Jobs and coffees and clubs
No photos to post I'm afraid. Just a little window into my wandering world at the moment.
I've moved in and out of my first flat in Wellington. I made some good friends quickly, but the house was moldy, the landlord rubbish, and some housemates unreliable. So after much stressful house-hunting I'm in a wonderful house on the top of a (very high) hill. It's a long walk to the hospital where I work, but a beautiful one. Last night the clouds were rolling around at the height of the house, the lights of Wellington peacefully shining through the mist, and I was glad I've made the effort to move. The housemates are mature, the rent almost as cheap (about 35 pounds a week), but the rooms are bigger and more beautiful, and the atmosphere warm and peaceful.
The job sitch is tumultuous but hopeful. My job rostering doctors has mushroomed into a fully-fledged specialist admin, don't-talk-to-me-now-I'm-doing-important-things affair. My managers are almost useless, I have received laughably little training, and the responsibility I hold as a temp is even more laughable. But the doctors are super friendly and helpful (they know it's not an easy job), and I've worked myself into a position where if I quit now the useless managers will be in trouble. So I put in an application for a big pay rise today. I should be getting around 23 dollars an hour, which is super good for NZ. I was expecting to earn about 13 when I got here. $23 translates to about 8 pounds an hour, but considering the cost of living is cheaper here, works out much better, more like 12 pounds an hour.
SO, if all goes well my overdraft will be gone, I'll have enough for a flight from London-Bangkok for the next adventure, and maybe enough to do the TEFL course I'm dreaming of. I'm already planning my adventures around the south island of NZ. All is bright and rosy...
But working 10+ hour days is leaving me little room for anything else, especially computer-related, so I apologise for the way this blog has slipped into nothingness. When life is settled, I'm working only 40 hour weeks, I'll start being interesting again.
I'm changing fast from a monk-like introvert to someone with friends, lunches, coffees and nights out. This really is a massive step, and perhaps harder to handle than the getting a job. I didn't plan to become sociable again, but a few wonderful people stepped into my life and I didn't have a great deal of choice.
If this means anything to anyone, I've also hooked up with the 'spirited exchanges' crowd in Wellington. They're into post-church free-thinking Christ-centred spirituality (lots of words!) or something like that, and I think will provide stimulating discussion. I'm still marvelling at the insights of Tich Nath Hanh, am learning to cook Thai food, and am otherwise sleeping.
All in all, life is full, but good.
I've moved in and out of my first flat in Wellington. I made some good friends quickly, but the house was moldy, the landlord rubbish, and some housemates unreliable. So after much stressful house-hunting I'm in a wonderful house on the top of a (very high) hill. It's a long walk to the hospital where I work, but a beautiful one. Last night the clouds were rolling around at the height of the house, the lights of Wellington peacefully shining through the mist, and I was glad I've made the effort to move. The housemates are mature, the rent almost as cheap (about 35 pounds a week), but the rooms are bigger and more beautiful, and the atmosphere warm and peaceful.
The job sitch is tumultuous but hopeful. My job rostering doctors has mushroomed into a fully-fledged specialist admin, don't-talk-to-me-now-I'm-doing-important-things affair. My managers are almost useless, I have received laughably little training, and the responsibility I hold as a temp is even more laughable. But the doctors are super friendly and helpful (they know it's not an easy job), and I've worked myself into a position where if I quit now the useless managers will be in trouble. So I put in an application for a big pay rise today. I should be getting around 23 dollars an hour, which is super good for NZ. I was expecting to earn about 13 when I got here. $23 translates to about 8 pounds an hour, but considering the cost of living is cheaper here, works out much better, more like 12 pounds an hour.
SO, if all goes well my overdraft will be gone, I'll have enough for a flight from London-Bangkok for the next adventure, and maybe enough to do the TEFL course I'm dreaming of. I'm already planning my adventures around the south island of NZ. All is bright and rosy...
But working 10+ hour days is leaving me little room for anything else, especially computer-related, so I apologise for the way this blog has slipped into nothingness. When life is settled, I'm working only 40 hour weeks, I'll start being interesting again.
I'm changing fast from a monk-like introvert to someone with friends, lunches, coffees and nights out. This really is a massive step, and perhaps harder to handle than the getting a job. I didn't plan to become sociable again, but a few wonderful people stepped into my life and I didn't have a great deal of choice.
If this means anything to anyone, I've also hooked up with the 'spirited exchanges' crowd in Wellington. They're into post-church free-thinking Christ-centred spirituality (lots of words!) or something like that, and I think will provide stimulating discussion. I'm still marvelling at the insights of Tich Nath Hanh, am learning to cook Thai food, and am otherwise sleeping.
All in all, life is full, but good.
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