week has passed without significant events. I distributed a few resumes and without conviction also because I still can not work in reality. To do this I need the IRD number is that by which I can (happy) to pay taxes. To get it just go to the post office with some paperwork. The problem is that with the other paperwork also includes a driver's license - as you might guess - in My case is in Italian and do not take shit.
Therefore we are currently without my license since it is located in a prestigious office in Queen Street where diligent translators authorized by the government are translating my license in order to make it valid for menate tape. I catch will be solved when the post office and the IRD.
's not all: with my license translated, my passport and 22 Euros in my hand I can bear (and I) at a certain office. They look at the above things, I will do the eye test and I will deliver the pink sheet that will help me to drive while I wait to spend a week, because I need time to be delivered my new, sexy and valid license nuovozelandese equal to that which anyone born here.
Apart from this week's I met some Italians who live here. It 's weird, I turned first to the Italian city without seeing it anywhere, then one day I met a guy in Rovereto around the city, and from that time, Italians everywhere. Like mushrooms. All nice, all right, and now I know where to go for a coffee like ours though, I must admit, I am developing a boundless passion for cafe-latte with cinnamon, which leads me to burn at least € 4 per day from Starbucks. I have to limit myself.
Today I meet with my roommate and I take possession of my room. Since I do not know how it goes and how I will stay in that house so I will not even internet to check e-mail updates and I'll still count on C. So the plan of the day is to go to buy sheets and various cocks and, while we have a decent jacket to face various interviews.
This weekend we were in a town called Hamilton to find the family of C. Nice weekend but the city was so miserable and pointless that I have not even took a picture.
My diet is now officially with almond eyes. Vietnamese, Thai, Korean, Japanese, Filipino, Malaysian, Chinese ... I do not even remember how it's done with a knife. With stirrers I do constantly shitting but many of the people mentioned above do not, but use a fork and spoon. Yes, cut with a spoon and a fork to push food on it and yum. One gets used. And then you go to these beautiful places that you walk out that ghetto smell of various foods ... yum yum.
For transport there are problems, I saw that for better or worse every bus goes downtown and they put us like 20 minutes to get there, passing through the station every 5 minutes, then no problem. Then bring all that I am going to live in the other house that is even closer to the center will be even easier, bike and go.
there is more to say, here goes everything perfectly, you should come to make us jump.
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