Dear Napier: please stop demanding that I have a car
Searching for a job in Napier is, um, difficult. And by difficult I mean basically impossible, which I should have expected what with it having the lowest employment rates in all of New Zealand. I seriously, seriously considered applying for work on the railway, but apparently you need special qualifications even for that. WHAT THE HELL, NAPIER, HAVE YOU NO MINIMUM-WAGE RETAIL OUTLETS AT ALL?
So anyway, life continues to revolve around going to Starbucks, using their internet for an hour, going home, watching TV, and banging my head gently against the drywall. At least I have projects to work on, like how to make a man-eating, house-sized frill-necked dragon look cuddly.
In the meantime, you may remember that a while ago I was a runner on a classmate's film. Well, he finished editing it and posted it on YouTube! Nosebleed. See that door covered in newspaper and spraypainted red? I did that!
So anyway, life continues to revolve around going to Starbucks, using their internet for an hour, going home, watching TV, and banging my head gently against the drywall. At least I have projects to work on, like how to make a man-eating, house-sized frill-necked dragon look cuddly.
In the meantime, you may remember that a while ago I was a runner on a classmate's film. Well, he finished editing it and posted it on YouTube! Nosebleed. See that door covered in newspaper and spraypainted red? I did that!