Those of you who read my blog regularly will have noticed a recurring theme running through my semi-regular rants. At least every second entry (I think) I make some passing comment about being discontent with my situation, geographically speaking that is. If you're in Adelaide reading this, don't take it personally. It's not you're fault you live in a city that I can't stand, and I don't hold it against you. Be that as it may, I think it's fair to say that I have made no secret of the fact that I don't really like being stranded here. My original intention was to simply find work, gather some funds together and get out again as soon as possible. However the finding work part hasn't proved as simple as I would have liked. With that in mind, some of you by now have received covert messages from me hinting that I'm looking for work in Darwin. The time has come to go public with it. I'm over being patient and waiting it out here. I'm busting out!
And now for the unexpected plot twist. I've applied for a job in Sydney. A NSW company is employing linguists to work on language related issues for software designers. If I get it, I'll be working on transcription techniques for improving the interface between computers and people who speak languages which don't use our Roman alphabet. Basically, it's as if the job was custom designed for me, except they put it in Sydney instead of Darwin by accident. I have a phone interview lined up for Tuesday morning, so if you were planning on surprising me with a job offer in Darwin, you have about four days to do it. Otherwise…
Far from home
Garry with 2 Rs