wanker

the wanker





✽ day 8 of job hunting and we hit it hard-core. i dare to even break the number one dress rule by showing both legs and cleavage! we do a cross-country walk, applying at every bar and discoteca we come across. i decide to go in to a restaurant we ate at last week called 'small world'. by the time we arrive back home and check our emails, there's one sitting there from the english owner of small world, saying that he's received my 'amazing CV' and wants me to do an interview! im so excited to finally hear some positive news!!! and flattered that he thinks my CV's amazing. the thing is if i counted the number of jobs i've done in my life, it'd be over 200 so i can cook up a pretty good (and honest) CV for pretty much any type of job!

absolutely exhausted from walking all day, we retire to the beach and lie down on our sarongs in the hot afternoon sun. as jerry gives me a little shoulder massage i look over to see a dodgy old man, hiding himself in a bushy corner ten metres away, watching us and wanking behind a newspaper!
even when jerry stares at him he continues the job! shocked and repulsed, we begin packing up and jerry ponders 'well...maybe that's just his little fantasy... everyone has fantasies' to which i respond 'yeah but he's not allowed to force us to be part of his fantasy!'