Interstate Car Services
After six months of being unable to travel outside of Victoria, I am finally able to cross state borders again! Now let me preface this blog post by saying my travel restrictions weren’t based on any legal issues, I am an upstanding citizen. The reason I couldn’t travel interstate is because I have a habit of running away instead of facing my problems, so my family had an intervention to say that I needed to stay in the state until I had all my problems sorted out. Well, six months later, my affairs are in order and I’m allowed to go travelling again. I’m going to drive around Australia.
My first stop will be South Australia. I’ve only been to Adelaide a handful of times, and have never had the opportunity to drive around the entirety of the state. I want to go to the vineyards, beaches and explore the state as much as possible before moving on to Western Australia. Given the amount of driving I will be doing not only within the states themselves, but between states, I will make a booking in with a mechanic in Adelaide when I visit. It’s really important that I have my car in working order. I wouldn’t want to be driving the Nullarbor and then all of a sudden my car breaks down. What a nightmare that would be. So yeah, I’m being responsible and going to get my car checked very regularly.
I’ve already booked the mechanic for Adelaide. Seeing as it will be the start of my trip, I’ve just booked in for a regular, run-of-the-mill car service. Adelaide technicians seem very similar to the ones I’m used to in Melbourne, so I have a pretty good expectation of what I’ll be getting from the car service. From my understanding, the service will put me in a good position to drive to Western Australia without fear of a breakdown.
I am so excited to get in my car and drive away, these next few months are going to be epic.
I am responsible for the largest parade in Queensland, Australia. It is a massive task that takes six months to plan, five months to implement and one month to execute across the entire state. We are in the implementation phase, which is where all our planning is put to work to ensure everything runs smoothly. For the past three weeks, I have been spearheading the maintenance and coordination of the car fleets. This is a vital part of the parade, as the VIP’s and dancers travel across the country by car for the entirety of the parade. Across the next four days, over fifty cars will undergo
When my eldest daughter was in grade five, my family and I uprooted our life in Melbourne to move to Canberra for my husband’s new job. Moving four daughters, two dogs and ourselves to another state was a mammoth and at times, sad task, but we did it and have lived in Canberra ever since. When my husband died around eight years ago, we decided to stay in
I’ve worked the same job for the past thirty years. It’s been an absolute slog and I have probably enjoyed about a day’s worth of work in total. To say I hate my job is an understatement. I get absolutely no pleasure from my work and I don’t see the point of the job I do. The only reason I’ve stayed in my job so long is because it’s steady work and I had a family to support. In another life, if I had the option to choose a simpler job that paid less, I would have taken it, but when you had four kids to support you have to do what you don’t want to do.
Meals with the in-laws are always an interesting experience. Note that when I say interesting, what I really mean is exasperating. The food’s great and conversations generally not too shabby, but I always get this background feeling that Dave’s parents out to compete with me.
I wonder what Santa does when he has sleigh troubles. Does he have an on-call sleigh mechanic, ready to magically materialise and dash off repairs at the drop of a hat? Does Santa have a toolbox in the back, and enough nous to have a poke around himself, perhaps with varying degrees of success? Or does he, like the rest of us, simply plop down on the curb with his head in his hands, wishing he’d stayed home with a nice cup of tea and a biscuit?
Imagine this. You live in Prahran, and you’ve got a date with your girlfriend in forty minutes. She lives in Hawthorn, and you know there’s going to be trouble if you’re late. She’s a punctual girl. You learned that the hard way when you got to the cinema at 7:00 for a 7:01 movie, and she’d already been there for an hour. Big mistake. So, you’ve got forty minutes to be there. You could take the tram, which would take half an hour, but the catch is, the next tram is in ten minutes. That’s probably cutting it a bit fine. Alternatively, you could drive, and you’d be there to pick her up in fifteen minutes. You’re going to drive, obviously. Your fate is in your own control, for the most part. The fifteen-minute drive leaves another twenty-five minutes for traffic, and maybe you’ll even get there a little early, and she’ll be even happier. It’s the logical choice.
I was reading some pretty wild forums recently and it’s been theorized that that the core of the Earth is actually ice, rather than lava. I think that theory came from basic logic…because it’s the furthest place from the sun. No warmth gets down there, so it’s gonna be really cold. Just like the centre of the sun is
It seems like the family is hardly ever all here anymore. A handful have drifted away to start their own lives, but for those of us who are still left? It’s been ‘all cylinders firing’, as they say. Assignments from every single state, with rich folks wanting all manner of services and willing to pay fancy airfares to get us there.