Well, it has taken 32 years to wake up to the fact that NZ is probably not for me. I have been quiet for the last month or two as everything that seems to come to mind is an outpouring of bile on one topic or another. Most recently, I have been trying to figure out what to do with my job as my illustrious employer seems hell bent on chasing rainbows and ripping the guts out of the organisation. The whole problem had a spotlight put on it lately as in the not too distant future my better half is also going to have to make the big decision of whether to stay or go.
Many scenarios were thrown around as to what to do. I even approached the usual suspects to see if we could put together a beneficial move to Wellington, but it would seem this can’t be done. Over the ditch it looks to be then. So for my 32nd birthday it looks as though my primary job will be to get a tire for my beloved bike and try and find a buyer. For god’s sake NZ, would it really kill you to try and see the bigger picture? Ignorant fools following processes they can’t or won’t comprehend will be the death of this place....

The Dragon