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Worldwind in Welly

Coffee at Memphis Belle

Somewhere between the wine and king’s cup on Christmas Eve/Day it was decided that the 3 originals needed to reunite and thus, the idea of the weekender in Welly was born.  I talked…planned…plotted while brimming with excitement as the day grew closer.  What I realize now is that it wasn’t anything like what I had imagined and was silly to have thought it would be anything other than what it was. 

When planning, I was so wrapped up with reuniting with those I had spent my first couple of days in New Zealand with that I neglected the importance of food.  Thanks to some new friends who wholeheartedly encourage the foodie way of life – this turned out to be a fabulous weekend.  After all, what’s a girl supposed to do in Welly other than a worldwind tour of the cafes, bars, and restaurants.  I ate and drank until my little heart was content and then ate and drank some more.  I can go on and on about how Sunday brunch at Fidel’s should be a must for everyone or how you haven’t really been to Welly without stopping at Memphis Belle for coffee or that its okay to make friends with salad at Finc but the standout for me this particular weekend was Shed 5. 

Shed 5

Shockingly, Shed 5 is the first time since arriving in New Zealand that I’ve been out to a nice restaurant and had the opportunity to get dressed to the nines.  It didn’t even dawn on me how much I missed this favourite pastime until somewhere between the crumbed tomino salad and the candied walnuts on the risotto.  It was the first bite of the chocolate souffle however that helped me realize once again that this is my thing.  Funny how things work out as this trip was about the originals reuniting and it was in the moments without them that I rediscovered something that I loved.  If I had to do this weekend all over again – I wouldn’t change a thing. 
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Turns Out I’m Stupid In NZ!

For the record, I’ve never struggled with accents.  I even worked with a Kiwi bloke back in the day and we didn’t have any issues  communicating with each other – well unless you count this one time where he called and launched into a conversation and paused when he realized that I didn’t have a clue who he was and proceeded to give me his first and last name along with a snide remark about how the accent should have been a dead giveaway!  Working with this one bloke from New Zealand to being in an office filled with New Zealanders is a totally different cup of tea though. 

Sometimes I find myself wondering if the people who work with me think I’m slow.  When the accents are thick or if a lot of mumbling is involved, I find myself staring at people to figure out what they’re trying to say to me.  The funny part is that most of time this doesn’t help as I’ve come to the conclusion that I suck as a lip reader.  Sadly, this became really obvious to one of the guys I work with one day as he decided the best way to proceed with our conversation was to start spelling out the words that he realized that I was struggling to understand so we could be on the same page.  I’m ashamed to even admit it but he ended up spelling out the words such as call and entries to me. 

If this wasn’t bad enough there’s also the Kiwi lingo that throws me for a loop.  Never in my life have I heard the words like heaps, cheers, arvo, and sweet as in a work environment before.  To this day I still don’t understand how the two words cheers heaps together can actually mean something to someone.  Oh, and also since I’m not censoring the truth – I had no idea what arvo met until this week so I kept staring at the producer blankly as I figured it was me struggling with the accent thing again until she dropped me an email saying arvo with the word afternoon in brackets.  Super awesome as that helped to clarify a lot of things and made me feel like less of an idiot somehow.  As I’m about to start my third week at work I wonder what interesting communication blunders and simply stupid looks across my face are going to happen this week.

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Holy Vodafone Batman!

I don’t know what it is about me and telecom companies but I think they’re all secretly out to get me as though I’m their arch nemesis or something.  I thought I had to bad in Canada but that’s nothing compared to the grief I’ve experienced since coming to New Zealand.  Oh and if you’re reading this, sorry for the bitch session but its been eating away at me and now I’m at the boiling point.

To backtrack, the problem started almost 2 weeks ago when I decided to go from pre-paid to a 1 month rolling contract.  My reason for doing so is that I found myself topping up every week in order to be able to use my mobile in the manner necessary (I’m not even one of those girls who likes chatting on the phone so it’s a little baffling why I need to top up at lightening speed).  Regardless, I go into the store and fill in the contract and was told that I would receive a text or phone call in 24-48 hours letting me know that I had switched onto the 1 month rolling plan which included a bestmate.  The guy told me that I could pick anyone for a bestmate so why wouldn’t I choose my twin from another mother who’s with 2Degrees by the way.

24 hours goes by…nothing.  48 hours comes and goes and still nothing.  Then I get a text message essentially saying – haha sucker, lines of communication are cut unless you top up!   I tried topping up by credit card and got rejected as their system refused to let me register my credit card.  So I run around like a crazy lady to the store locations only to be told that my application should have gone through and nobody knows what the problem is and to return on Sunday.  So I returned on Sunday only to read the sign on the door that says CLOSED ON SUNDAY!!! Yah.  Can you say awesome customer service!  I gave up and went to a convenience store to top up so I could resume my service once again. 

The beauty of all of this is I then get a text message at work on Monday morning that said that I had a pre-paid balance of zero dollars.  So on my lunch hour – I stormed down to the store and had a fit only to find out that they rolled me onto the contract plan and I had already started using my minutes and text message allotment for the month but they’re not sure why I was not notified of this.  I made the mistake of questioning whether or not my bestmate was setup as well so I called her to complain how annoyed I was since all texts/calls to her were free.

A couple of days later, I find out that my bestmate has yet to be set up as they rejected my twin from another mother as my bestmate.  At this point, I just handed over another number saying if he’s part of the Vodafone family then whatever, he can be my bestmate as this is getting retarded.  I was guaranteed that this number would work and they would implement it into their system but then received a text message today saying that my bestmate was not valid.  So when I stormed into the store today, they let me know that the bestmate number was in the system and were able to prove it to keep me from lashing out again.  Sadly, they still weren’t able to let me know why I received the text I did or why I was never alerted to the fact that they switched my plan.  Essentially someone else was the problem…blah blah blah.

All I can say is after all the frustration that gone into dealing with is particular telecom company – I’m glad I’m finally able to get this off my chest.  If you’re coming to New Zealand – I’m not saying one company is better than the other…just saying that my experiences with one particular company has been horrible and in my opinion (take it for what its worth) I would not recommend going with them as its been my biggest regret and time suck over the last couple of weeks.

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Are you there Recruiters? It’s me, Sharen.

Just another interview day...

 

My job hunting plan was to find one or two decent recruiters and then let them pimp me out to the most interesting prospects in New Zealand. Meeting with these recruiters has not been an easy task as I’ve been travelling all over the CBD and beyond.  My heels and I have trekked on beaches, hiked hills, and gotten lost on the way to Parnell.  Forms have been filled out and all assigned homework completed and returned in record time.  What do I have to show for my efforts to date – nothing. 

All of the recruiters that I’ve met with so far have been super positive and kept telling me that I have a valuable set of skills that are in shortage in New Zealand.  They all seem certain that they’ll be able to find something for me.  They all ask if I’d be open to the idea of being sponsored and staying in New Zealand longer.  They tell me which companies that they’d like to talk to about me and after that – nothing.  Am I being gullible and believing the lines that I’m being fed or is it just the restlessness kicking in once again? 

Maybe patience is a virtue that I’m lacking.  I’ve been advised that the best thing to do at this point is to follow-up with the recruiters and give it time to see how things work out.  Such a silly thing to say to me as its time that I’m worried about.  I’m worried that I’m sitting around in Auckland and going to these interviews that will lead nowhere when I can be out exploring the rest of New Zealand.  I’m worried that once I do get placed, I won’t have time to travel around the country the way I want and I will look back on this time and see that I’ve wasted away valuable time.  I guess I just have to keep reminding myself to take it one day at a time and when I get bored with that – maybe it’ll be time to take a little road trip…

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Home Sweet Home

The dead baby bag chillin' on my bed!

 

Saturday was moving day.  You would think that it would easy enough as all I had to do was bring myself and my clothes but that proved way more difficult than it should have been.  Please note that it had nothing to do with the fact that I was trying to function on no sleep and everything to do with the fact that I was hauling around my UK Rugby boy’s bag.  The big question is why the hell did I have this bag that was weighed as much as me and could have easily contained a dead baby.  All I agreed to do was hold onto his interview clothes and somehow I found myself dragging around the heaviest dead baby bag in the world.  In a fit of anger, I may have told everyone at the hostel that I planned to put on his Gucci shirt and new pin stripped suit and spend the rest of the day chilling in the sauna until his clothes took on a nice funk.  Whether or not I went through with my threat is another story.  

Practicing Safe Fires

 

I’m glad to report that my annoyance with the dead baby bag ended when we walked out of the elevator of our new building with keys ready to open the doors of our flat.  I couldn’t wait to finally unpack and settle in but most importantly, I got to shower and wash the hostel grime off of me.  I claimed the bedroom next to the bathroom and my twin from another mother (previously referenced as gutter slut in this blog) helped me make my bed.  As this was a rather exhausting ordeal, we fell right into bed after it was made only to look up and notice that my bedroom practices safe fires.  After giggling like little school girls, we quickly decided that I would have no other choice but to leave it up as it was the only flare that could be found in my room.   

My bedroom

 

The rest of the move went rather smoothly and was pretty much uneventful as more time was spent napping then unpacking.  The unpacking was something that I could easily procrastinate on as it didn’t make sense to start until I had a dresser.  The lack of a dresser issue had a trip to the Warehouse (NZ‘s version of Walmart) in my near future to see what I could pick up on the cheap.  Luckily, I managed to score a plastic black 4 drawer dresser for just $56.  Sadly, I also picked up a ton of other odds and ends which would make this flat a home that would add up to $200 and essentially cancel out my cheap find.  

It’s now been a couple of days since I’ve moved into my flat and I can’t stress enough how important it is to do it quickly and aggressively.  Living out of a hostel is one of those things that slowly eats away at your soul and I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.  Also, there is something about getting myself settled in a flat that makes me feel less like a tourist and more like the honorary kiwi that I came here to be. 

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