Violent Changes

Gawd, what a crazy couple days.

I’ve started this new job, and it’s going to be hectic. Whereas before, I was huddled over my computer screen, killing time between smoke breaks, now I’m run off my feet and on the phone to all corners of the state.

It’s good to feel useful again.

I wasn’t exactly tops at my last job, and I couldn’t really get enthused about the work. Funnily enough, I was in the business of publishing materials that taught English as a second language… and funnily enough, I want to go to Japan to do just that.

But before I left the last job, I was on the phone to some people from overseas. I just love some of the stereotypes that Australians have as a result of a certain hot headed, knuckle-dragging celebrity.

“Don’t get into any fist-fights…” the guy from our London warehouse told me in departure.

“You’re going to telecommunications, eh? Don’t throw any phones at people!” Another said, the smirk on his face obvious in his voice.

Yeah, thanks Russ.

I’ve also heard a couple quips from some British people on television. If they’re not thinking Australians are a bunch of sheep lovers, they think that we’re violent. All because of an “Australian” who goes about throwing punches at most passer-bys.

For those who don’t know, Russell Crowe is actually from New Zealand.

Of course, I have to let you know my response to these smart-arses who decided to take-the-piss out of me right before I moved onto my new job.

I talked very softly into the phone, so it appeared as though the line was bad. After they said something about the line being bad, I slammed my phone receiver on the table. Repeatedly.

I’m sure their ears are still ringing.

Australians are violent indeed… Pfft…

Oh, X… you guys will win the Ashes.