Wasting it, apparently.
Once upon a time, i wanted to go to uni, but ended up going into
advertising, and wrote (inappropriate) copy for an oldies radio
station. A lot of my work was rated as good, but not what the
blue-rinse set which made up the audience would respond well to.
There were no jobs available with the rock'n'rolling, trendy
stations at the time.
Once upon a time, i went to a six week acting course (i do not
remember why), and ended up turning that into a two year course. I
did not pursue acting as times are tough for young actors who are
not pretty, so i got a job instead at the casino, dealing cards,
taking thousands of dollars from demanding rich people and drug
Once upon a time i decided to quit my job and go to England, but
ended going to Uni instead. Without a clear direction, i merely
enjoyed learning things, and made lots of new friends, allies and
Once i decided to go to uni, but got sick of being broke, and found
a fun job, which i was very good at instead. That turned into
another job, because i say "yes" (too often) when people say "do
you want to come do this thing?".
Once upon a time i was a BNG, a minor celebrity in a small special
interest community, and led revolution and war to the very doorstop
of the gods. Years involved in Young Labor had taught me the skills
of intrigue, alliance, and bloodletting.
Once upon a time, i made short films for audiences around the world
and our friends, with a great crew of people creative and
energetic, professional and unprofessional, however, we were
pre-youtube and struggled to get seen.
Once upon a time, i built a cricket club, albeit a much better
off-field club than on-field. Talent and skill was never a
requisite for a player, nor gender much to the horror of the
typically highly conservative cricket traditionalists who
controlled the competition. Recently, i found out how well regarded
and how treasured the memories of time spent as a member of the
club has come to mean for some.
Once upon a time, i got sick of it all, quit my job, packed my bags
and went to England. The closest i made it was New York. I spent
most of it in Dallas, although there were many exciting and
perilous adventures around the country.
Once upon a time i was a bouncer at a bar. Then i was a bouncer at
a lot of bars, criss-crossing the street on different days. Then i
was head of security. Then i was a barback. Then i was a bartender.
Then i was a bartender at a number of venues, crossing the road on
different days. Then i was senior bartender. Then i was a manager.
Then i was manager of two bars. Then a manager of a bar, while
bartending another place.
Once upon a time, when the shine had gone off the rockstar
bartender lifestyles, i decided that Miami was the place to be, and
i packed my shit and left too much behind, and attempted to Burn
Notice my way through life.
Once upon a time, I came home, and things had changed. Things also
had not. I had, and also had not. So i got the nearest job, was
denied some others, got another. Then another. All the while trying
to draw together the strings of the puppet i was previously.
So once upon a time, i finally updated my profile ...
******** where's my strikethrough tags?
I am playing bartender
in America instead of
but from an objective view i look at it this way - i maintain a
job, as well as own my own business, provide employment for
americans, work with a charitable organisation, and pay my bills on
time, even though *i* am the alien here. So perhaps i am not doing
At some point i will get out of this place and back on the road.
England and Europe await, as does the Carribean (and is dangerously
close and tempting, and South America is just a short boat ride
away from there.....), and eventually, i am pretty sure i will need
to go home. If only to apologise for being away for seven years.