This week I have been mostly.... walking the dogs

Given that I am:
a) Unemployed and
b) Homeless
it sounded like a good idea when someone said to me that I could house-sit for them and look after their dogs while they went away for a week....

Result:
Woken up at 4am on night one by barking dog, get up at 5am for walkies.
Woken up at 1am on night two by barking dog, get up at 1.30am for walkies.
Seeing the pattern yet???
In the end though, they chilled out and I found out that by feeding them later in the day they wouldn't need the loo in the middle of the night. Bingo.

But the thing I never knew about walking dogs is that there's a secret community of dog walkers, sharing this kind of underworld where you walk around with a large bag of poo in your hand. People stop with their dogs, the dogs do the dog thing, smell each other etc and meanwhile the 'owners/walkers' are left to make polite conversation while their dog has it's snout up another's arse. And it's the same people you bump into each time. Weird.

But it's all over now, it finished yesterday. I have been tasked with the job of getting quotes for painting jobs where I'm staying now in Sydney - although potentially I might actually have to go to work fairly soon. As much as I thought I would be bored not having work, now I'm wondering how I'm going to get to the beach when I have to work 40 hours without flexitime. I mean hello??? What's a girl to do????