3 mois

Walking the streets of Oakleigh South and Clayton South might be fun for some:
dog walkers, garbage fossickers, street hoe's.... But for a census collector it is a royal pain in the fesse.

Now I hate being bothered by telemarketers, indian call centres and door to door researchers as much as the next person, but which part of government"census of population" didn't you quite get people? Its the same people who refuse to fill it in, that flood the talkback radio stations and letters to the editor with whingeing and whining about not enough hospital beds and not enough roads and why isn't the government doing more for me..... Well, you want the government to know you exist? Tell them by filling in you f-ing census form and politely handing it back to me the collector....................

I've had doors slammed on me, heckles, attempted arguments and the odd bit of swearing.
Now getting chased down the road by dogs, navigating my way around rubbish (some people actually live like those hoarders on A Current Affair!) and trying to fing COMPLETELY HIDDEN front doors I can deal with - but don't yall start wit da attitude cos I ain't in to it..

My favourite part is the people who look down on me because they think that its the only job I can get. Little do they know that I work full time and am trying to boost my overseas funds.

On the plus side all that walking is helping me to lose weight...

Speaking of holidays as of today it is officially 93 days or 3 months to the date until I will be sitting on a plane...