Brisbane

How to outstay your welcome…

3rd – 27th October 2017

Where do I start with Brisbane? What a place. The place we thought held all the answers to our job needs. As it turned out we just ended up spending 3 weeks wasting time, energy and most importantly, money. 

“It’s a city, they’ll be loads of jobs” we thought. Everyone had told us we’d find it easy getting a job because we had retail experience but no matter how many resumes we handed out or shop managers we asked to hire us, they just weren’t looking for back packers. 

We all printed out 50 copies of our resumes and handed out all 50 of them all over the city and got nothing back. That’s 150 resumes. 0 replies. 

Websites such as Seek, Indeed and Gumtree are the sites that advertise the most jobs so we would spend our days sat in the bar applying for job after job I couldn’t even tell you how many, only to hear nothing back.

After a while desperation set in and we decided to apply for a job as ‘fundraisers’ for a charity. Yes you’ve guessed it, we applied to be one of those people who stop you when you’re out doing your shopping and don’t want to be stopped. Off to the group interview we went and surprisingly we were all successful. We were told they were only hiring 10 and interviewing 50 so we were pretty chuffed with them odds. It was the boost we needed. 

Next it was up to us to learn the speech we would have to repeat at the training day to prove we were ready for ‘the field’. Cringe as it was, we made it through the day and were told where we would have to go the next day. Thankfully me and Jess were put at the same station and it was only a mile away but Alex’s was a train ride away. With it being our first day we only had to do half a day, me and Jess were in the morning but Alex was in the afternoon. 

Up early and not looking forward to it, Jess and myself set off ready to give it our best shot. We were designated an area and we had to stop as many people as we could and try to get them to sign up. I won’t sugar coat it, I didn’t even get through the first line of my speech. It was horrible, the most soul destroying job I have ever done. Anyone who knows me will tell you, I am a really sociable person and I don’t have issues talking to new people so constantly being rejected and being ignored was really tough. After about 2 hours of trying to get people to stop we got a 15 minute break in which me and Jess rang Alex and told her how it was going. Alex was an absolute star and talked us down and told us not to do it if we didn’t want to and that we could quit. She also told us that she had decided not to go that afternoon and we didn’t blame her one bit.

When the morning was finally over Jess had made the decision that she was going to call it quits. Why I didn’t do the same, I’ll never know but I thought I’d give it one more shot. I lasted one full day and that was it I couldn’t do it any longer. 

With us all once again jobless and out of ideas we decided to contact the people we met in Cairns to see if they could help us out. After calling on a few favours we had word that if we got ourselves to Cairns we had jobs as housekeepers in Nomads where we started our trip. This was the good news we had been waiting for even though it felt like a little step backwards. We were really lucky that Juicy had a relocation offer on a big condo van so it meant we only had to pay $1 a day to get it up to Cairns. Of course there were plenty of hidden charges but it was still cheaper than flying or getting the greyhound. 

This meant our time in Brisbane was over. I have only really moaned about the lack of jobs here but overall we did really like Brisbane as a city it just wasn’t meant to be. We were regulars at musical bingo on a Tuesday night and trivia Wednesdays were always a win (even if we did cheat)! I’ll insert some pictures below of what we got up to:

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Anyway, back up to Cairns we go…

Speak soon,

Hannah x

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