Tickets, part 3 Monday, Oct 12 2009

I woke up early and everything this morning just so I could get to uni before 9am so I could use their uncapped Internet and make sure I’d get Vampire Weekend tickets. Bloody hell, I even tried to sleep at 10pm last night just so I wouldn’t be sleep-deprived for today, which backfired because my body decided to rebel and did not let me sleep at all, consequently leaving me operating right now on little more than coffee and scrambled eggs.

I sat here, waited for the clock to count down to 9am, then refreshed my browser like my life depended on it.

It didn’t let me in. I looked a bit closer and noticed the sale date was the 19th. Not today. Monday the 19th.

So what the hell did I just go through all that for? FML, seriously. And I’ll have to do it all again in a week.

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Tickets, part 2 Sunday, Oct 11 2009

I was on Moshtix, going through the purchasing process with some random singer-songwriter from the US, more or less practicing for tomorrow in case I happen to fumble at one point and end up missing out on tickets. (Yes, I know Vampire Weekend are not that popular but bear with me, I really want to go see with them and damned if I’m going to let some dirty hipster with a flippy haircut and a Macbook get tickets over me. Yes, I know the inherent irony in that statement.)

All of a sudden the screen informed me that my transaction was now processing, and for a very long ten seconds I think I nearly shat my pants at the thought of having possibly spent $90 buying tickets for a gig I DID NOT EVEN WANT TO GO TO. Thankfully I had not entered my card details in properly. Thank god.

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Encounter Wednesday, Mar 25 2009

You never get a chance to wear this sort of gear in a humanities-related course, so today I borrowed somebody else’s and proceeded to wear it for an hour in downtown Sydney.

It was very hot! I wonder how people can wear this sort of thing for two hours in a row?

I handed in that resume today as well. I was really surprised; I thought I’d just hand it in, leave, and be called if they were interested.

But instead, the manager came out and started talking to me in Japanese.

In the end, I didn’t get the job because they had no hall staff positions left.

I wonder though; would I have gotten a job if I’d said kitchen staff instead?

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Unnecessary Thursday, Mar 19 2009

During O-Week, I bought a subscription to The Australian, mostly ’cause I needed one for Contemporary China, and I thought The Australian was the only one I could buy.

The very next day I saw ads for Sydney Morning Herald subscriptions up in the uni shop.

Anyway, the way this subscription works is that you get given a card, and everyday you grab a copy of The Australian from the shop and show the card to an attendant as you walk out.

Except no-one is actually paying attention.

So everyday I kind of make a fool of myself waving my card and newspaper in the air as I walk out, hoping that someone will see it.

In actuality, I think you could very much just grab a newspaper and walk out even without the card, and no-one would notice.

I suppose in some respects, uni isn’t so different from high school.

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