Give 'em fake visas
December 21st 2007 01:57
On the bus to Bondi recently, a woman with a French accent caught my eye. And I'm sure I wasn't the only male in this situation.
She was asking the bus driver if he knew where Currie St is. He hadn't heard of it, nor I. Having decided to step forward and ask her if she was sure it was called Currie St, she spelt it out for me.
"C-U-R-L-E-W-I-S. Currie St."
Ahhh, you mean Curlewis St. I know where that is.
As we sit on the bus, she tells me about the Immigration Department deeming her previous work inappropriate for her working visa. The work being with a Recruitment firm specialising in education. I supposed that was because the Government wants such worthy positions for actual citizens. I get the feeling they wouldn't have minded seeing her working in their local brothel.
I have a Polish friend who, due to factors beyond her control, is very determined to become an Australian citizen. When I asked her why she is studying accounting instead of English, she said it was for the visa points. I studied accounting a few years ago, and became very frustrated when I found myself unable to get any work in the area. The competition was fierce.
Why?
I at first assumed that there wasn't enough of an initiative to provide workplaces with environments in which to train new staff, and hence they outsourced their accountants from the more densely populated regions of Asia. I now see that another unknown threat is encouraging overseas students to study accounting, get work in the area, and become citizens.
That's a better reason to be an accountant than mine (ie furnish ye ol' bank account).
Back to the nice Frenchwoman, I am still wondering why her previous work was inappropriate.
She said she was applying for work in a cafe inside a Karash. I soon figured she meant the car wash cafe. These guys are notorious for underpaying and overworking their staff, and it isn't hard to tell its a pretty shocking place to work - I doubt any Australian citizens work there.
This woman had class, style and that type of European sensuality about her that I wouldn't mind seeing more often. And working at the car wash cafe? I find such a thing .... pervertedly depressing....
So I left her at Curlewis St, without a name or pickup line in which to pull out of my magic bag of tricks. All the best, nice young Frenchwoman.
She was asking the bus driver if he knew where Currie St is. He hadn't heard of it, nor I. Having decided to step forward and ask her if she was sure it was called Currie St, she spelt it out for me.
"C-U-R-L-E-W-I-S. Currie St."
Ahhh, you mean Curlewis St. I know where that is.
As we sit on the bus, she tells me about the Immigration Department deeming her previous work inappropriate for her working visa. The work being with a Recruitment firm specialising in education. I supposed that was because the Government wants such worthy positions for actual citizens. I get the feeling they wouldn't have minded seeing her working in their local brothel.
I have a Polish friend who, due to factors beyond her control, is very determined to become an Australian citizen. When I asked her why she is studying accounting instead of English, she said it was for the visa points. I studied accounting a few years ago, and became very frustrated when I found myself unable to get any work in the area. The competition was fierce.
Why?
I at first assumed that there wasn't enough of an initiative to provide workplaces with environments in which to train new staff, and hence they outsourced their accountants from the more densely populated regions of Asia. I now see that another unknown threat is encouraging overseas students to study accounting, get work in the area, and become citizens.
That's a better reason to be an accountant than mine (ie furnish ye ol' bank account).
Back to the nice Frenchwoman, I am still wondering why her previous work was inappropriate.
She said she was applying for work in a cafe inside a Karash. I soon figured she meant the car wash cafe. These guys are notorious for underpaying and overworking their staff, and it isn't hard to tell its a pretty shocking place to work - I doubt any Australian citizens work there.
This woman had class, style and that type of European sensuality about her that I wouldn't mind seeing more often. And working at the car wash cafe? I find such a thing .... pervertedly depressing....
So I left her at Curlewis St, without a name or pickup line in which to pull out of my magic bag of tricks. All the best, nice young Frenchwoman.
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I did kind of kick myself after realising I hadn't even asked her if she had plans for NYE.
Brain definitely elsewhere right now. I was asked by my sister what I wanted for Christmas yesterday... I didn't have a clue!
Sheeezus!
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Thanks for passing by, Julia. Hope to see you more often.
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