Unable to see clearly in the rain.
I am trying to entertain myself by taking different routes when we are going places. When we went shopping today I took another route to see something different and hope to find a better way to the store. It was more enjoyable, as the area we drove through is a bit more scenic than going directly on the main road with cars speeding like they are on some kind of self-delusional mission that actually matters.
When we arrived in Australia I was amazed how nice and warm it was and how it rarely rained. Living in Europe I remembered to be excited when it was sunny for a few days straight during summer, but now I can’t wait for the rain. As I’ve mentioned earlier, I check the doppler radar images on the BOM web site to track the rain and try to make my own (hopeful) predictions. It drizzled a bit this morning, but tonight it comes in huge showering waves. I am very tempted to go outside and literally soak in the rain.
Eventually we will both be studying and hopefully have a part-time job to at least pay for rent and food; but as we are still sitting in the waiting room not knowing what the hell is going on and what will happen, makes it a bit difficult not to be worried. All we can hope for is that we don’t become desperate. I honestly can’t reach that point. You don’t want someone who grins deviously when saying, “Those who go too far know how far they can go”, to become desperate.
I have lost count, but I reached 100 job ads a while ago. When you have applied for over 100 jobs and you are still unemployed you can’t help wonder what is wrong. Is it my cover letter and my CV, is it because I am a foreigner or am I just being extremely unlucky?
At the moment I only have three things to look forward to; spending time with Lizzie, trying out the latest Moblin build and waiting for the next release of Fedora. Of course, I have other things in my life that keeps my spirit up, like blogging, but that’s on my second list of things I look forward to.
I came. I saw. I (still haven’t) conquered.
