Dear Pagey,
I know we haven't chatted almost at all on this forum, but what you wrote struck with me as I found myself in your same shoes in August 2012.
Low on chances at home, no job, well in all fairness I quit the one I had to pursue my dream of going to Oz, an idea I had in on the back of my head for several years, bit of cash saved, the hope that the Australian economy would be so dynamic and easy to penetrate as it was made up by the scores of useless plebs that compose the majority of my peers in my country. Your neighbour by the way, we dress better than you, have better fashion designers, make better bread and don' make me start on the wine. You guys do read more though, a fuck load more. I think the last best selling book here, was a collection of christmas jokes by Totti. Meh
To be honest I started the post with the intention of cheering you on but I don't think I can do that. The hostel in St.Kilda where I spent my first week, was packed full of wankers, and I mean proper proper wankers, mostly white as snow kids from the UK, dressed like surfers or skaters, talking about hitting those waves as if they had spent most of formative years in Big Sur rather than in East Sussex.
Most of them were the Idiots in Nathan Barley, their highest aspiration going to do some jobs they would never ever consider doing back home as that's what Polish and Romanians do, what wake up at 5am every morning, live in a fucking caravan like a gippo, miles and miles from anything you could consider a town.
I found a flat within the week, the condo building was ace, on Flinders St right in front of the Acquarium(go visit it if you find your self in Melbourne, best thing about the city). There was a swimming pool and jacuzzi a couple of floors down, only thing my "room" was actually a section of the living room with some shower curtains working as walls. A local stinky bogan lived at the bottom of the living room, also with his privacy guaranteed by more shower curtains
Two Frensh lasses shared the only bedroom.
Let's just say my job search wasn't what I expected, given my outstanding CV, and you got to believe that, I worked in places that extremely prestigious, I expected to land a cushty office job within a week. All I could find were crappy door to door sales job, with only commission pay. CRAP.
The locals were unwelcoming and assholes, only country in the world where I ever experienced racial abuse, got called a wog at least half the time I left the house, got thrown glasses, bottles and ran after by a bunch of big rugby dudes the only thing that saved me was the intervention of a sound strip club bouncer who literally threw me in the club and told the lads to get lost.
The four months I spent there were probably the lowest in my life, spent all my savings, almost didn't earn shit, didn't make one single goddam friend and only got laid once with a nice kiwi girl I met casually while walking around Quuen Victoria Market.
If I were you I'd go back to France as soon as possible. But I don't want to discourage, if your skin is proper white and you don't middle eastern or Indian maybe the locals will be nicer to you and you'll have better opportunities.
If I were to be honest though, fuck Australia, they're not worth you, go to NZ and do some well paid farm jobs, that's what I would have done, become a shepherd for a few months, nice scenery, almost no european wankers and if you're bored you can play act with the wooden stick in your hand(all shepherd get one) and pretend you're in Lord of the Rings.
Take care, sorry for the depressing post.
Love yuh you mucky tit x 
