Through the Eyes of a Wombat

The job search is going rather well, after a slight hiccup before I'd even started.
Once I had a new ink cartridge and some fresh resumes, off I set to trawl the shops in Sale to convince someone to give me money. All day spent wearing the tread off my shoes, I get home exhausted, to a phone call from the electoral commission.
I get to count your votes! After Australia decides to either watch John Howard's eyebrows grow another three years, or finds out what interesting caricature can be made of Mark Latham (who sent me a letter today), I become part of the team that finds out which way the great unwashed have voted. Yay!

One day this week too I will go somewhere where I can use high speed internet, and upload all the rest of the photos I have been needing to for ages. Photos from Tiea and Evan's wedding, from Cincinnati, from inside various airports and aeroplanes across America (including the eskys and lunch boxes American Airlines use instead of in flight meal service these days).

I got a job! Yay!