So the road trip went as far as Cairns. Then terminated as it was so beautiful. Then the inevitable return in a car with one headlight, one tailight and bumpers hanging off by occy straps! But the PG made it back, the White Lady was restored better than new, she's now high-tech! That is to say she has a high number of tech-screws in her chassis but better than the pissy clips they use to hold bumpers in these days. Then back up to Brisbane ostensibly for a couple of job interviews but mostly to escape the cold, chase some tail and catch the cats at the Gabba. Then the inevitable return.
So....NOW what for the PG? He is again on the job search but this time a little older a little wiser. Instead of the hell-bent, apply for everything then swing at the first pitch which has worked so poorly for PG in the past, this time I shall be more discerning. Only targeting jobs in a certain minimum pay scale, mostly of a 9-5 nature with focus on instrument work over benchwork which is below the PG. Mostly Melbourne applications though keeping an eye on anything in the mining areas which offer relocation assistance. However if its too much a down n dirty bucket chemistry type role then it is shunned. Obviously, by being more choosy the time it will take for locking in a role shall be longer, but likewise the prospects of longevity shall also increase. In theory. After storing up a great reservoir of cash I shall BLOW IT ALL ON BAHAMA MAMAs yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaah! Ha ha ha, no I shall then use it go back to uni and get a fucking degree that translates into an actual job in the field of the degree. Eg a Civil Engineering degree which leads of course to a career in engineering as opposed to a fucking BSc with a Physiology major that leads to analytical sciences as there are no fucking jobs in physiology! Pha!
Well that's the plan anyway. Only time will tell how it all works out. But I got a Till then, GO CATS!
PG Out.
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