Monday, August 4, 2008

A SIGHTING!

Well, I didn’t think I would have all that much to tell from my Sunday evening car ride. I was wrong – I came up with some good stuff for you guys!
I figured out the best way to get from my flat to the car hire, and headed over. I got on the bus, got off at my stop, and started the walk. I thought about grabbing a taxi, but I needed to stop at an ATM, so I figured I would hail a cab once I got some cash. Of course, it took me a while to find an ATM on my side of the road. By the time I found one, I was about 4-5 blocks away from the car hire, and I didn’t see any taxis around. So I kept trudging along.
I have to say – my bag was freaking heavy. I had a week’s worth of work clothes, cold weather clothes, and my backpack with my laptop and all the accessories. Actually, I spent half the trip wondering what in the world I had packed. On a side note, those of you who know me and my fashion sense well will appreciate this next comment: When I got to Canberra and unpacked, I figured out that I had only packed one pair of dress shoes – black. My suits for the week are black, navy blue, and brown. So it is going to drive me freaking nuts to wear black shoes with my blue suit. Those of you who understand can laugh as you think of me and my outfits this week.
But I digress… By the time I found the ATM, I was really regretting my decision to walk and not get a cab. Yes, I will be the first to admit I was being stubborn, as I didn’t think it was that far away. Wrong. By the time I got to the car hire, the back of my shirt was completely drenched in sweat and my legs were killing me (since I was dumb enough to run 6 miles the day before). But I got the car, and had a little time to sit down and wait for the girl who was riding down to Canberra with me.
The drive down to Canberra was fine. Sally, I have to tell you - we ended up having to make some random turns to get to the motorway, and we got off in Kings Cross where your work put us up the last time we were in Sydney. And yes, they still have the "art" in the front of the building - the "Roo Poo On A Stick!" (If Sally will find a picture of it, I will post it on this site for everyone. It really looks gross, although I am not sure what it is supposed to be.)
3.5 hours, but we found plenty to talk about. The girl I am down here with is originally from Indonesia, but she left there to go study and work in the US. She actually worked in our Phoenix office until she had a problem with her visa. So she transferred here to the Sydney office, and is trying to decide if she wants to stay or go back to Phoenix. The cool thing is that she was asking a ton of questions that I have been asking. Like how am I working around some of the differences in audit approaches, differences in the office, differences in social life here. Food is different, the office mentality is different. And the best comment of the night? We were talking about the difference in food, and she suddenly said, “What is it with people here at the Subways? It’s not ever that good at home.” Then at the same time we said, “And it’s even worse here!” HILARIOUS! I told her that I was going to make a million bucks by bringing a real deli here. She was all over that idea!
So as we were driving and chatting about the differences, we started trying to figure out where to stop for dinner. That’s when I figured out yet another difference – there are no signs along the motorway to let you know what stops are coming up (restaurants, gas, etc.). We passed several fast food restaurants because we did not see them until after we passed the exits. I finally spotted a dark sign that said a McDonald’s was ahead, so we stopped there. It was only fast food options, and that one was the first I saw. If course, there was a Subway there, too, and we both laughed as we “debated” which fast food restaurant to go to.
So the stop at McDonald’s was pretty interesting. Fast food my butt! It took us an hour there. We waited in this incredibly long line, and finally got our food and sat down for 15 minutes to eat. The guy behind me kept yelling “I thought this was fast food!” He was pretty funny. But I felt really bad for the girls working the registers. This couple in front of me were kind of jerks. First, the guy kept trying to jump in front of people in line. When they finally got to the register, they were ordering for about 5 people, so they had a big order. The guy pulled out his credit card to pay, and the girl pointed to the BIG sign on the front of her register that said she could not take cards. So the guy continued to be a jerk, and the girl very nicely reversed the entire order, then moved to the register next to her (the girl there had gone to fill an order) where she re-rang the entire order up and let them pay with a credit card there. (Only 1 register took cards.) By the time they left and she took my order, her eyes were huge, and she looked like she was going to explode. I said, “Man, you guys are having a tough night tonight! Hopefully it will slow down for you soon!” She smiled and said, “Thanks. I’m really sorry about your wait. What can I get for you?” People who go off on hourly workers who are just doing their job really piss me off sometimes.
So we got to Canberra (actually, we are in a small town 15 minutes outside of the city), and had to drive down some smaller roads to get to the hotel. It was kind of like winding through some of the country roads in NC. And here is where I come to the highlight of the night, and the story I couldn’t want to tell you all! The road we were on had houses along the side of the road, with big yards. (You really couldn’t see the houses too well, as it was dark.) So, being used to these little roads in NC, I got a little nervous about having something like a deer run out in front of my car. Especially since there were signs on the motorway leading into Canberra that warned of some animal in the area that I think might have been a wombat.
Anwyay. So I was driving along, and I really thought I saw a deer on the road side. You know the little flash of light when the headlight catches a deer’s eye?
So I slow down and look, and there were a couple Australian deer, along the side of the road, grazing in the grass. What is an Australian deer, you ask? No, it is not a springbok, and no, it is not an elk. The Australian equivalent of a deer on the side of the road is best described as follows: Kind of big, furry, sits on its hind legs, grazes in the grass, has a pouch… That’s right – there were freaking kangaroos! Along the side of the road! Eating grass in a field! I yelled, “Look! Kangaroos!” and we both stared as we passed by. Then, another kilometer or so down the road, there were a couple more sitting there, eating grass!
It was freaking weird to see. And no, Shawn, I did not try to “bump” into one so that I could bring it home to you. They were huge – I would have to buy him a ticket on the plane! I almost pulled out my camera, but it was too dark, and I knew I would not get a good picture of them. Plus they were on the other side of the car, so it would have been tough to take the picture. Although if I see them any other night this week, I have my camera with me, so I’ll try my best to take a picture for everyone!
So we finally got to the hotel. Which is actually a MOtel. If you don’t know the difference, here’s what my room is like: Exterior doors, a super soft bed that is knee-high off the floor, and a heater that only works in one part of the room – directly over the bed. If you walk away from the bed, you freeze. Now, don’t get me wrong. It’s not terrible here. In fact, the bathroom here is bigger than the one at my flat. And the rest of the room is probably the same size as my living room and bedroom. The only thing missing is the full-sized fridge and stovetop. But I have a tiny kitchenette to make up for it. And the motel room has a lot more drawer space!
The main reason I call it a motel? Because when we drove up, there were four cops at the front door. Good sign, right? I actually think that they were two different sets of partners just switching duty for the night, but not really something you want to drive in on, right? But we got to the room, I managed to figure out how to get the heater to work after 20 minutes, and I gradually warmed up some. Some. I have never had a bed that was so cold that the outside blanket was warmer than the sheets on the inside! Well, until now. I had to debate whether it was colder for me to get in bed or stand and wait for the sheets to warm up.
I slept fine, and got to the client on time this morning. The people there are really nice. The controller here actually worked on the West Coast of the US for a little while, and was one of our clients back in the States. He keeps slipping in comments, though, about how big a pain we auditors are, and telling horror stories about his past experiences with US auditors. (He also figured out that I was the one who had done an earlier review of his financial statements and kept giving him changes to make. Luckily he’s not holding that one against me!) Then he makes jokes about how tough we are but that somehow he still recommended hiring our firm when his current employer needed an auditor. So I know he likes us, which means I can just give it back to him. What else would you expect?
But the day went pretty well. The weather was a little warmer when we went to lunch. We actually sat outside, although it was still a little chilly. It was cold again tonight, though. Housekeeping had completely shut off the heat in my room, so I turned it on, quickly changed, and ran out the door for dinner. I swear I could almost see my breath in there! We found an Irish pub, so I ordered meat pie (actually, Beef & Guinness pie) and beer. SWEET! On the way in, there were four guys sitting at this table outside. One guy kept giving us these goofy looks. (I really thought he was having some sort of convulsion at first.) Then I figured out he was trying his best to flirt and pick one of us up. (I’m guessing me because he then spoke to me.) He wanted to buy us a beer and was already drunk as hell. The girl I’m working with got a little nervous, I think. But I told him to come find us later when they came inside. His buddy said he’d vouch for the guy and said, “He’s cute, right?” Then the guy started making these really cheesy faces again, so I laughed and said, “Yeah, right!” (It was really bad.) We walked inside, and the girl I’m here with looked at me funny. I said, “Oh, don’t worry about them. They’re drunk, and I am sure they have already forgotten they wanted to buy us a beer. Don’t worry about it – we’ll go sit in the back.” It was pretty funny to see her worried about it, though! Not quite as funny as the “cute” faces the guy was trying to make, but I’m not sure anything can beat those. I should have taken a picture, right? I know, I know. Next time…

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

If you really want square pizza, it's every Mon. You can have cheese or pepperoni. You think school lunches were bad then, now it's a lot of "mystery meat".The food has really gotton bad. The only good thing is Eastern BBQ every other Thurs.Sometimes there is slaw.Don't know who makes the menu or orders the food,but slaw and BBQ are like PB&J. You are welcome to come back to your old elementary school.