Monday 19th March (Day 18)
Recently I
have seen a lot of street fundraisers working the streets of Sydney. They approach you like they are your best
friend but you don’t know them. I
usually don’t know how to react because when I am walking around I am often
daydreaming, which is probably why I end up getting lost so often. And to be approached by these friendly
strangers interrupts my daydreaming.
Naturally if they have their hand out I will shake it because it is rude
not to. One guy last week came up to me
with his arms out wide like he wanted to give me a big hug, this was a very odd
way of being woken up from my walking slumber.
Anyway I have
been talking about street fundraisers because I was walking to the bank today
to pay my rent when I was approached by a street fundraiser. Usually the conversation ends quickly when
they find out I have no job and not much money, but today after a brief
conversation and when she found out I was unemployed she suggested I consider trying
out street fundraising as a job.
I was quite
surprised she even said that to me. When
I am walking and daydreaming I apparently look rather grumpy. Her opening line to start the conversation
with me was “are you not having a good day are you?” Well I was just on my way to spend a fair
about of my precious Australian money so I could stay in my dirty cockroach
invested sweat box for another 2 weeks.
There are other things I’d rather spend my decreasing amount of money on
than rent.
We had a
brief discussion about working as a fundraiser, I asked her questions about the
job like what are the good points and what are the rudest things people have
said to her. She said that she had been
called a prostitute by a tramp and had her arse grabbed by some shady business
men. She also said that some guy was
walking past her and was so busy checking her out that he walked into a tree.
At the end of
the conversation she gave me the website address and told me to check it
out. I wasn’t really going to but during
the walk I couldn’t stop thinking about it, the idea of me doing street
fundraising. Like it is something I
could never imagine myself doing. I
don’t really like talking to people; I hate the sound of my own voice. Especially now I have been told I sound like Harry
Potter that specky twat on a broom.
I am quite
vocal when I am with people I know but never to strangers.
This job, it
just isn’t me. But getting onto a plane
and flying 10,000 miles isn’t me either.
So I thought “fuck it, this is the last type of job I could see myself
doing so let’s do it”.
Australia has
so far been about pushing the boat out, doing stuff I normally wouldn’t do and
being bold. What better way of doing
this than getting a job as a street fund raiser? I filled out the online application and
within minutes I received a phone call inviting me to an interview
tomorrow. If only every job I applied
for had such a fast response. They must
be keen.
My interview
is tomorrow at 4:30 and I still think I am mad for even applying.
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