I am rich!
I am respected!
I have purpose!
I. HAVE. A. JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Much of last night was spent with me grinning & saying, “Its ok babe, we can now afford that! I’m now rich! I have a job!”
To his protests of “Well, actually, academia & your real research job doesn’t pay as well as this fantasy Getty Oil job you seem to mistakenly believe you have”.
To which I would ignore him and slip into dreaming about how I can now afford a 3rd beer on a Melburnian night out. Order a bottle of wine in a restaurant. Find myself in a restaurant where the tables are as stylish as being made out of REAL wood & not warped plastic. How I will no longer have intricate debates with an 8 year old about whether the hired help – me – actually has any intellectual capacity considering her (my) type of work (babysitting). Or be interrogated by the same kid & her sibling about how can I be wearing pink nail polish on my toes, they thought I was poor.
I will once more have a valid reason to stand up each morning & hit the clogged roads. Be entitled to complain about feeling like a rat in a cage when secretly I am so chuffed that my bank balance does not rest on a Third World country’s mood swings, but rather increases monthly. I might even make my own Australian friends! And learn the inner workings of the inner city!
It all looks sun shiny good today.
On that note, I am off to the bottle store’s cold room to lie on some slabs of beer….
As what I also have is an apartment that thinks it is an Easy-Bake Oven. 35 degrees outside. Roasting Chicken temperature inside.
Sweat sweat sweat.
But it’s ok. In 2 weeks I’ll be working in the sweet sweet airconditioned surrounds of a university office.