Arriving in Perth

Ok, I have to cheat a little bit cos for all the smart people out there, I've already gotten back from Perth and each time I post something up, it'll reflect that. But I'm gonna try and do this chronologically because during my time in Perth, I kept having thoughts running through my head describing my time here. Yeah, I know, there is a little nerd inside of me. Damn, it was awful having no computer readily available for me.

Anyway, my lead up into Perth was awful. Working for the 'Big Evil' you would think that they would have admin issues under control but it was pretty obvious that I work alongside complete idiots. I was meant to leave Melbourne for Perth on Easter Monday and by the day before Good Friday I still hadn't received any information about my flight or accommodation. Whatever.

I was so pissed off that I had to chase up such stupid admin issues and I was more pissed off that they spelt my surname incorrectly on my booking!!! For those who went to high school with me, they will realise that I'm completely insulted to have an association with such a misspelled name.

Despite that unnecessary headache, I touched down into Perth at about 11pm and reached my place of residence for the next 4.5 weeks.

I don't think that I have overly high standards but this place was absolutely disgusting. First of all, when the taxi driver dropped me off, I thought he went to the wrong place. From what other work colleagues told me, I was expecting a serviced apartment like Quest, Medina etc. But instead, I had arrived at what resembled a cheap hotel/motel where you take a cheap prostitute. You know, where the doors open up onto an open balcony. Despite that, I thought to myself that I shouldn't judge a book by it's cover and continued to check in.

Now, this place did not have a reception desk available now that it was nearly midnight. Which hmmmm ok, it's cool, it's cool, I can handle that. I read the instructions left on the reception door, advising me to go to the apartment of the "Caretaker" to collect my key. Now, alarm bells should've rung a bit when I saw the word Caretaker. I knocked on the door of his apartment and heard a toilet flush - never a good sign.

I was greeted by a rather dishevelled (let's not be judgmental here) gentleman in stubbies and a white (stained?) wife-beater. I felt welcome right at that instant!!! NOT. I wonder if he saw me take a step back when he opened the door? hahaha

He managed to fumble around through a Tupperware lunchbox and hand me my key. I asked him a few queries about public transport by which he had no clue but kindly gave me a map of Perth. By then, I was still keeping my cool and proceeded to find my apartment.

I still gotta work out how to upload fotos here and I'll show everyone my horrible apartment which pushed me to the psychotic edge. It's quite funny now but I went through all sorts of crazy emotions within a time span of 10 minutes after seeing where I was supposed to 'live' for the next 4.5 weeks.