How I Became a Zombie


I know I haven’t written a blog post for months.  The material has been stacking up like you wouldn’t believe.

I consume most of my food in this trailer.  Don't know why, but work lunch is referred to as "crib" here.  We pack our "cribs" in the morning and eat them in a crib room.  But the time spent doing so is referred to as "Smoko" (smoke break) and lunch.  Okay, Australia.  Whatev.

I consume most of my food in this trailer. Don’t know why, but work lunch is referred to as “crib” here. We pack our “cribs” in the morning and eat them in a crib room. But the time spent doing so is referred to as “Smoko” (smoke break) and lunch. Okay, Australia. Whatev.

The thing is, I started this job that suits my all-or-nothing style.  However, it means I’ve been working 84 hours a week and living at a mining camp in the middle of nowhere since the end of July.  After four 84 hour weeks, I get one off.  Mostly I use that week to veg and escape to the Australian wilderness with my boyfriend where we find campsites with population: 2.

The view from the walking loop I do at camp every night after work!

The view from the walking loop I do at camp every night after work!

I’m happy to be earning money, but miss the lifestyle I’ve temporarily put on hold… the one where I have all the time in the world for family, friends, and friends-to-be.

The bright side of working double is that I will come out of these months with twice the money in half the time (insert nerdy blog-name reference).   But this out-of-balance, work-a-holic lifestyle is crazy-making!  And it really slams home my life motto – that most of the things I want have to be purchased with time, not money.

Right-o.  Back to work!  Catch y’all in another few months?!



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