Free Food Shelf

One of the most glorious things about a hostel is the fact that it has a free food shelf. Let me explain this a little - when people leave and couldn't be bothered to take their food with them, it materialises in said place. Items that have appeared in the past week include:

1) baked beans in barbeque sauce
2) a half finished wine box
3) Woolworths own brand (value) gravy
4) a suspicious looking gas device
5) someone's teatowel

i.e - nothing that anyone would ever actually want to take advantage of. But the spirit of egalitarianism lives on.

Job hunting proves to be a pain in the proverbial hole but (fingers loosely crossed) it looks like I might be becoming a Flight Centre travel agent. It sounded like a good idea when I applied but as the interview stages have racked up (online application, telephone interview, panel interview) I have realised that it closely resembles a REAL JOB. Which essentially I should be running screaming from. I have an English degree after all, and the skills entailed in that can be successfully applied to being a bum so why try harder?

We are staying at a serious party hostel which is equal parts fun / energy sucking. The weird people continue to appear in various guises such as the resident stud that insists on wearing tank tops and surprisingly, the women don't mind, angry letter-under-the-door-at-four-am-in-the-morning, French men with skimpy Y-fronts that ride up whilst descending from the top bunk and the necessity of wearing flip-flops in the shower. Bleurgh indeed.