Wired out of my mind from my sixth coffee, the phone interview takes place in the middle of a field (the only place I could get cell reception) and is perhaps the worst interview I have ever had. Nevertheless, I got the job. I hate to imagine how bad the other interviewees were.We finally make it back to Sydney at about 9 am, pass out for a bit, then make plans for the evening.
Jake and his study abroad group are attending a ballet at the Sydney Opera House, and, despite it being a ballet, I want in. We devise some scheme were we say Jake’s friend couldn’t make it so he gave me his ticket. It isn’t very well thought out, but they buy it and I get to see the inside of the Opera House for free.It really is quite a site to see. When you’re inside, you get the idea that while designing it, they knew this would become the defining structure of Australia. The ballet, Madame Butterfly, isn’t half bad. Nevertheless me, Jake, and Kyle all get caught drooling on ourselves a bit in the middle.
Afterwards, dressed all fancy and raring for a good last night in Sydney, we hit up a famous all-night joint called Pancakes on the Rocks (sort of like a glorified Denny’s), then, obviously, head to the casino.
It doesn’t take long for us all to decide the casino was a bad idea.
Finally, exhausted from the week behind us, we hail a cab, head home, and pass out. I leave back to Auckland tomorrow, and I can’t say I’m too excited to get back to the rain, semi-attractive women, and expensive wine. Australia is an amazing country, if I did it all over again I think I would have probably travelled with Joe for the two months in New Zealand, then headed across the ocean to spend my study time in Sydney.
Nevertheless, Auckland is a great home and I’m sure the final month and a half will fly by with the great friends I have made.
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