I finished my contract at the Australian Tax Office on Friday of last week.
I had found out that one of my employment agencies had a contract for the Australian War Memorial jobs and I told them that I would be willing to go for almost anything that was offered there. I went for an interview last week for an administration/database roll and didn't get offered that one. I was disappointed but to be quite honest, the role didn't sound that interesting but I thought it would be a foot in the door. On Friday (my last day at the Tax Office), I got a phone call from the agency telling me that there was another job going as a curatorial assistant. I nearly fell of my chair because I was so excited. I urged them to put me forward and then I got a phone call back in the afternoon saying I had an interview on Monday. The interview went brilliantly with them telling me 'it will be great to work with you', that afternoon I was rung and told I had the job. I started the next day. It was fantastic. I catalogued maps and sorted through new donations. I am going to love it and who would have thought I would actually use my historial archaeology degree? I'm so excited.
[knee is so much better, thanks everyone. It's probably as good as it can be at the moment - it's had two operations so not sure what 'normal' is. I'm riding my bike to and from work to build up its strength and we will see how it goes].
I left work (a two week contract at the Australian Tax Office) on my lunch break to do a few errands. I had put on my good walking shoes and had set off in the direction of the bank. Almost there and I trip on something (loose paver?) and dislocate my knee. As I haven't dislocated my knee in at least a year, it was very painful and I think I had to put it back in myself (although I can't be sure as it all happened so quickly and my immediate reaction is to put my hand to my knee).
Anyway, I landed in a crumbled heap on the sidewalk. Two people who were waiting at the traffic lights immediately turned around to help me. When the shock had passed, I tried to tell them what had happened and then I started to cry. One of the ladies offered me a tissue or hankerchief and on finding she had none, set off to the supermarket across the road to buy some for me. I almost felt I could stand by the time she had returned with a full box of tissues. I offered to pay but she kindly said "don't be silly". I pulled a tissue out, dried my tears and got them to help me stand up. The other lady then let me use her as a walking aid and took me all the way back to work which was at least 2 blocks away. I thanked her profusely but she kept on assuring me that it was "on her way". On arriving back at work, I called the first aid officer on duty who put ice on, bound it up and helped me back to my desk where I elevated it for the afternoon.
It's feeling a bit better now but I just thank God for my Good Samaritans.
... seems to have gone by since I last posted. I have felt very busy and not busy at the same time. I've been travelling to and from Sydney to help my sister (her husband got back from Afghanistan yesterday!), looking for a job and doing lots of singing.
I am performing the role of 'The Soul' in Hildegard's Ordo Virtutum tonight and Sunday night. It's an interesting sing and very different from what I usually do.
Rehearsals have started for the Handel Choir's charity concert. It will take place on the 9th of August and will raise money for Ghana Health and Education Initiative
Other than that, I have just finished my first semester of my Graduate Diploma of Education. I did really well in one of my courses and not so great in the other. After completing my exam I came to the realisation that I am much more interested in the history aspect than the teaching aspect and so I might change my course to a Graduate Diploma in Museum Studies. Something which will interest me alot but is probably just as practical as my honours degree in archaeology. It's something to think about over the next couple of weeks.
It's my birthday today. Here is the very impressive cake(s) that my sister made for our family dinner last night (with a little creative name editing by me):