I’m goin’ back to Invers

Alright, for the sake of this blog, I’m going to pretend this is just as catchy as “I’m goin back to Cali.” Lucky for me, I have quite a good imagination and hoping that all of my readers do, too. Not too sure how ll cool j would feel about it though. Since my last update, Heather has departed and returned to the good ol’ us of a. We spent our last few days together in Christchurch. There was rugby, dance parties, attempts at getting some uptight kiwis to loosen up, attempts at getting a loose kiwi to straighten up and general shenanigans. We had a great trip with some highlights including: Heather’s four (I think she was named customer of the month) bungee jumps, skydiving, walking fox glacier, tramping abel tasman, living off the land in Marlborough sounds, Heather’s first nz hitchhiking and couchsurfing experiences and lots of laughs.

After her departure, I headed back down south (ps. Heather, no bathroom breaks the whole way there and I beat the google time by 90 minutes. It made my day!) to Invercargill. I am thus far, unsuccessfully, attempting to find work in the area and living with someone I will refer to only as “my special friend.” When I revealed to him that I have a blog to capture all of my noteworthy moments on the road, he wasn’t particularly keen to be a featured player. While I will protect his anonymity, I might have to give him a code name so that I don’t have to keep referring to him as my special friend. Maybe John? Or something more exotic like Juan? Well, if he gets a code name, I feel it’s only fair I should, too. Maybe I’ll start referring to myself as Nikita. Or maybe not.

So the job search is on in Invercargill. I am finding that there is a great need for dairy farm managers. I am wondering if my one week on the farm would make me a qualified applicant? Past experiences: Milked a cow for 3 days. Named a cow. Collected a dozen eggs. Yep, I’m sure I’d be a shoe in. Other than that, I had a walk around town to see if there were any signs up in windows. Sure enough, there is only one in the whole town at Coco Bella, the lingerie store. Sweet. Juan seemed quite keen on that idea. shocking. But, I’ve been working on my resume and will attempt to go door to door on Monday. I’m sure that my years working at Philz Coffee, Barney’s Gourmet Hamburgers and the Cheesecake Factory will really pay off for me. Time shall tell. Other than that, I am test driving gyms in the area. Right now I have a one week pass to the YMCA. Every time I go in there, all I think to myself is all I want for Christmas is my TRX. The trx revolution has not yet made it’s way to the new Zealand ymca. Well, neither have resistance bands, towels, soap, shampoo or conditioner. Hopefully you’re getting the picture. We’re talking bare bones. I’m also looking for some social outlets. Thus far I have only come up with an organization looking for volunteers for their suicide hotline. Can you say wild and crazy good times? Invercargill is a hotbed of activity, let me tell you. But, I did manage to rally a few couchsurfers for a meet up next week. The group has been basically defunct so it’s very possible that I could be sitting at a table nursing a drink solo come Friday night. But my hopes are high until then. Alright, party people, I am off.

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