I love Melbourne.

I’ve been here a week now, and I can honestly say it’s my favourite place in Australia by some distance. That’s not to say that everywhere else has been bad, it’s just that Melbourne is that good. When you consider the city is known for its obsession with sports, regularly hosts good bands for gigs (I’ve already bought tickets for the Manic Street Preachers and Jake Bugg) and drinks coffee like it’s going out of fashion, I was never going to hate it, was I?

Of course, this is all a little too good to be true as we get to the age-old complaint about money. I’m fortunate enough to be staying with some family friends in Altona who have been absolutely brilliant and made me feel right at home. After two months of sleeping in rooms with large groups of people and some unsavoury characters, I could not be more grateful for their hospitality.

So yeah anyway, the job hunt is on. As Jake Bugg dictates that I’ll be staying here until the end of July at the very least, it’s more out of necessity than choice now. It’s been a fun three months of being a jobless bum, eating pasta and drinking goon, but the time has come to at least try and live in the real world again for a while. Shame.

I’ve spent the last few days handing out my CV to restaurants and cafes around the city, so I guess it’s a case of playing the waiting game and keeping my fingers crossed. I reckon I’m a good enough cook and have a short enough temper to work in a kitchen, so they’d be mad to not give me a shot. Plus, there are enough food and drink places in Melbourne to sort out the whole of Australia, so if I don’t hear back I’m either very unemployable or need to change my CV…again.

On the topic of CVs, they’re referred to as a “resume” over here. This isn’t the first time I’ve heard this word, but I can’t help thinking it’s not as good an option as “CV”. It’s more letters and syllables for a start, I mean, are there many things simpler than two letters? Ok, one letter maybe, but you get my point.

I even complimented an English woman who took my CV in a restaurant because she referred to it as a CV. One brownie point to Jack, I hope.