Bits and Bolts (or how was my day)

Morning ... It's getting colder in the mornings ... I guess the winter is crawling over, which means the summer is starting back home ... good for them, less for me ... :)
The only reason I get up is the work interview. I got dressed, putting on my good buttoned shirt, and head towards the bus station which is some 10 minutes away. I can see the bus going away just when I reach the corner. Darn. Well, at least I'll be able to get a coffee while I wait for it.
I wait in line, order a cappuccino, and just when they are about to make it, I see my bus coming. Since I already payed, I wait, knowing that I'm good with time. The bus stops, and goes on, but the light is red, so it stands some 5 meters from me ... I'm wondering if I'll be able to get the coffee and hop onto it even though it's past the stop. By the time I get it and make the first step towards the bus, the light changes to green, and he slips away. As the book I'm reading would describe it: "Joss".
So, I sat back in the shade, put my coffee near me, and go on reading my book (which redefines the term "long book"). In the meanwhile, I manage to take a sip from my coffee, open the lid, enjoy the cream and sprinkled chocolate on it, and before I know it, the next bus is there. I get my coffee, get on the bus, and ask how much is it to Teneriffe, only to be answered : "you can't go in with the coffee, mate". Argh. I took a quick last sip (which was only the second I took from it), get off the bus, put it on the bin's side, get back on the bus, pay the 2.70$ and head towards the end of the bus, sit down, and continue reading.
First differnce in attitude and costumes for the day I guess. Back home, you won't have as many coffee shops, in Spain you would, but you won't take it to go, you'll drink it there, and here, you'll take it to go, but can't get it on the bus ... Nevermind, back to our story.
It's a nice long ride (30 odd minutes), so I have time to read and think a bit about the interview. This one is for a junior java developer, to which I'm going after sending my CV, and then replying some questions (1 coding, 1 proving) on the mail.
The bus driver never heard about the street, but some guy that was getting off told me it's the next one to the left, so I manage to get to where I'm supposed to be on time.
I get in, and in a minute or so T. (the full name is kept in our system) comes out and takes me into the interview room.
Basically, the interview consisted of a quick chat, and then 2 exams consisting of several questions each, but one of the first questions he asked was: "is there a reason you're not dressed for a job interview?" . I was rather perplexed. Afterwards when I asked him about this, he explained, that here, down under, they expect people to come to an interview in a business dress code, which means a business suit, attired with tie and all. I apologized, and explained that our normal code of dressing back home is a bit less formal, and that no offence was meant. (hmm ... maybe this can explain why the last place never called back ?!). This was the second difference for today. The last IT job I had, when I went to the interview, I was wearing my Einstein T-shirt with the "I blew my mind in Amsterdam". And here they have the "sloppy look sloppy work" theory.
Anyways, the company seems like a nice place of work, and might even prove interesting, as opposed to the last one I had in the area. Then I was handed the papers with the questions I had to answer. Some of the questions were silly, some hard, some demanded me to think hard about my Uni days (this doesn't mean I got them right though :) ). Some I answered right, some wrong, and in the end he thanked me, and told me they'll be in contact with me.
I went back to the bus station, and read until the bus came, and once on the bus I thought about the whole issue. I'm overqualified for simple jobs. I don't have the attire needed for even the interviews for the IT jobs, and that's assuming they wont mind my working holiday visa. So it seems like I'm in a bit of a catch 22 trap. Argh. Well ... I can always go work on farms and fruit picking, and get a nice tan on the way.
I got off the bus, started walking back, and stopped in a place to get something to eat. I bought a steak pie with bacon and cheese, and a cheese bread. While I was waiting, I noticed a woman playing the guitar on the street for money. Quite a popular thing here I must admit. From kids, to adults, to old men (to play I mean, there are always those that just sit there begging for money, even though the other day I saw one that took the time to write on the cardboard he had with him that he doesn't drink nor gamble). I paid the old Asian woman behind the counter, and went on, reaching the corner when I got the bus in the morning. It seems that luck was smiling at me after the previous unlucky events of the day, and I saw my coffee sitting just where I left him :). I picked him up, cold obviously, but still untouched, and that's about it I guess.
I'll have to reconsider the working thing, and see whats up. A bit annoying, but this is how life is I guess.