I got a job as a Ski Lift Operator at a huge ski resort in Queenstown! Huzzah!
(For anyone who was interested in the application process; I applied in early April ish, sent applications to about 7 different places, 2 of which said flat out no, 2 offered me an interview and I didn't hear from the rest. The first interview was for a road attendant at a place on the north island which I couldn't get to and the second one was in Queenstown which I had to take a two day coach trip for a half day interview process. Got it though, so very very relieved and super stoked for the season.)
Last July, I set out on a journey which was intended to be a year of travelling around Australia, possibly with another year added on. Still in Australia. So when I was packing, hot and sunny was what I had in mind.
Now that plans have changed I find the majority of my clothes to be somewhat fucking useless.
I own: 2 pairs of jeans; 1 pair of skinny jeans (probably can be classed as jeggings, actually. ugh, I don't know who I am any more); about 8 singlets, 2 shirts, 2 UCS hoodies (still representin', yo), 3 shorts, bikini, 1 wooly jumper, some pajamas. I'm pretty sure I can probably wear 90% of my clothes and still have BARE ARMS.
So with any luck our final paycheck from the door knocking job will come through on the 9th and provide me with a means to buy myself some goddamn layers; (and on that note, friends, never sign a contract that allows your employer to withhold pay for 90 after your final day of work, especially if it a commission based job and the pay system is sketchy as fuck.) So if anyone wants to get me an early birthday present in the form of snow boots, thermal layers or ski goggles, they'll be gratefully received...
But enough of the moaning, I'm so bloody excited! Snow! Woo!
