One month of reflections

I am quickly approaching one month in the United States. This is my longest time away from home not including holidays and the longest time i have been out of work (not including holidays) since my Summer Hiatus of 2012... so in actual fact, the whole not working thing has not been anything toooo new.

I spend a lot of time watching baseball on tv. Trying to work out what is going on and why the players don't seem to try as hard as they could be. Coming from a cricket background, growing up being taught to always give my all and generally trying to put that to practice, I just do not understand some aspects of the game. For example, they wear gloves. A catch is not really a catch if you are wearing a glove. And, basically, if you get within coo-ee of a hit, you should catch it. It is not just a glove. It is a massive glove.

My days are also productive by thinking about things i would not otherwise think about. Things which i have more to do with as a result of my incarceration new life. For example, i feed Robin the cat every now and then (not an animal rights issue, i just mean when Lor does not) and notice that on the packet it states that it has a great taste and is for Adult cats aged 1-6 with an indoor lifestyle. They just all look like pellets to me. I do not envy the job of the person who tastes the pellets to ensure the taste is great (face it, in America if they do not do the research, someone will sue them) or understand the difference between diets for an indoor cat versus that of an outdoor cat. Given my somewhat sedentary lifestyle at the moment, I may consider a pellet diet, at least for a while.

The month has really flown by. It has been a blur of chilli cheese fries, jose cuervo margarita mix and homemade s'mores. That is a dangerous combination. IT is not flammable but may cause burning pockets, severe bloating and buyer's remorse. The margarita mix was a funny one. Turns out you don't need to add tequila to it as it is already included in the recipe! That explains why we got so trashed so quickly!

Searching for a job has become a bit laborious and I have almost accepted that every company that calls me for an interview is a door to door sales position. They try to dupe you in the ad by saying 'customer service' or 'marketing' and sometimes ever 'entry level HR' before coming clean that you will be walking to people's doors (people who own guns), knocking (remember the guns thing) and trying to sell them dodgy products (and they have guns). I received an email asking me to come in for an interview and i responded by asking if there was a sales component to the position. They never emailed back! I do have an interview tomorrow but accepted mainly for the outing. It looks like sales. I am not giving up though. I went to some interviews for a bakery, which was convenient and potentially fun. They never called back though so i have come to the conclusion i do not get hired. To be honest, their loss (as well as mine).

Something i am refusing to do (apart from a sales position) is lose hope or stop smiling. Am having a lot of fun with Laura and trying to repay her faith and love by cleaning the house, making her laugh and making really great mix CDs for her to listen to when she drives to work. Have begun a detox of sorts after a catalyst-ic night of mixed drinks, two burritos and a hazy memory. I like it here and know i will make things work. Perhaps I don't want to leave because it would mean I would have to support the Penrith Panthers again. The irresistible form of the SF Giants and SJ Sharks has a hold of me! I want to be in a winning location!