So, in about three hours I find out if my employee here in Brisbane is going to quit on me or not.
I won’t give anything away as to which way I’m hoping this goes, but I think her panic attack last week and fear of trying to communicate with me (oy) bodes well for one direction over the other.
Whatever.
So, this apartment I’ve rented a couple neighborhoods away is sitting as an empty box at $475/wk until I can get my shit through customs. That can’t happen a moment too soon, as I’ve been living off (what is marketed as) a 3G air card since January. Can’t download, get throttled near the end of my billing cycle, and can barely use the damn thing at all from about 5p-7p.
That’s alright, as you’re all sleeping then anyway.
In my apartment there’s a tv bench built into the wall (or, built off of the wall) which has some shelving, presumably for components, underneath. This would be fine, except that the craftsman who designed this thing didn’t leave any open space behind the bench to string cords. So, I’m either going to have a bunch of components sitting on top of the tv bench with my tv in an already tight space, or I’m spending a few hundred on some sort of wireless hd solution. I’m expecting the first few months I’ll just stack the components and handle it that way. Who cares if it’s ugly? Cable tv!
By the way, I get six real channels here, with one of those essentially a public access channel. Well, I say “essentially,” as it has roughly the worst and most amateur production you’ve ever seen. Guitar Gods is the only show worth staying with when grazing, and even that gets insufferable when they inject local shredders in between Zeppelin videos. My seventh channel is a silent security cam feed of my front door. Yes, I’ve watched that for more than twenty straight minutes. Beats netball.
So, cable and Internet get hooked up on the 15th, and current projections have my stuff available for delivery on the 20th. Fingers crossed, as I only have the 21st available personally that week to take delivery (Jabiru for training sessions all week leading up), and I’m desperate to have my couch, bed, and mixer for my five-day Easter/Anzac weekend. If I have to stay in a hotel all weekend (my temp apt lease will be up), I’m going to be miserable.
It’s not too wrong that all I want to do with my holiday is sit on my couch with my feet on my coffee table watching my choice of more than seven channels in hd while waiting for my baguettes to proof, right?
