This is my new job!

Since I moved back to Australia, it was all a downward spiral from there. From being an events management student, which meant part-time event management gigs; also juggling a cool job as a radio DJ and a photographer... I went crashing to a dirty kitchen hand job, on a busy party night schedules. Which meant, no more party for little LEML or being on the look to make sure the party's going great. I was in a miserable and dirty kitchen, trying to earn few hundred bucks to pay my tiny city flat. It was a total contrast of what my life was a few weeks before I moved back.

 

THE BOLD MOVE

Moving out from parents, after a week of arriving back in Australia

 The bags that held both my past and future

 First night in my new flat... Two beds?! One for fun, one for sleeping

  
I remember that the night before my flight back, I even was in a fabulous 18th birthday party! It was so cool, and I surely miss the stress that always culminates with cool lights, sounds and classic fun. Six months from then, I find myself back in my parents' place, but this time I was able to buy a car (and I need a car, because the closest bus stop is 15-minutes drive), working as a fast-food crew and another 'not-so-fabulous-job-that-pays-VERY-well'. 

Let's face it, I am earning so much more than I was earning before. Probably, I am earning here one-two month's worth of what I made, with the 4-hour shift I am doing. Then it all comes to me that many people are rich... they only have money. They are no longer happy with what they are doing. They are merely surviving.

In one of my events, everything was fun!

Now, whenever I am working. I am very sad. VERY SAD. Why am I just earning money? It's not fun! I don't picture myself in this kind of situation. I can't keep doing what I was doing before too. Yes, I was able to do some of the event emceeing. I've done a couple or three since, but it' not as happier as before. I am also very scared to do freelancing in events here. Stupid white people underestimating awesome asian skills, or taxation office, or or or I may not know where to get the clearances and all that jazz! It's so folkin' annoying!

Back to reality, I am now sitting here, wanting to pursue a career in writing. Why? Because no one cares that I have a bit of American accent, or that I am too short. I am so sick of working by the hours (even though we are getting paid accordingly) SCREW YOU ALL! For those restaurants that never replied to my applications of food and beverage attendant (yes, I applied to a few and never heard back from them) Watch out and make sure your food is good, because I will never be nice any more. I am just so sick-- well, I don't fully blame you for not wanting to work anymore, but yeah... Just saying. 

This turned out to be a rant, and Lemuel Gabriel is back. Not in a tumblr blog anymore, 'cause I invested with a journalism course, beezhes. 

 I couldn't believe I was able to stay working there for over two months!

P.S.,

I am not quitting my job(s) yet, because I need to save up. So bear with all the complaining/rants that might come. I swear I should get an award for seemingly loving my job and giving the nicest customer service  when I'm working though I hate being that flesh-like robot.