and I am finding it very hard to go to work, or get dressed for that matter. Do you think I can go to work in my jamas? I'm sure no-one would notice cause my jama top is a Swazi bush t-shirt (go have a look at the photo on Swazi's homepage, cause that's what weather is like here at the moment but darker) but I would have to wear pants. They may notice that I think.
So other work 'issues' I've had of late. On Monday I lost a British (she is from Northern Ireland, and I don't care what the history is, two countries on such a small island just doesn't make sense to me) exchangee.
Seriously, I was having a fit racking my brain trying to find this girl who was meant to arrive in Auckland last Sunday morning. Admittedly, I had forgotten about organising anyone to meet her but then I figured she was a big girl and would be able to fend for herself cause it's not like Auckland is deepest, darkest Africa or anything. After all I was 18, fresh out of school when I flew to California by myself to meet with people I didn't even know what they looked like and that worked out fantastically well.
On Monday evening I discovered that blessed Icelandic volcano had kept her in Belfast (or nearby countryside cause she is a farmer girl) and she isn't due to arrive until Saturday morning of this weekend which makes her almost in line with all the other exchangees (who I have no idea where they are either but they have a meeting point at Maccas on Sunday).
McDonalds is the travellers oasis. Reliable, visible, warm and with clean loos - good old McDonalds. Always there.
Right I need eat my breakfast steak, get away from this warm fire, shower and put some pants on and go to work.... uggggghhhh!
So other work 'issues' I've had of late. On Monday I lost a British (she is from Northern Ireland, and I don't care what the history is, two countries on such a small island just doesn't make sense to me) exchangee.
Seriously, I was having a fit racking my brain trying to find this girl who was meant to arrive in Auckland last Sunday morning. Admittedly, I had forgotten about organising anyone to meet her but then I figured she was a big girl and would be able to fend for herself cause it's not like Auckland is deepest, darkest Africa or anything. After all I was 18, fresh out of school when I flew to California by myself to meet with people I didn't even know what they looked like and that worked out fantastically well.
On Monday evening I discovered that blessed Icelandic volcano had kept her in Belfast (or nearby countryside cause she is a farmer girl) and she isn't due to arrive until Saturday morning of this weekend which makes her almost in line with all the other exchangees (who I have no idea where they are either but they have a meeting point at Maccas on Sunday).
McDonalds is the travellers oasis. Reliable, visible, warm and with clean loos - good old McDonalds. Always there.
Right I need eat my breakfast steak, get away from this warm fire, shower and put some pants on and go to work.... uggggghhhh!
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