"I generally kick ass!"...hmm, maybe Im not that awesome afterall

So my tent really is awesome. Waking up to the roaring crickets and the tweeting birds is yet to get old. As a 'pom' its my role to over-dramatize the entire thing by saying something like "its like waking up in the jungle" - despite never actually going to a jungle. Well, its arguable that the paradise known as Lye could be compared to a jungle, but thats for different reasons.

I have a new mobile phone number, as my old one is now out of service. Anyone who wants to send an overpriced text can do so on +64210697469 (don't forget the '+')

I already have sunburn (I know, typical Brit), right on the back of my hands aswell. Still it could be worse, and be on the other side of my hands. Wouldn't be able to, erm, 'type' for a week or two. How gutted Id be...

Got a NZ bank account and an IRD number (think National Insurance No.) so Im all set n ready for work. Whether they are ready for me is a different question. *Fails to budge huge chip off shoulder*

Talking of which, I dropped a bollock - to put it nicely (That isn't a phrase out here just yet...) It started when I found the ideal job I've wanted in NZ - kiwi picking for a company in Tauranga, which happens to be one of my favourite places. To apply I had to send off my CV online. I also did this for several other similar, less-favourite jobs around Napier.

However the CV I was sending was not the complete version I thought, but instead a first draft that I'd started awhile ago in the UK. Now you would think this wouldn't be such a bad thing, it may be a little incomplete here and there but nothing major. Well unfortunately for me, you'd be wrong.

While summarizing my duties at the CSA I sensed the tone of my CV was a bit too...up my own arse, to put it not-so-nicely. So with a huff and a puff (no, not that kind Mr. Smarty-Pants), and bored of typing, I left the CV after typing something a humorous to only me. I later thought Id altered this little detail, but nay Id actually posted my CV all around town. Spot the bit where I got bored...

"In April, I was promoted to Executive Officer where I supervised the team and held several meetings, dealt with staff personal issues, blah blah blah and I generally kicked ass at everything - Im Awesome, employ me now."

So it goes without saying that upon discovering this, I screamed a few obscenities - and Im sure, looking back, that I invented a few aswell. Fortunately, I was alone in the house, but I can't confirm the neighbors didn't hear me. But its OK, I haven't spoke to them yet so they probably assumed the angry, vulgar English guy is Marc on a bad day.

Somehow, I dont think I'll be getting that ideal job just yet. Damn.

Well I have a new CV now - proofread it a dozen times, and it seems clean. Although knowing my luck, the words may be arranged in an unforeseen pattern that, when looked at from a distance could be seen as something else....




























Well Marc and Cress' cat, Charley Dimmocks, has decided to hog my laptop now, so I should leave him be....





















So long for now,

Nick