3,2,1, Activate [#8]
This week things have moved forward a bit which is always the right direction.
Got my tax number, so I'm in the lovely position of being able to earn and pay tax :I
Because of this I was able to nip down the KiwiBank and open an account. Banks in NZ are diferent from the UK in that you don't have to do much more than sneeze in a bank and you'll some sort of fee charged against you. 50c for ATM withdrawals, 50c for cashing a cheque, some banks even charge you for *depositing* money! Not so with the KiwiBank, it's a low end style bank for the common man, and I am a common man.
One good thing though, all landline calls to Wellington/Lower and Upper Hutt are free so yes, swings and roundabouts I guess.
I've had some useful leads about finding work too.
Having gained full Residence because 'Graphic Artist' was on the Required Skills listing doesn't necessarily mean that I'm going to be chased down the street by beautiful young HR women waving contracts at me. I've seen some interesting stuff though and putting some artwork on the blog makes it easier to promote.
I submitted my CV to Weta today so early next week I should expect a phone call with a very nice offer!!! I wish.
I have been busy around Cathiie's place still.
I put a concrete path down around the compost heap (am I really putting this on the internet?) and I cut down a table and used it as the base for a potting table. It may not exactly be a Louis XIV piece of prized furniture (I used old pallets) but it's extremely solid. So if we ever get that 8 point 5 richter earthquake, Cathie's house won't be left standing but at least she'll have somewhere to pot on her plants!
There it is, look, just waiting for the French Polishers.
We've been having a guest - uninvited but he's been sharing our meals (well poor Dvorjak's actually). We noticed a little kitten was around recently and although he's completely feral (won't let anyone near him), he's pretty cheeky. He's a master of stealth and cunning. I was settling into bed the other day with my book and this little guy ran out from under my bed, dashed over to the door, realised it was shut and there was no way out, said 'bum' under his breath then scampered back under my bed looking rather foolish. I managed to catch him (or her) and he started purring after a bit but was still desperate to leave. He's been nicking the cat food but doesn't want to take part in other family affairs. He legs it whenever he's near a human. I'd love to keep him but I don't have my own place yet. I looked up how to domesticise feral kittens, part of the article read: ...'A soft baby brush is also a good way to relax and bond with the kitten. From the very beginning your presence, tenderness and touch is the most significant event in their lives.'
I think he's past that stage!
There he is, the little scamp!
Well that's about all for this week.
posted by col @ 8:59 pm
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