INSTRUCTION MANUAL

Well here it is instruction manual of the 'day in the life of Hannah Brittinee Davis'

You wonder why an instruction manual?
This gives you and insight onto the real me, as i meet new  people, and work with people  who think that 'outgoing people' dont have fears or affraid of anything. And dealing with the dumbshit that happens

Well sorry to burst your bubble people, but people who are outgoing, bubblily, friendly people do have their fears and insecuritities, they just know how to hide it better than most or dont necessarily share that inner side or 'weakness'.

I have  had people tell me that i am not afraid of anything, i just go out there and it achieve so much. And i inspire them to be a better person and achieve their dreams. And do you know what i am so proud of anyone who can go out there and achieve their dreams. But when i tell them i am affraid of this and that.... They dont really believe me. Their face n statement give it away.

I use my fear to my advantage, to achieve my dreams and ambitions. I also hide my biggest fears through humour and laughter. And if I didnt use my fears the way I do I would not have done the things I have today.

Successful people dont get anywhere in life by their gains, they get some where by their failures and fears. And it also depend on your own defintation 'sucess'.

Me, i see myself as successful but in my own way, and really thats all that matters. I have achieved great things in my last 30 years, but when i tell you, beleive me i am my own worst cricit (than any magazine cpuld hit me with). I am so got dam hard own myself, if i think i havent achieved my full potential and i doubt myself and people say something. I go away and analyse and analyse how, what and where i can do better or what i did wrong. Then re analyse my conculsion before implementing my goals.

There is a glimpse into my world, but below is 10 instructions or steps to deal with me.
FYI below is talking in third person.... (must be the wine writing)

1. Well we all know she is not good with electronics, (only ever since shecame to uk, well.... Debatable... More soo now than ever). Dont have sympathy just shake your head as most of the time she is pissed or sober....but offer her cheap phones.. Potentially you could make a profit. Also results in fast moving actions to stop them going to the toliets or there are many  blank memories trying to remember how it got lost/stolen or wet.

2. Eggs... Well all know she loves her eggs. However forgetting that are on the boil happens, like once every 2 months.
So be prepared for egg spurting, smoke alarm chimes, smoky kitchen, condensation, its not just eggs really, she has set other kitchens on fire at times, even 2 at once on either side of the kitchen.

3. Wardrobe failure. This is something that wont stop. As we know she likes to go to the gym every morning before work. However some times forgetting to pack cloths happens quite regularly, like no skirt, undies, bra, shoes..... Back in Australia she used to have to go to the shops and buy thoses items at times, here in UK, she goes undieless, braless (tries to avoid this as blokes are perverts and women for that matter), and when no skirt wears gym tights (stinky ones) gets all consious of her body and dosnt leave her desk all day.

4. Things come in threes. Massive beleiver in this. So when she is on a strike... Stay clear pending if the events r good or bad. But trust me threes happen.
Such as, car accident one day, bus breaking down the next, currently pending third thing.

5. She loves a drink, which means she is always up for a good time or laugh. However warning does come with shitting her pants (one time only) and 'your not drunk until you shit ya self', can wake up with gashes and ripped tights bearing her ass for everyone to see, looses lots of stuff like lots of stuff, even possible winning horse race tickets, remind her that just becuase they didnt come first doesnt mean you didnt win any money as the was for a place, so dont throw ya ticket the air, and remember 5 mins later and cant find the ticket. Most of the time she makes it to her bed,  some times she doesn't.... But all in all yout guaranteed to have a cracker good time.

6. Addictive personalitly... This could be good or bad pending the addiction, or graving. Its been chocolate, ice cream, Leonardo Dicapro, gym, vodka and plastic containers (never have enough) etccc. Currently it was peanut M&M's, this addiction got so bad that she started to see the makings of a peanut M&M (unsure of colour, changes with mood, like a mood ring M&M) which leads into no 7.

7. They say 'you are your own worst critic' when you stop and think about it we are. So this one is extermly hard on herself to point of wiriting up mini contracts to achieve small, medium and long term goals. Most recent contract, was a 4 wk, food n exerise overhaul... Its all written down in pretend lil back book. Likelyhood if you going to be neagitive towards her she likely thought of it and using that neagitive to make the best possible outcome for herself. It involved limiting her drinking 1-2 days r wk, no chocolate or ice cream, (got to 3wks) and up the fitness side..

8. Loves a good laugh, banter with anyone really. Most of the time you will see her laughing and carrying on taking the piss. She also takes the piss out of herself, so dont think for one your are target. However currently indians are and selling of Parker Pens (big indsutry). Also does make it hard to determine when she is actually being serious, so best bet it to get to know her to determine when its mucking around or serious.

9. Loves to dress up. From fancy dress parties to all sassy for weddings or just because. So if you are ever in need of anything she is ya girl.

10. All in all dumb shit happens weekly, sometimes daily, so if you can handle all of the dumbshit and can cry, laugh and not judge her for her madness then your going alright.

Mostly we all wing life as it happens, and having  no expectation you dont get disappointed.

Wise friend of my once said "there are 3 types of people in your life, reason, season and lifetime"

I am grateful for all the people who have come and gone in my life as it one funny hell of a ride.

Breaking up with myself

So we are into a new year, and  time for reflection. We all do it even if you say you don't, FB help us with add one etc...

I thought that I will stop drinking, become a responsible adult and settle down.......... "hannah your nearly 30 now', 'when  are you going to settle down', 'when are you going to find a man and marry', bla blah bla..... People ask the questions all the time, but I can't answer them, its all about timing. You got to be on the same page otherwise the book wont flow.

I have not had any alcohol since Friday 2nd, so far I am going good because last time I only lasted 3days. 

Not drinking, working ridiculous long hours  and hibernation equals lets go over my life through, Photos on Facebook. I have to say I have had a pretty bloody awesome life. Yes I have had my ups and downs, heart breaks, lost loved ones, and all the other bullshit, but honestly the Good times have out weighed the bad. (If I can't see that someone slap me now. The adventures of UNI, moving to Alice Springs, Moving to Mt Buller, Buying a caravan off EBay and naming him Vinny driving around Australia by myself with Big Tez (my car), living in Brisbane, and moving to UK. In all those adventures I meet life long friends, and  learned so much about myself. Honestly if I let fear run my life I would not have been able to do half of those adventures. Every single adventure has come with a rollercoaster of emotions. Its how you handle the first rollercoaster to help you handle the others and so on.

Ever since I was a teenager I always said 20's are about me, growing, making mistakes, learning traveling experiencing as much ash can so then in my 30's Id be happy to settled down (find man that can handle me) and even think about a family (honestly this scares the shit out of me, more fear of failing than anything). I am now at the tail end of the 20's and the mind starts pondering on what comes next as most of your closet friends have walked down the isle, had children or near walking down the isle. I am not in any way envy of my friends at their stages of their life, more happy than anything. Everyone life stages come differently but it does give your perspective on what you want in life. Honestly if I was to come to the UK now, I probably wouldn't.

 So I have decided to breakup with myself. Weird as it may sound (I even think so) but if I cant look into the Mirror and like what I see, then only I can change things. I am more breaking up with my excuses. I am over my excuses as why I don't go to the gym as much or exercise and my drunken binge on Maccas etc... I have grown up being fit most of my life and  having that balance with socialising, and yes traveling makes it hard as you don't care as much as your are out enjoying yourself, forgetting about your body image.  You can always rely on family members to be brutally honest when it comes your body, So why can't I do this over here travel and be fit. I have made some lifestyle changes for the better me. However one thing I am not going to change just yet is how sober I will be. I have spent the a good 80% of my 20's drinking and socialising so why stop that now when there is only 6months to go.

If I can train as hard as I have been partying I'll be fist pumping all the way home to Australia. Heathrow injection can kiss my butt.

6months in a nut shell.

I decided to check out my blogs from last year travels. I clearly stop blogging after France, as I started to have too much of a good time, and I forgot or didn't have the time to write about my Adventures . However lucky I am addicted to photos, as my pictures tell a thousand words. But only I know the actual story behind them.

In a nut shell,

Over the last 6months I have seen much and grown just a little bit more both side ways and as a person. I have fallen in love with Spain, partied harder than I did at Uni (which I didn't think was possible), spent 1 weeks in San Sebastian ate n drank myself stupid,  worked with First Festival for 2 weeks at San Fermin Festival, Watched ppl rack up lines in the streets of Pamplona, people get fucked up by bulls, heck I even had to pee in between two cars down a drain in the main street.  Swam on the fountain in the middle if Pamplona where we could of got arrested. Became friends with 6 amazing lasseso and  'all the lads'. Even tried to get laid but the cock fright took over. Hitched hiked to Baca, with 5 Aussies, slept in cars, road tripped along the coast. Ended up in Lagos for few more bender nights, kayaked on the North Atlantic Sea, before I had to fly back to London (reality). Best 6 weeks ever.

I wasn't ready to return but I had a medical follow up for the clinical trial. I landed a job, lived on my mates floor for 6weeks  as I didn't know what I want to do, where to go, stay in England, move to Scotland, Ireland etc.... funds were getting low, stress levels rose. Until I scored a tour leader gig with PP travel to Oktoberfest.

Plan was to quit my job, go to Germany come back move North find work. Good plan. (never happened)

However another opportunity came up, to work for the company I did my clinical trial. (stay in London it was)

At this point I was living with a beautiful Indian family for 3weeks before Germany, in space of 5 days, I got a new job, a place to live and happy for me to start on my return to Germany. (finally London was starting to ease up on me).

I then fell in love with Germany and Austria. My first ever trip away as tour leader, and didn't I learn lots in a week. What goes on tour stays on tour. BUT I will say best 7days ever. Good bunch of people, beer was flowing, Jaegermister was  disappearing and lots of laughs along the way. Still laughing at the stories now.

Returned back to London, moved to Surrey with 2 English lads. (they think I am boozy Australian) which is partially true. Started my new job, it was either sink or swim.  I had no idea what I was doing but because I like to compete with myself, I had to win, so I swam and even scored a pay rise. However last 3 months have been tough, new job, post travel depression (even though I am still technically traveling). Loose my phone, (wasn't even that drunk what shits me the most).  Broke as pie. More drunken nights, and shenanigans. But still got a smile on the dial.

Losing the phone is been mostly a blessing in disguise (minor the insurance hassle etc.) but I have stopped, observed and learned that we as society have become boring, unsociable people. We will all be wearing neck braces to straighten our necks from bending our heads, staring at our phones, stalking people FB, Tinder, Snap chat, Instagram, what's app etc.... I could go on for days. But  not me, I'll behind your all as I have tram buddies, every morning we catch the same train and tram, so we do what all normal people used to do before phones, talk to each other, we laughed, joked, took the piss put of each other. (actual conversations). Irish, Polish and Aussie! We even exchanged gifts before Christmas. To what surprises me the most is, other People cannot believe I can make friends on a tram. (I could make friends anywhere, lets be honest,) but why not on a tram, at a bus stop, no different than at a pub (only difference is sober environment vs alcohol induced environment). Why not stop and say Hi to the person next to you. All it takes is for one person to say HI. You may wish sometimes you didn't make eye contact but sometimes it pays off. ( trust me amount of times I have been bailed up on the tube station with ppl wanting  to give me their busy cards, numbers etc). But having Tram Buddies makes the commute just the bit easier and fun.

Christmas has come around so fast, I looked back and can't believe I have nearly been here 12months. I was very lucky to spend Christmas with my Aunty and Uncle here in England and with Catrionas family. It was cold, yet sunny on Christmas day, even went to the pub, which is unheard of in Australia on Christmas day, went for walks in the woods and ate n drank, laughed so much I can't wipe the smile off my face. It was so nice, words cannot describe how good it was.

New Year. Normally for New Years for me, it consist of BBQ, beach, and drinks and firework antics on the beach. But this year I went off to Edinburgh.

I feel in love with Edinburgh, the culture, their kilts, ascents and passion for history. I met more amazing people, participated in torch parade, watch one of the best bonfires I have seen, fireworks and walked the streets of old Edinburgh. All before new year.
New year came around, kicked off at 12 to celebrate Aussie New Year, and it just flowed onto the night. Did win a bet I'd see New year out. (Just). The street party was unbelievable, you can take your own drinks in and just dance the night away.  1st Jan saw me out a Wild pub crawl where I don't remember much and things are blur but stories come out...

We did have task to 1. Kiss a Scot in kilt, 2. Kiss a Scot Cop (90% are fit and sexy), 3. Kiss a Scot called Hamish (hardest tasks), 2.kiss a ginger scot.  4. flash for a pash. 5. One which I don't remember. Some of us smashed it, and other no so much. Hamish was still a no go. (there is a
Story behind the 'Hamish' thing, but it was just a random Scots name)

But at New Years everyone stops as take time to look at themselves and decide to set new year resolutions, etc...

For me I was like I gotta stop being such a piss head, sober up a bit 30 is around the corner....

Fat Tire Bike Tour

 

So I was meeting up with Michael and his GF Ellen (which I haven’t met yet) for the tour, which I was also meant to meet for the picnic and had no way of telling them I was not making it I just went to the meeting point for the tour.

Wow!! Action packed!!! 7 groups were going to be on the road tonight….

No sign of Michael or Ellen, so I was like I just stick around, started chatting to Brian and his family who are from Chicago and ended up in their group with Michael and Ellen.

Geoff our tour guide, and gotta say that if you are stretched for time and want to see the highlights of Paris I recommend ‘fat bike tours’ (they have a few places to go in barca, England etc.) we kicked off and say some of the most magical highlights and yummy ice cream

Then we jumped on a cruise around the river drank red wine and saw more highlights. Then Eifel tower was light up… Magical, just so beautiful.

To finish the night off, we saw the Eifel tower light show.  And must say normally at night when the ‘ugly lights’ come on it’s oh geeee wizzzzz run away time, however for the Eifel tower it’s like that during the day. It looks bit dull, but comes alive at night.

Have to say my one hit wonder of Paris was what anyone would hope for….

Paris the 1 Hit Wonder

So I didn’t get my dream job, so traveling through France and Spain is still happening.  Well in actual fact this is one of my other dream jobs (everything happens for a reason)

I had my last follow up regrading my clinical trial and I have to go back due to I am not back to normal. So I had to stick around for that then it was one last pint at Punch and Judy before it was time to catch the bus to Parieeeee. Get more stamps in my passport. It was late, I was well on my way of being drunk and the bus was action packed. Having not “checked in” I was one of the last on the bus and not many seats free. So I found myself sitting next to a Scott, and gotta say never meet such a wingy woman, first she didn’t like my torch, then my phone screen was too bright. I felt like telling her to close her eyes and problem solved!!! So I moved to back seat bandits with another weirdo pom, and cute as cute Frenchy. So we got chatting (as you do).

I asked him if there was a bar on board when we get on the ferry. He clearly didn’t understand ‘ferry’ and said no! No!  No bars on board, I just stay on the bus and sleep. (Me thinking that’s weird as the spirit of Tasmania you had get off)

We boarded the ferry and we had to get off, he was like ‘this is weird, have t had to do this before. Then we found ‘a bar’ surprise surprise. We got a pint, and then sat down to eat. All of a sudden Cute Frenchy, “goes OMG I can see water, we are on a ferry” (Light bulb moment)

Now fellow traveller’s word of advice: if wanting to catch the bus to Paris

1.      Goes with a friend so you can sleep on each other and not feel awkward.

2.      If you go on the ferry make sure you sit up front of buss, get off first and go get that couch, chair, anything to ‘try and sleep for two hours’ or u will be like me sleeping on the lino with no real sleep.

3.      Go on a bus that takes you on the Euro tunnel as u don’t get off the bus and can sleep.

4.      Or bla bla car…… ill fill u in on bla bla car later.

 

Arriving into Paris at 7am with no or little sleep and fearful of my lack of French, needing to make my way to my hostel without getting lost. Can I do it? I thought so.

1.      Brought my ticket – easy no dramas,

2.      Asked which stop, -advised to get off last stop, easy no dramas’

3.      4stops till end, peak hour on the train, get abused in French as this time I did not know how to say ‘je ne parle pas francais’ (I don’t speak French) or ‘ju ne comprends pas’ (I don’t understand), until another women just advised I am taking up too much room I need to stand up. (with the women who abused this in French giving me dirties all the way till her stop) lucky it was Friday

4.       Got off last stop: was like ummmm this is not  where I should be I don’t think, (freakkkkk out, no sleep and my backpack and me)

5.      Finally found a English speaking person who advised I need to get back to this spot and change here to get onto this line and get off at that station (easy right)

6.      So did as she said, got up from the underground and saw Maccas, made a bolt for it “Free Wi-Fi” (no phone or Wi-Fi in a foreign country = hard.) need to learn to travel back in the day with no technology. Made it to my hostel.

7.      Found it 3 hours later…. Check in ummm you can’t check in till 2 why thank you, but may I leave my bags please….. So then question was what to do till check in as I was leaving Paris the next day, no sleep, stinky from bus and need to get most of it…..

 

So I decided to head out until after 2 have a power nap before heading out at night for a bike/boat cruise tour.

I went to Arc de Triomphe as was told it has the most beautiful views of the whole city to as far as the eye can see. Millions of stairs, lucky for my Botox knee…..  It was good exercise on the legs, breathing. I suggest going there if you ever in Pariiiiiieeeeeee. 2 o’clock hit, headed back to hostel, as I also organised to catch up for a picnic at the Eiffel Tower before our tour.

You know that moment your head hits the pillow, alarm seems to go off like 5 min later which is really 1.5 hours, drool on the pillow and u can’t keep your eyes open! Well that is what happened… and do you think I made it to the picnic; I was pushing for time for my bike tour….

Mind you I am now an expert of Paris train line….

London Town the Savvy City

So I bailed on the job, and crashed at Dave’s for the wk. then I moved I to the backpackers called ST James. First wk. of unemployed involved job hunting and house hunting….then Park hoping… with no luck of success, on a plus side I have been getting interviews, just not landing the jobs. For some someone who has only worked for 3 organisations since they were 14, job interviews are like dates,

Sweaty. Clamy and awkward…. (probs why I am not getting jobs).

 

Anywhoo the last 2 weeks involved backpackers, Hilton hotel, job interviews, but most importantly NEW FRIENDS and good times…..

Backpackers with Frenchies, Aussies, Yanks, Swedish, Italian and the rest…. But Origin on Wednesday was Epic, best fun in a long while, 11am kick off, double pints, NSW WINS, house viewing in the bronks, (lucky I was drunk) 11 pm home, after pashes n dashes (baby steps), meeting lots off ppl, it was time to get food and home, which involved meeting a new Patrick on the tube, and eating maccas with Elise and Patrick to end up back at the hostel to book another week. (Clearly I was having so much fun at the hostel).

London is savvy and competitive when it comes to jobs and house hunting. And doing both at the same time is one tuff cookie. Yes I could have gone to a pub and got another job, but I spent 18months in a job that I didn’t like so I didn’t want to do the same in London when I have 2 years, so I didn’t, I played and partied and attend house viewings drunk (thank god), attended job interviews hungover.

I started to freak out a lil that I am spending all my money in London focusing on jobs and house, and will run out before I see Europe. To the extent I was looking at flights home. Yes everyone goes through this stage but I guess some are more extreme cases than others, but Karen an artist who is English born but lives in France gave me some words of advice. (Mother words, and she told her own daughter this)

‘I need to not focus on one thing, like house n job, but other opportunities and options’. So that day I was a teary mess I went to the park to ponder on her words. I came up with a solutions and Plan B C D E F…… actually not sure what plan this was...

Mind you my days did involve job/hunting to cider o’clock at a pub each day to, museums, Hyde Park, cycling, jack the ripper tour to cider o’clock…

So plans, I am still waiting on an outcome of my Dream job, but at the same time I can’t sit and wait for dreams jobs to come, so I decided I want to travel and work for food and bed, around Europe then maybe come back and give London a 2^nd time, (don’t think it’s our time to be professional equated). I land a working holiday off the west coast of France, and then Pamplona I landed a gig of a life time ‘Ground Crew’ so working on camp site for a travel company for  running with the bulls just so you know.

I also have been reminded, not only grateful having family in the UK who are willing to hold all your stuff, and reminisce their travels 18 years as they did what I am about to do. So lets see where the wind takes me.

Pot of luck in the lead up to London Town.

So I have been injected with my Botox, landed myself a live in Pub job in London and things seemed on the up. Whooooo…….. wait wait that just seemed all too easy. Because that was…

I was coming down with something after my hospital holiday and new improved knee. I learned my bank account had been skimmed money on 2 occasions, nearly 620pounds, which is nearly double that in aussie dollars was taken so I had to cancel my card, ring the bank, and then come Sunday after my last shift and instead of being a good girl, I did what I did best at 18 went out on a massive pub crawl bender, 2 days before I was to move into London. Getting home t something o’clock I went to the loo and dropped my phone in the toilet, whooo it was working like a charm, until I did a backup. So Tuesday left me with moving day, still hungover from Sunday night’s efforts, and had to get my phone sorted,

2 train trips to Barnes back, trip to Covent Garden apple store (200pounds later) and crook as dawg… (Google the journeys) then to find the staff accommodation disgusting like the grosses thing I have ever stayed in. the kitchen, I didn’t start work till Thursday so I had time to sort my shit out..

 

Then work time, woweee not all pubs are as good to work at as the Engineer.

My work conditions – in my contract in big red capitals letters (key points)

Minimum wage 6.20 pound

No staff meals for front of house, only kitchen staff, no knock off drinks

Not allowed to eat or drink in the pub on the day off or after shift

Kitchen for live in staff is shared with live out staff (Grosssssssss) I took pics it worse than I can’t even put it into words,

Tips only get given if they feel the staff deserve them and the till is down no tips. And I felt like I was back working at McDonalds with all the check lists and rules. So I quit.

 

I took a risk and Quit in hope I was to land a job in London……