancy restaurant for a trial shift as a fine dining server.

Honest money is better than nothing, but please God, let it be something that won't make me want to wish I'd been an accounting major!

Interview

I had an interview today. It went well enough. Then I came home and promptly threw up. Boo.

Hello World

Tell all of your friends! There is an intelligent, hard-working soul in Canberra with two liberal arts degrees from a prestigious American university who is looking for a job! The restaurants won't even take me! Maybe this is the part of my life story where I learn that job hunting in any foreign country isn't a walk in the park....

Anyway, hello world! I'm back in the blogosphere. I thought about back-blogging, but truth be told, I don't have the energy. What has happened since December? I've settled in with Sam and it has been GREAT! There's no doubt that my unsuccessful job hunt has been hard on both of us but he has been better about it than I could ever imagine. The man hugs me on a daily basis and says things like "maybe tomorrow will be a better day." WOW! I still have every intention of moving out BUT I need to find a job first. Amen.

Australia reminds me of the States. A lot. Sorry Aussis, but it's true. The way you dress. The way you act. The way you eat. Yep, reminds me of the States. Of course there are notable differences, like driving on the left or calling a cooler an "eskie" (in NZ, it's called a "chilly bin!"). I tried to order take out from a restaurant one day and wasn't understood until I said "take away." Sigh. Regardless, Australia's grand but I often feel a tinge of longing for Paris; I don't think that feeling will ever go away.

Until I write to you again, take care internet! Much love, Mlle Zarrouati.

On Anti-Americanism, Politics, and Being in DC

Ok, no one likes Bush. The U.S. has gotten the memo. During my last year in France I stopped being American after receiving constant bashing at bars, dinner parties and the classroom. I started telling people I was from Finland. Don't get me wrong, I like my country. The U.S. has some good things going for it. I mean the sheer diversity and liberty in the states is hard to beat (and yes, in many many ways I think France is MORE conservative than the U.S. - but that's another soapbox for another day). BUT after being the blunt of countless jokes and enduring mindless questions/comment (e.g. But you cannot be American - you are not fat! Do you eat McDonalds every day? Do you love Bush and want to make his babies? I liked you but I don't think I can associate with an imperialist pig), I decided it would be much easier to be from somewhere else. People believed me. I didn't encounter a single person who spoke Finnish - although I wish I had, I could have learned a thing or two.

Anyway, so there's no escaping American politics in Washington. I mean, Washington IS American politics. I couldn't be more dissatisfied with a place. Every person you meet wants to know your political affiliation (I'm independent, thanks), your alma mater (Penn State) and, of course, your opinion on Obama (I voted for him, but my vote as absentee thus didn't count...). When people ask these questions, I can't pull out the old "I'm a foreigner" trick anymore. I have to have an opinion for the masses. My problem is that unless you've earned my respect, I don't feel like debating with you; because friendly chats over drinks usually turn into debates. I digress.

Goodbye Paris

Paris was lovely, comme d'hab. Everything about the city makes you either want to puke or do a song/dance routine. I love Paris even though she's usually cold, wet and gray (Sunny Paris only exists in the movies). My Parisian friends are some of the best in the world. The food is oh so yummy. The parks, the boulevards, the shops, the formalities and kisses, the bomb sirens on the first wednesday of every month - yep, that's my city.

Goodbye Paris! I'm looking forward to NOT stepping in Merde any time soon. :)

Artichoke Heaven

There ARE artichokes in Australia. At least that's what the internet says!!! Now all I need to do is find evidence of plantains...

Artichoke

While I might not have medical insurance, I am eating well. :)

Paris = great, cheap, fresh food.

Tonight's menu:
-Atlantic cod with a creme fraiche curry sauce
-Steamed artichokes
-Mashed potatos with spinach and shallots
-Tomme Noir with strawberry/abricot jam
-Fresh Baguette
-Eggplant caviar
-Tangy yogurt
-Flan
-Three types of red wine - I'm sure they were under 4euros a piece.

Umm, fed 4 people for under 25euros. Nice. ...Although the company would have been worth any price.