Weeks 5 & 6 Recap

I’m now at the stage where I need to check back when I last posted anything – not that it was that long ago but the days are going a bit oddly here. [check check] – I need to account for two weeks or so again.


Most of the past block of time was revolving around me moving out of the “old place” and moving into the new one. This meant that strictly speaking of calendar weeks there wasn’t a lot to account for between Monday and Saturday of the first of the two, apart from the fact that the last few days in the rented house/room where I originally started was a bit funny because I had to move to a smaller room, which involved attempting to move the bed frame as well. That didn’t quite happen because the bed frame didn’t fit through the doors and upon disassembly we decided that it’s not worth the whole fuss, I’d just sleep on the mattress. That aside little happened in that place.

The moving to the new place was quite straightforward, at least on my side, as in I took my stuff and that was it. The furniture that I ordered was less straightforwardly arriving. I spent a good $300ish on shopping for various household items and food (mostly household items, but since there’s no decent cheap food here, unlike in London, I had to start cooking, again unlike in London.) I also got a present from the girlfriend (who is still in London), she bought me a rice cooker online, one of the nicer ones that is. Awww. I even bought a $1 mug, which was branded “Necessities” and it promptly lost its handle by Monday morning, so either that the handle doesn’t count as a necessity, or that I really didn’t get my money’s worth.


As mentioned, the move date for me was the 3rd December, and the delivery for furniture was set for the 6th, meaning I knew I was going to sleep on the floor for a few days, which worked out reasonably okay, I got some decent sleeps and some crappy ones, largely depending on whether I managed to keep my makeshift pillow in one piece or if it’d fallen apart during the night. The delivery of the furniture was a bit messed up. I ordered three things, really, a bed, a desk and a couch, the latter two from a charity shop, the bed new. As it would be, the two delivery teams managed to arrive spot on at the same time, but luckily about five minutes after the post-earthquake inspection team has left. Here’s the rundown for what worked and what didn’t. The couch didn’t fit through the door, so it was eventually returned to the shop where I got a store credit, rather than cash back – fair enough, I still need stuff they sell and it’s not too bad. The desk came in okay, though we needed my toolkit to assemble it because they didn’t have one. The base of the bed also came in okay, but the bed itself was the wrong size, so it was returned. I got the correct one a day later.

The apartment allegedly comes with an internet connection but it hasn’t been set up yet. Apparently, it’s something on the provider’s side that’s not being handled properly, which means I’m offline for most of the time. This isn’t entirely terrible because my phone is still online and there’s a lot of free Wi-Fi in town, so for example I spent about two hours in a Burger King on Monday evening abusing the free “CBD Wi-Fi”, skyping w/ parents, downloading the latest episodes of Westworld and Ash vs Evil Dead. Also, while I’m trying to keep myself out of the apartment and be amongst humans, failing that I’ve smartly prepared for the offline period by pre-downloading some gem games from the mid-90s, such as XCOM 3, Diablo 1 & 2 and a few other similar titles. Diablo 1/Warcraft 2 need a Win2000 virtual computer to run, which I also have. Ninja.

At least the view from the balcony is nice. There are even stars around here when it’s not fully cloudy, unlike in London. One of my friends that live near Orpington (zone 6 of “London”) said that given that she’s living “in the countryside” she could also see stars. Well, it feels like living in the countryside here too! [from a good may points actually].



Work has been ongoingly quiet and/or even non-existent. It’s interesting how open people are about the fact that they don’t do anything around here, or that they don’t like things. Specific example: we had a team meeting of sorts where we discussed that even those that do have proper remote access aren’t doing more than 2 hours of work a day. That fact by itself isn’t surprising but I find it unusual to say in front of management, especially with the tone of showing off – seems they’re pretty relaxed here. The other thing is that there’s a fair bit of resentment about how the whole “business continuity” process is being handled and how inconvenient it is – more to the point that it’s possible that disruption owing to the lack of access to the main office might continue for up to a year or beyond.
This puts both the employees at an inconvenience and the company as well, however the whole thing is a catch-22. On the logical side of things what happened was an earthquake that displaced some thousand employees across the city, most of which were previously working in single large offices that belonged to their employers – in our case we’re talking about 1100 people in a 12 storey office building (well, half of that space was us, so 6 levels with the same number of people) – there are no free office buildings in the city that can accommodate this number of people at short notice, especially not enough of them that can accommodate a number of companies with similar volumes of people. Moreover, a lot of corporate and personal items have been left behind in the office that are still off limits for all sort of reasons. Get the problem? Long story short, shit hit the fan. The more emotional side of the problem is that obviously, this cannot be simply solved in the short term by anyone. What’s amusing is how employees are voicing their concerns. Some have openly said they’d quit if certain things happened or failed to happen, such as being moved to an off-Wellington location (which is likely and doesn’t entice me either too much) or keeping on being disorganised as a company (which is also likely), and so on. Interesting times ahead. As much as I don’t plan on having kids, however long I stay here, it will be quite an interesting story to tell “the kids”.

[social life]

One of the key points of settling in and generally feeling like a human being is to have others around – well either I am, or my environment is failing at that miserably and annoyingly. After a month and a half, I managed to have a whopping total of 1 coffee with another, not work related person. That after a good dozen meetups or more. Part of the problem is that there are no meetups here, or at least very few, and even those get postponed/cancelled too often. Even “festivals” are small scale, when they even happen. This Saturday was supposed to see the “Very Welly Christmas” festival, which wasn’t really advertised anywhere, but nonetheless they closed down Lambton Quay for the whole weekend for it. That’s like closing Oxford Street (or more precisely, given Wellington is considerably smaller than London, closing the whole of Westminster altogether), difficult to miss once you’re in town. Well, Santa was scheduled to appear at noon, followed by a variety of activities over the weekend. By 2pm when I got there, everything was gone. Even the bloody stages were being packed up at the time. At least I hit my daily step count.

Life is really structured differently here. Based on conversations I’ve had with various locals on where and how to socialise, it appears to me that most people prefer bars and pubs and because most of the younger people don’t have the money to live by themselves, they’d meet people via university or shared houses. Neither of which applies to me. Being PC isn’t much of a thing here though. A S-American colleague of mine suggested a few places to go out if I want to meet people (all clubs, which I’m not interested in) – but warned me against some specific locations are frequented b by “a lot of large, brown people with strong body odours”. Political correctness above all. I’ve heard a few other comments regarding just about everyone by now that’s not white. Not that I cared, I don’t teach protocol, but it’s amusing after all these London years, where even hinting at the fact that someone factually has a skin colour (rather than being transparent altogether) carries a capital punishment.


I’ve mentioned this before but I started cooking. Even ingredients portions in the store are family sized. It’s nigh impossible to buy half a kilo of chicken (boneless) because of course a family would eat through much more than that in no time so meat ingredients are 800-1400gms. Yeah and for me it’s a struggle to eat the same stuff for days on else they go off. Joy.  Same for flour. The smallest package I found in the second largest store in town is 1.5kg. I’ll be back in Europe by the time I finish up that much….

In terms of producing food, rather than complaints, I managed to do a few steaks (some more rare than others but I like it that way, more of a coincidence at this stage though), as well as experimenting with basic fish foods etc. I’ll try something Hungarian early next week, now that I found sour cream and some spices too. I also have some Chinese dumplings to do at some stage. Aside from successes, I had to discard one of the cheap plastic kitchen tools after it has proven not to be heat resistant. I guess that wasn’t a necessity either.

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