I received a text this morning from a girl at work asking if she could work tonight's shift for me, if I did hers tomorrow, so a night off came earlier than I thought it would.

I spent the morning preparing for my Macca's interview (I'm probably the only person that bothers to do so, so hopefully the extra effort pays off!) and then went to have a look round a house in St Kilda. The guy showing me around owned a company that rents out to backpackers so it sounded quite a good place to look; the room had 4 beds in and if we wanted to just have the 3 of us in there, it would have been $160 going up to 170 a week, and if we wanted to get a 4th person in, it would be 160 and then 140 once we'd found someone. When I expressed concern that 160 would be too expensive, he said I seemed like I'd be a good housemate and so he would let us have it for 140 whether or not he could find someone or not. However, it didn't seem to be in any better of a location than the one we looked at which we could have got for 110 a week.

Alice had an interview at another care agency, who offered her the job, but she has to do training from 9.30 tomorrow, which might be a bit of a struggle since she has to get there from a care job for the first agency from 7.30 until 8.30. This one seems a lot more professional, and it seems like this one will be able to offer her a lot more hours.

Amanda was kept at work until 5 because it was so busy, but when she came back we all went to Woolworths, and celebrated her year anniversary from leaving Sweden with a chocolate log. Because they both had early starts, I didn't want to force them to the pub for my rare night off so we just revised fire safety brochures and identified fire hazards in the heater (Alice), researched house shares (me) and I'm not sure what (Amanda) until going to bed. What riveting lives we lead!