Okay, so Dad said on the phone that you were worrying too much…as if that’s anything new. I’m only here for a year, wow, seriously. Anyway, thought I’d let you know how everything is going.
Melbourne isn’t as different to Bristol as you’d think at first, but I’ve started to notice how the people and culture here is different. Everyone wants to hear me say words, as if they’ve never had a pom here before. I think it’s all just light banter. Oh, and I got a job…with my landlord! I mentioned as I moved in that I did secretarial work, and he said he was looking for someone. He’d seen my application so he pretty much knew all about me, so…win! Now I work in his office, taking calls from other residents. At least I know who to call if a branch comes through my window or something. No, Mum, that’s not actually going to happen.
Had my very first call yesterday, someone looking for a drain cleaner around Melbourne who’d come to fix some leakage under her kitchen sink. Sounds really glamorous, right? But actually, it was a really nice call. The lady asked me where I was from, I put on my best phone voice just like you taught me and she sounded so relieved that someone so efficient was on the case. That’s right…the efficient person would be me. I assume the plumbers made it and did the job, because I never got any call back from her. Tick that one off. Had lots of other calls that day, of course, and they weren’t all quite so nice…nothing really terrible though. One guy wanted the landlord to replace his curtains since the cat clawed them up. Checked his case record, and he’s definitely not allowed pets. Handed that one to management…
So that’s the job. Calling up those fine Melbourne blocked drain people, drinking those amazing Melbourne coffees, living the Melbourne life. Stop stressing, Mum, seriously…
Australia is pretty good. Some things I’ve found are much better than home, others not so much. I’m really not fond of how people think meditation is a kooky thing for weird people, and their obsession with meat in every meal is very strange. Otherwise, I’m very happy here! The technology they have is amazing, and I was able to quite easily get a property to rent, provided I had all my papers in order. I suppose I should thank Uncle Ravin and his printer for that one.
One thing that truly shocked and amazed me recently was the availability of hot water. You know how back there in Albajeria, hot water is a privilege one must pay for? As it turns out, Australia is very different. Hot water is part of the package of a home! It’s true; efficient Melbourne plumbers come to your home and make sure it’s working, provided it’s not already.
The landlord didn’t tell me this, probably because he thought I already knew and I didn’t say where I was from. But it really is true, and truly crazy. I’d been in this rental property for four months with no hot water coming out of the tap. Money is tight and I knew full-well how to deal with cold water for everything from growing up in the capital, so I thought everything was normal. Oh, there was a kettle provided with the house, so I basically used that like I used to. It wasn’t until I was at my support group when I was alerted to it being a problem at all. A Ukrainian lady looked at me in confusion when I mentioned my morning kettle bath, and asked why I didn’t have a plumbing contractor in to fix the hot water. I explained that I hadn’t paid for the privilege, and then everything came out.
Turns out it’s all part of my gas, which I DO pay. Can you imagine, hot water as part of gas? Crazy! Some Melbourne plumbing company was called in and they fixed it in a jiff. Guess I’ll be living large with hot showers from now on! Tell Daric not to be too jealous. Give my regards to the whole family!