Job Number two.....

The reason for the lack of blogs is that I've had to wait this long for enough interesting stories. No major events have happened since last time, aside from the odd drunken caper.
First bit of news is that I lost the call centre job after two days, which sadly is nowhere near my record for shortest ever employment. The agency gave a few vague reasons, apparently the training manager didn't think any of the new temps were working out so dropped all of us. It turned out to be a blessing as I asked the agency about a job I heard about through a mate and am now working for Telstraclear, the rival phone network here. The job is telesales, calling people up and trying to convince them to change networks there and then. To be begin with I got no sales everyday, apparently I wasn't being annoying or stubborn enough (that's what they actually told me, which again is a first). Now I'm getting into it. It's a great place to be working, and I think I'm actually the normal one for once.
Other news is scarce. On the same day that I lost my first job I won a $100 bar tab at my hostel for winning a Full Monty Contest. It involved nudity, shaving and mars bars, but I won't go into too much detail. Those readers who would like to view a complete graphic account of the night should send a postal order for a hundred pounds to Mart, Auckland 1008, New Zealand.
The other major event is that I've got a place to live now, it's a former retirement village and very quiet and white like a prison. The guy I see the most there is a crazy old pensioner from Kent in a wheelchair who crashes around the place on wine and tells me i'm deaf. He's okay, though he seems to know everything that everybody else is doing there. I've not seen him recently as I bet him 20 bucks that James I was the king at the time of the Gunpowder plot, he says Charles II, he said he'd check his book and I haven't seen him since.
So, it's a crazy rock n roll lifestyle here in Auckland. Things are okay though, it's good not being in the hostel as it was getting depressing meeting friends and then saying goodbye as they headed off somewhere cool. I met up with Harold from the States who I met in Thailand on Friday, we had a laugh and I know that I'll always have a place to crash in California. We spent most of the night comparing how British and Americans say things or spell things, which almost beats the excitement from my Gunpowder plot debate. But like most other people I've met he's now off to Fiji, dammit.
Anyway, I reckon things will continue to be slow for a while, I've been offered a second job at a pool club, but want to be leaving Auckland for somewhere better by the end of August. Saving for South Africa will be a long process it seems, but if I can win strip contests every week around the city that should pay for socialising.