This was not part of the master plan. So, up I get this morning, look out the window and its beautiful & sunny, put on some nice Spring-like clothes, step outside and…freeze my arse off. As I am still learner driver, Jo & I have been driving to and from work (which has done wonders for my driving, apart from the day when we gave a colleague of Jo’s a lift home and I flaunted my skills by attempting a hill start whilst still in 2nd gear), so I only had to scamper from the house to the car, and then to the office from the car, but I still like an 18 year old sacrificing comfort for fashion. I wouldn’t mind if I actually was 18 and actually looked cool, but I’m fairly sure I fall short on both counts.
To compensate for being exposed to cold air for at least 5 minutes, I scampered into one of the 3 coffee bars that inhabit the 50m or so long block that my office sits on (this is not allowing for coffee shops/cafes along side roads – there really are a ridiculous number of them) and purchased a coffee made by a gentleman who is (according to a magazine I was reading yesterday) the best coffee barista in the whole North Island. He won a competition & everything. Not that I could tell from the coffee – it tasted okay, but didn’t blow my socks off – so I’m not sure how they judge these things. And then I went to work….only another 6 weeks to go ‘til the end of my contract.
I was thinking the other day that some of you may have the impression that I don’t like working. I’d like to challenge that. You see, it’s not that I don’t like working; it’s more that I resent spending 5 days a week being bored out of my skull (despite the financial benefits). Hopefully, my masters proves that I am not afraid to work, but I think I do have to try to find a job/role where I don’t feel the urge to go home after an hour or so. And yes, I know a lot of jobs are boring – it’s just that I don’t happen to feel obliged to resign myself to that for the next 20 - 30 years. However, there is one intriguing element to my current job. I am sitting at a desk that looks out over some car parking spaces (much like at Savile Row) and the traffic wardens here have a nifty trick of carrying different coloured chalk around with them that they use to mark the tyres of parked cars, so they can just tell by the chalk marks how long a car has been parked somewhere, sneaky…though it has been pointed out to me that you can just rub the chalk off and confuse the hell out of them.
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