Dash Checks In

Day One
Well I made it. After a rocky start, and unexpected high costs. I fucking made it.
The club I worked at was being raided by the police. so I could not collect the three weeks of wages owing - so a few phone calls made, and I (well, my boss) arranged for me to pick it up at another venue! With that in my pocket, I had thirty minutes to get home, shower and get the bus to the airport. I make it home with five minutes before the bus comes. Ripped my work clothes off, fresh deodorant, underwear and clothes. Pick up my two heavy arse suitcases, and run down the stairs and out to the bus - which i caught... at a price. I hurt my bloody knee! Get to the airport, kind of happy, kind of sad i was there by myself. Check my luggage in - I had to pay $180 in excess. Fuck! See a guy from the gym - good to see a freindly familiar face.
 Arrive in Sydney, check in at hostel and go for a walk. I managed to get extremly lost - but I found food and by 11.30AM I was eating bacon and eggs. Went out for a cruise on the Harbour. Then in bed, fast asleep by 8PM.

Day Two
Wake up at 3AM to go to my first day at work. Very exciting. The day flew by. The team I am working with now are incredible. All so welcoming.
I got home by 3PM, went to Manly, had a phone call from my sister & asleep by 8PM again!

Day Three
Second day at the new job confirms that I have made the right decision. V. V. Happy!

Day Four
Great start to the day, I swapped my regular drink for coconut water - OMG! So much energy!
Work was a blast, met more new faces. Really feels like home here.

Day Five
What a start to the day. The normally prompt, and often too early Dash was running late. Waking up in such a panic, I swooped up all my clothes (still in my underwear) and gym bag, ran out through the lobby and onto the street. Not realising the sidewalk was wet as I bolted around the corner, I absolutly came a buster! Oh, boy did I stack it! Sprawled out like a starfish [still in just underwear] across the road, bag, wallet, money, cards etc all spilled out onto the road. As I look up - VROOM, the bus drives around, and PAST me.
Holding back the tears as I gather my gear from the road, I stand up and felt that twinge in my ankle and burning knees. Fan-fucking-tastic! I sprained my ankle and grazed my knees. Hobbling back to the place I was staying I walk past a group of people and see someone throw a packet of cigarettes on the ground - that upset me even further, so I picked up the packet, handed it to him and said "You dropped these". His mate took them from him and threw them BACK ON THE GROUND! I said "Are you fucking serious" - he proceeded to tell me he was "jorkin, dorn worry me, jus avin' a larf" (fucking brittish backpackers - brilliant). I go on a rant about keeping this country clean and respect it. His mate was having none of this and got angry - so I felt that was my queue to go inside.
Once inside the lobby I felt stares of the reception staff. Upon pushing 7 in the elevator, I look in the mirrored walls and see myself bloody, dirty, and in my underpants - at this point I laugh and come up with a plan to get to work.
Shower, clean up and dress - feeling fresh, and organised.
I am outside waiting to a cab - only took afew minutes in this buzzing city! I asked the driver how much it would cost me to get to work - he tells me, I laugh, and we haggle. I cringe as I hand over the most I have, and will ever pay for a cab ride again! In the end I was glad I bussed that bus and caught a taxi. The driver and I had a great chat, AND I got to work on time - with plenty to spare.

Day Six
Check into the doggiest hostel yet. Atleast I can stay for two weeks and not worry. $10 in my pocket until I get paid... I can do this.