Now I've got more into a work routine, there hasn't been that much exciting things to report back on. I saw a rabbit on a guys shoulder walking down Chapel Street. I forced Alice and Amanda to move with me to a hostel which is above 'College Lawn Hotel' pub, and which doesn't feel like a hostel but more like what it is; living above a pub. The kitchen is quite a grotty student accommodation type kitchen, so it's probably quite good motivation to get our arses in gear and find a house, but it is in a good location for everyone since its round the corner from Cafe Sienna and the Greek lady Alice is looking after, and a bus journey away from Amanda's cafe where she has had a trial, and been asked back.

Alice had a look round a place off Chapel Street, but the landlord seemed a bit of an a******* and the shower was sellotaped on. We all looked round a place in Caulfield, which would have been good if it had been in a better location for me and Amanda to get to and from work, and if one of the guys living there didn't have a dog. Tonight Alice and Amanda had a look round a really nice place that Amanda really wants but is probably too expensive for me and Alice to save much money ($160 a week).

It was very bizarre on Monday as I saw a lady handing out envelopes which was presumably everyone's wages, but I didn't get handed one. I hadn't actually been told how much I'd be getting paid officially, but heard from the girl Jess, and so after Lucy (the overall manager) had sat me down and told me it was $15 an hour, and after a 2 month probation period I would get reviewed as to see if I deserved more, magically pay day became Monday instead of Wednesday which I had been told.

I had been feeling a bit put out that I had got several rejection emails from McDonalds, KFC, etc but one McDonalds store gave me an interview which has got me all excited again, although someone told me they wouldn't pay that much more than Sienna. Ideally I would get full time daytime hours there, and reduce my shifts at Sienna to maybe 3 or 4 evenings a week.

It was very windy the other night at work- it felt like a cyclone was on the horizon! Bits of grit scratched me in the face and knocked off a bottle of wine from the table, and we had to hold down the covers whilst Michael, the manager, wound them up.