PG's Plan Ahead Part Deux

And so, following the previous post, we can see it has more or less gone according to plan. I studied that GCIT but unfortunately due to useless Ralph we were denied our darting premiership. None the less I picked up three trophies, well two after the old man smashed my singles trophy in a fit of jealous rage. I have picked up more trophies in two seasons in darts than the old boy has managed in ten! And Cats just weren't switched on enough to win a third premiership in four years, labouring with age, apathy and a traitorous coach who had secretly already packed his bags it seems since mid June. Oh well at least Pa and I, thanks to me, have our names on a WINNING trophy, the Old Man's first Winter Season winning accolade and my second: The Div 3 Red Graded Doubles! Actually its back to back for me with regards to that trophy, only twice have I entered the graded doubles tourney and each time I have taken the choccies.

AND now I'm up in Qld but, according to the plan I'd move here IF I got a job. I realised I needed to be based here to get a job but probably arrived, like Burke and Wills at the wrong time! The difference being B&W arrived when there was no water about, had they taken JK the Great with them there'd have been no problem! But I would have deserted back in Victoria along with most of em when Burke offloaded the rum! ANYWAY the point is I came up in late Nov, lured by a couple of, as it turns out, unprofitable interviews, right in the middle of the Christmas-New Year slow down. So now I'm stuck sitting on my hands with bugger all cash, it all being used in the move up here as well as the settling in, and bored as hell most days, with nothing to study and no work to do!

The situation is made worse by the super thin ceiling and the wallahs upstairs who seem to be on holiday and so are home 24/7 it seems. I might go out for a walk or a drive to the river but even when I'm out for hours, when I return, the wallahs are still here! Indeed they never seem to leave, even if one or two do the rest stay behind to bang around, meaning I gots to have my music cranked almost all day, not very peaceful! Naturally this would be less of a problem IF I had a job as I'd be gone 8 hours a day so it'd be less irritating but I don't so grrrrrrrr. If anyone had been home when I was inspecting the place (a complete fluke as it turns out, to inspect when no-one was home) so I could have known how bullshit the 'ceiling' is I would have continue on inspecting. Of course my hand was forced a bit by Jew boy but that's a different tale for a different time.

Anyway hopefully the situation picks up in the next month or so, also since one has to look at a 'variety' of jobs for the dole I'm also keepin an eye out for one or two casual jobs not in the labby field to bring in some cash and keep me occupied so I'll see how that goes. HOWEVER if I haven't scored a job in six months I might up stakes and return to the land of Banjo, go back to applying from afar but pretending to be near, though in the long and chequered history of JK, it has never taken more than 3 months of intensive job seeking to find a job so shouldn't come to that. Of course at the six month point it'll be winter in the land of Banjo and methinks I won't want to come back!

Well anyway that's the future. The present is my second last bottle of beer, (Oh no!) good thing I get some dole tomorrow, then maybe stretch my legs as my bum's sore from this shitty seat that came with the room. Saw a cheap office works chair on tele today so tomorrow I also will check that out.

Well that's all from me, cheerio!

PG Out