thanks universe

December??

Um... What?? What is this madness? Where did the months go? How is it christmas time already? WHERE IS THE SNOW!? ....

I tell you friends, it is a strange and wonderful season unfolding over here on the other side of the equator. Strange, and yet not quite as different as one might expect. Besides the lack of snow, there really isn't anything shaping up to be too different from north-american like christmas spectacles. Well, at least from a retail perspective anyways .... just a couple minutes walking around the ginormous Westfield Mall in Bondi, and you will forget that it is infact sunny outside, and not at all frightful as the song over the loudspeakers may tell you. Christmas carols like Let It Snow and White Christmas still blast freely through every brightly-lit hallway, and, there is fake snow EVERYWHERE. Not sprinkling from the ceiling or anything, but every second window and every little plastic santa-scene is covered in fake white fluff, or paint, or styrofoam. Apparently australian shopping malls refuse to acknowledge the fact that their one-horse open sleighs should be dashing through sand and not snow.

And why you ask have I become so well-versed in the decor of australian retail? Well kids, it's all thanks to my fantastic new job at JayJays in Westfield at Bondi Junction...

Imagine, if you can, a waaaaay better version of Stitches, and that is JayJays. Throw in a whole bunch of ridiculous random accessories (zebra suspenders, rainbow ties, and rhinestone grills, to name just a few...) and a whole bunch of cool people with cool accents, and you have my new place of employment! As much as I try and escape it, I can't help but continue to think that everything happens for a reason. And, as pissed off as I was at the roadblock in the last job situation, I should really thank them for kicking me out of their tiny shop and untangling me from their web of snooty expensive clothes, propelling me into a job that I actually love. Don't ask me why I would rather spend my well-paid hours dancing around a bright store to 5ive wearing an Invader Zim backpack and a fake tattoo sleeve ... but it's probably the same reason I still laugh everytime we pass the restaraunt "Balzac" (hehehehehehehehe). I guess the 12-year old kid in me just isn't ready to let go quite yet.

Now if you'll excuse me I am going to devour the delicious grilled cheese sandwich made by my wonderful boyfriend and watch An Education, our 14th-ish movie rental of the week.