So I got a car, no I didn't almost get stopped for speeding, it was Monday and I decided to look for jobs, this was always going to be my plan. I felt tired and I headed to the library and check emails and jobs. I did feel quite off today, not up for ringing people and going places to see people I don't know... but I did it anyway. I toned down the scope of what I got up to though. I needed lunch and hadn't had breakfast so I decided on something... I would search for this elusive spearmint flavoured milkshake... more on the taste later. I went to Woolworths on Hays but there were clean out. So then I had to go for some more walking in the heat and ended up on St Geogre's Terrace, looking in the Woolworths there for this milkshake. I was ready to give up when it wasn't in the snack area but a bit of wit and discipline to keep looking took me to the back of the store where I picked up the last one. Then I got stuck in this queue and when I got to the end of it I swiped the self serve, cash, no receipt... walked out no problem, oh the fun of it all. Anyway then I walked through the heat some more and headed to burger king and cashed on on this voucher for two whoppers. I went back to the cultural centre (library) and started noming. Problem is... I hadn't eaten in so long that it was hard to eat these burgers and muscling through two of them a real challenge... I mean who decided it was a good idea to put mayonnaise into a beef burger? The spearmint was interesting too. We're not talking about normal mint here... I think that would have really worked. But spearmint and milk... those two should not go together. I would have taken a picture of the green of it all but I had not camera on me.
So I went back to the library and searched for jobs on gumtree, while holding my stomach. I found some jobs, especially this tomato picking job but hopefully more on that later. I found this flier distribution job and was thinking this real good. You get paid for how much you do, you get to walk around and the rate was good. But with all things you try first and that seem fine it started heading down hill the moment I answered the phone. I mean I know we shouldn't judge people but sometimes it can save you trouble if you can avoid something before it happens. So the guy on the phone was old... nothing wrong with that you may say but in hindsight the question lies with why was he on the other end, what fliers was he handing out? So he tells me an address and I head off on the bus. I only had a number and a road name so I took the bus and followed the numbers to know when to get off. I started seeing the numbers ascend and thought this was good. It got to 907 and I needed 901 so I got off after Canning bridge. Now I don't know if you've ever been to Canning bridge but there aren't any buildings on it or close near it, we're talking a half mile to a mile in total. Here I was on the other side of it with 907 and started walking back, they were ascending remember, the way the road had come. I walked all the way over the bridge and then got massively lost... or rather I couldn't find any roads numbers. Then finally I found a number in the 400s and my mouth dropped. Feeling that the actual place I was looking for might have been right off the bus stop I headed back, feeling silly. I walked all the way back in the sun and felt very bothered. Guess where the place was? Right next to the bus stop, about ten metres. It turns out that before the bridge the numbers ascend from the city and after they ascend from the coast (Fremantle).
So this place. Unit 1 901 Canning Highway... a shady looking massage bar. I thought... what am I doing? But then I was like I'm looking for a job so this should work out for me... and I entered. Now before you get worried it wasn't a brothel. Not only was it not advertised as any female service like the others do but because a girl answered the door, there were no dark lights or creepy atmosphere and there were no secret rooms and importantly no suspicious noises, although I did feel incredibly out of place, not least because I saw shown to the back by a woman in lingerie... I'm not helping the image here am I? But in the spirit of 'YES' I followed along. And this is where I met Colin. At first I thought the person on the sofa was a sweaty fat bloke who wouldn't surprise me as a pimp but then I discovered that if I actually looked I could see that it was his wife and I calmed down. Basically the job was straight forward. He wanted to advertise but he couldn't head out fliers all on his own, or maybe at all because he was old so he was hiring hands. It seemed fair enough, I mean people hand out fliers all the time and he also said he had a police note saying that he didn't do any illegal sexual things in that place. So I was like sure, why not get the money... the problem arises when he insisted that the fliers are put on car windscreens and not through the door of a house. I think he didn't want the door because it had lingerie girls on it. But as I took the job I knew something was a miss so I took the bus back and the moment I returned I put my phone on charge and started on the internet. It took me a while but I was determined so I kept looking learned some things. Apparently it's not illegal to put fliers under car wipers in the UK, hmm... I found out the rules for new south wales but western australia? I kept looking and then bam I found it... it's considered littering and therefore would incure a $200 on the spot fine. I was also worried about being beaten up by people for messing with their car :I So I couldn't do the job, people in the hostel were like do it anyway, get some money, but I told them why should I risk a fine and break the law when I can just have an honest job? Plus its not illegal to post these through letter boxes so ?_? The next day I headed back to near Canning bridge (Appleby) and handed the fliers back and wanted nothing more than to get out of there because I thought he'd angry but he calmly let me out (it wasn't a mafia run brothel!)
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