Off to work we (don't) go.

Hello everyone from now very sunny Brisbane.
Well, over the course of the last week or so I have managed to achieve a number of ridiculous things. I have got a tan, taught precisely nothing, won another pub quiz and been a head chef.
Things on the teaching front are looking ever more bleak, I have still only had the two days of supply work and there seems to be very little on the horizon. I have been told by my recruitment agency, who seem remarkably unhelpful,that Aussie schools seem to be shying away from employing English teachers as their knowledge of Australian subjects is not up to scratch- slightly insulting and from those people I have talked to, false. The tendency, particulary with term long cover or maternity leave is to employ one of the thousands of semi retired teachers who have moved to Queensland for the year round sun, leaving very little opportunities for younger teachers and migrant teachers in the area. This is very disappointing, although I have two applications in for jobs whihc I would deem good things, so here's hoping!

As teaching has been a sparse working field, we have had to move out of that zone into the wonderful world of catering. I have now officially catered for thousands of rev heads at the gold coast v8 supercars event. Upon application and signing up we were told we'd be manning the ice cream stalls-great times in the hot weather, steal a few maxibon, a delight I thought. Upon getting to the event (after been turned away on our 'first' day due to an almighty cock up), I was sent by myself to a burger van directly next to the main straight. I was then shouted out immediately for not realising that I should be cooking in excess of 400 burgers, chicken and bacon pieces. That was it, I was Gordon Ramsey, the 52 degree heat and 2 foot by 2 foot hot plate were mine, I was king of the kitchen.
It was horrendous.
Worst/Longest/Smelliest/Most hilariously ridiculous day ever!
To be fair, they did pay me, my friends did steal an inordinate amount of money from an ice cream van and I got to watch the races for at least half an hour and topped up the tan in the process but blimey, catering is not my calling. Made me appreciate how much better coping with 35 year 9s on a tuesday afternoon I am though!
This is just a short post as I wanted to recall our lovely day without time diminishing it glorious nature and hopefully, very hopefully, one of us may have a job by the end of the week, but then again, that does seem like a silly notion!
Hope everyone is well and for the love of God, if anyone knows anyone who could sort me out with a job, teaching or otherwise, in or around Brisbane would be my saviour!