everyone should own a hairy nosed wombat

I had my first OT interview yesterday. It was an hour and a half commute consisting of two buses and a tram, and it was in mental health which is not my area of expertise. It went very well though. They seemed pleased with all of my answers and delighted that I’m from the United States. We’ll see. I’m not sure that I would be agreeable to that commute.

The pros and cons of public transportation are as follows:
Pros:
It can be a great social opportunity. If you’re traveling with friends you can chat and catch up, or you can always chat with a stranger.
I get to walk past beautiful rose bushes through a cute neighborhood on my way to the tram every morning.
Your eyes aren’t tied up by the road. Reading a book, text messaging, writing, etc are all fair game.
I don’t have to go through the hassle of parking or pay parking garage fees.

Cons:
The smell. While yes, I do get to pass by those lovely smelling roses on my way to the tram, once I’m actually on the tram most of the time I'm consumed by the horrid smell of body odor. Eh
Sea sickness. The bouncing, the jerking, the backwards riding, and the heat all contribute to a nauseating feeling at the end of the day.
Curfew. It doesn’t matter how much fun you’re having when you’re out and about, when the clock strikes midnight you better be on the tram or you’re outta luck.
Waiting. It takes a very patient person to use daily public transportation. If you take one wrong step you have to wait an extra 20 minutes here or an extra 15 minutes there. I will never take for granted the convenience of having a car again. Scout's honor.

(above is Flinders Street Station - it's in the heart of downtown Melb)

Well off of the public transport subject….everything else has been grand here. The weather’s been wonderful, and I couldn’t have asked for better roommates. (Lauren’s still number 1 though!!) I found out it’s an easy run to a nearby river with an awesome jogging trail. Now I have no excuse not to run every day! All I need now is a job. I kind of feel like a bum. Who else can go spend 3 hours at a museum on a Tuesday afternoon and leisurely walk around the park for a couple more? Seriously. I need purpose. I could have gotten a bartending job at this Irish pub around the corner the other day. I seriously thought about it but opted not to because it was required that I pay 100 bucks to take a course to get certified to serve alcohol (the aussie equivalent to TABC cert). I don’t want to invest money and time into a random job when I’m still interviewing for OT jobs. I’m keeping my fingers and toes crossed that I find something here, but if not I’ll head off to the next city.