Employed!

I have a job! Woohoo! It's in TV too. After loads of interviews I finally got a job offer from my first choice this week. I will be working here entering programme promos into the system and suchlike.

I'm starting on Monday so my four week holiday/unemployment will finally be over.

Sweet.....

Gutted

Not only did Radiohead play their long awaited Hammersmith Apollo gig over the weekend that I couldn't go to because I had to come back here, but apparently the Boosh boys were there as well. Damn you Thom Yorke, why must you frustrate me so! Radiohead had better get their arses down to NZ (or at the very least Oz) sometime soon. That's all I'm saying....

In other news, the girls and I, in our efforts to get out and do something different in order to avoid the inertia/boredom that can set in living in Auckland, decided to accompany my parents (yes I know how sad this sounds) to a lovely semi-local chain pub. It was an interesting experience. I'm sure the regular patrons had never seen the likes of us rock on up there. By which I mean (and I am not being vain saying this) we were the hottest women there. So of course we got hit on about 50 million times by the best dregs of men West Auckland can offer. Those of you from the West will know exactly what I mean. You London types, just think of the American road movies with all sorts of redneck/hillbilly types in and you will sort of understand what I mean. My favourite pickup artist of the night was the bloke and his mates who tried to win us with their extremely drunken dancing then tried to talk to us but his speech was so drunken and garbled we couldn't understand a word he was saying.

It was a strange night to say the least, but we now know for sure not to go to the Cock and Bull Lynfield. I will be sticking to Auckland Central from now on.

Teh Gay

While watching Oliver Stone's epic flop Alexander, my younger brother expressed surprise that he flaunted his interest in boys so openly. I then had to explain to my brother the concept of Greek love.... Heh.

Needless to say he was rather taken aback.

Mmm...creamy....

Old Gregg has been at my parents liquor cabinet....



"Captain Cabinets/trapped in cabinets/can he get out/will he get out/course he can"

And if you don't get that, go watch the Mighty Boosh. Now!

I've just realised it's exactly two weeks since I arrived back on the fair shores of Aotearoa. Here's a breakdown of just exactly what I've achieved since I got back.

1 job offer (Boring Engineering firm so turned down of course)

1 lot of Wendys

1 pair of Converse sneakers

1 top from the House of G (still no 1 NZ shop in my heart, heh)

2 low key nights out (I forgot how expensive it is to drink in town!)

2 CDs (Whoops)

3 days of window (and actual) shopping

3 meat pies

4 interviews (am getting sick of recruitment agencies)

5 lots of takeaways

6 job applications

7 bus rides

15+ hours of Mighty Boosh viewing (Thanks again Sadie!! Daytime television sucks. And the Boosh rule!!)

24+ hours of movie viewing on Sky (As above. Thank goodness for Sky.)

36 hours of internet surfing

100 million card games on SolSuite 2002

As you can see it's been very productive. Heh.