Ok ok, I've been busy. Gimme a break already!
To all my demanding travelblogue "fans" around the world, I apologize for being so profusely scarce. I've been flat out with a combination of both PhD work and work to keep a roof over my head and food in my mouth. Since my last writing, I have moved out of my previous arrangement in Pukerua Bay due to it being approximately to 30 minutes from town, so in terms of driving time and petrol, it was getting to be a bit of a bear and was wearing me down both physically and mentally. On top of that, my living situation was turning into a major drag on my energy. Let me explain....
You see, my former flatmate, as darling and sweet as she was, never really clued in that her mother and the maid didn't work there, or that maybe it's not not the most considerate gesture to clop around the house at 7am in wooden heels on a hardwood floor, slamming doors when it would have been just as easy to shut it gently. I lost count of how many times I was woken up by unnecessary noise, as if there was nobody else even living there. I was also subjected to the audio version of the bathroom sex show when her and her boyfriend would "have fun" in the shower, either in the morning or at night. This didn't bother me so much except for the fact that it was right up against my bedroom. I entertained the idea of reciprocating with my own brand of noise while she was sleeping, but I figured two wrongs don't make a right.....but two lefts do. I just bided my time and dealt with it knowing I was on my way out. To do anything else was simply too much negative energy to expend.
Regarding responsibility, I guess when your parents buy you a house for a few hundred grand, you tend to take things for granted. As I mentioned, she didn't quite clue in that mommy and the maid weren't stopping in for clean up duty. The common area was almost constantly in a state of disarray, looking like a hurricane swept through the place. Dishes sat on the counter and in the sink for days on end. Dried spills on the counter sat there unattended.
The living area where the "office" was looked like a perpetual distaster zone. Now I'll be the first to confess, I get busy and things get a bit disorganized from time to time, but I do get around to giving it a good tidying from time to time. I am also concerned about those around me because I don't think it's fair to leave the common area a mess, simply out of common respect. Unfortunately, this was not reciprocated....at all. As for the privacy of the bedroom, I could care less she wanted to leave chicken carcasses under her pillow. I'm completely indifferent. But when it encroaches upon my ability to have a nice respectable place to call home, then I have to draw the line. And you might ask, "well did you say anything?" The answer is NO. By the time it really got under my skin, I had already signed a lease for my new place in Miramar. I figured that if I had to tell somebody to exercise common courtesy then they simply wouldn't understand. To me, it's common sense, but then if common sense was common, everyone would have it. We should all be so lucky
I now live in nice clean two story flat (apartment) in the Miramar part of Wellington just next ot the airport. We get a little airport noise, but it's not so bad. My new flatmate, Stuart, is absolutely PERFECT. He's the epitome of the kind, considerate, clean flatmate we all so desperately desire. He has his PhD already so he understands what I'm going through. He's gainfully employed on contract here in New Zealand from the UK. I couldn't be more pleased. In fact, everything my former flatmate was, he's the diametric polar opposite. And he's much more savvy with computers than I am, so I'm learning heaps of new tricks on the computer, HTML programming tricks, etc. As you can see in the photo, observe the profound beauty of something so simple as a clean kitchen. Observe the conspicuous absence of stains on the countertops. Life is good!
To all my demanding travelblogue "fans" around the world, I apologize for being so profusely scarce. I've been flat out with a combination of both PhD work and work to keep a roof over my head and food in my mouth. Since my last writing, I have moved out of my previous arrangement in Pukerua Bay due to it being approximately to 30 minutes from town, so in terms of driving time and petrol, it was getting to be a bit of a bear and was wearing me down both physically and mentally. On top of that, my living situation was turning into a major drag on my energy. Let me explain....
The maid called, she said she won't be in today......or ever. Clean up after yourself
You see, my former flatmate, as darling and sweet as she was, never really clued in that her mother and the maid didn't work there, or that maybe it's not not the most considerate gesture to clop around the house at 7am in wooden heels on a hardwood floor, slamming doors when it would have been just as easy to shut it gently. I lost count of how many times I was woken up by unnecessary noise, as if there was nobody else even living there. I was also subjected to the audio version of the bathroom sex show when her and her boyfriend would "have fun" in the shower, either in the morning or at night. This didn't bother me so much except for the fact that it was right up against my bedroom. I entertained the idea of reciprocating with my own brand of noise while she was sleeping, but I figured two wrongs don't make a right.....but two lefts do. I just bided my time and dealt with it knowing I was on my way out. To do anything else was simply too much negative energy to expend. You mean dried veggie juice on the countertop for 4 days isn't acceptable?
Regarding responsibility, I guess when your parents buy you a house for a few hundred grand, you tend to take things for granted. As I mentioned, she didn't quite clue in that mommy and the maid weren't stopping in for clean up duty. The common area was almost constantly in a state of disarray, looking like a hurricane swept through the place. Dishes sat on the counter and in the sink for days on end. Dried spills on the counter sat there unattended. If common sense were common, it would be a better world for all of us
The living area where the "office" was looked like a perpetual distaster zone. Now I'll be the first to confess, I get busy and things get a bit disorganized from time to time, but I do get around to giving it a good tidying from time to time. I am also concerned about those around me because I don't think it's fair to leave the common area a mess, simply out of common respect. Unfortunately, this was not reciprocated....at all. As for the privacy of the bedroom, I could care less she wanted to leave chicken carcasses under her pillow. I'm completely indifferent. But when it encroaches upon my ability to have a nice respectable place to call home, then I have to draw the line. And you might ask, "well did you say anything?" The answer is NO. By the time it really got under my skin, I had already signed a lease for my new place in Miramar. I figured that if I had to tell somebody to exercise common courtesy then they simply wouldn't understand. To me, it's common sense, but then if common sense was common, everyone would have it. We should all be so lucky Miramar
I now live in nice clean two story flat (apartment) in the Miramar part of Wellington just next ot the airport. We get a little airport noise, but it's not so bad. My new flatmate, Stuart, is absolutely PERFECT. He's the epitome of the kind, considerate, clean flatmate we all so desperately desire. He has his PhD already so he understands what I'm going through. He's gainfully employed on contract here in New Zealand from the UK. I couldn't be more pleased. In fact, everything my former flatmate was, he's the diametric polar opposite. And he's much more savvy with computers than I am, so I'm learning heaps of new tricks on the computer, HTML programming tricks, etc. As you can see in the photo, observe the profound beauty of something so simple as a clean kitchen. Observe the conspicuous absence of stains on the countertops. Life is good! 
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