Alcohol Permit And Resignation
Well, i finally got my alcohol permit. Now i can buy a couple of cartons of light or mid-strength beer each fortnight – if i want to, which i don’t. I can’t drink those beers, because they make me sicker than the full-strength stuff does – and there’s not many of those i can drink, either. I don’t know what they put in that light beer, but i can only assume they put extra chemicals in to replace the flavour of the alcohol.
Anyway, it’s all fairly irrelevant anyway, as i gave notice at work today. My last day will be the 26th of October. I can’t say i’m too sorry really.
The main reason i decided to leave is that i can’t live somewhere where i can’t walk around freely. The dogs here make it impossible to walk around without being so stressed out that you prefer not to bother. It’s like being in prison when you can’t walk around – and life’s way too short to live in that sort of environment.
The threat of being killed or kidnapped by the Taliban didn’t stop me from walking around in Kabul, but these bloody dogs stop me here!
My job’s the other part of the problem. If i’m doing a job, i like to do it properly – and it’s not possible to do this job properly. I’ve tried for the last 3 months and all that i’ve succeeded in doing is boosting my stress levels to the point where i’ve realised i’ll reduce my lifespan if i keep this up for long!
The motto here seems to be “if a job’s worth doing, it’s worth doing half-arsedly”! But i can’t work like that. This place is a dump, but i don’t mind working here if i can help improve it a bit. The chances of succeeding in that seem very slim though – and the months of stress involved in trying to move the mountain just doesn’t seem worth the possible outcome.
As far as i can see, there are two main causes of state of this town – one is years and years of bad management, and the other is severe and chronic neglect by the Federal government. The same government that’s now jumping up and down and trying to make out it’s going to make big changes. As always, they’re going about it in a half arsed way and any changes they make will just be bodge-ups – bodge-ups that cost a lot of money and achieve very little of any lasting value, no doubt.
Anyway, i’m beyond caring really. I decided some years ago to stop banging my head against brick walls.
When i leave here, i’m going to head to northern New South Wales for a week or so, and try and do the assessments for the last couple of modules for the Certificate III arboriculture course i was doing before i went to Afghanistan. There’s only two modules to go and i want to get that qualification. I want to work with trees – not rundown community housing!
After that, i think i’ll be going to England for a year or two. My mum’s getting old now and my sister has to do a lot of running around for her – and i want to be there to do my share.
Getting a job there is likely to be a nightmare. Around where i come from, decent jobs are hard to find – and pay is crap. The cost of living over there is mindboggling, so the sort of pay that you could live on comfortably here barely touches the sides there. But we’ll see. Something will come along…
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