Working Man

So I promised myself this site wouldn't be updated daily with mundane details, but I suppose the first day of work is something to write home about, and if nothing else, I'm sure my parents are eager to hear.

I'm working in Newmarket (10 minute drive from my place, hour bus ride) at Westfield Mall Headquarters. I suppose its fitting after going on a month long binge of the television show The Office, that that's where I've now ended up, albeit lacking all the hilarious awkwardness.

I'm...getting used to it? (When do I get to go backpacking and pick fruit to earn a nights accommodation before moving on to a new location?!?! Whenwhenwhenwhen)

Though in all seriousness, its not bad at all, and actually gearing up to be pretty interesting. I'm personal assistant to a lady named Deb, who handles all of the public relations jazz for Auckland's Malls. For the most part, so I've vaguely been informed, I'll be helping her on the newsletter: proofreading, interviewing, and other related tasks (apparently they want me, at a later point, to write a piece on my experiences moving to NZ).

I say vaguely, because an hour and a half into it all, literally seconds after I just learn how to operate the office e-mail, Deb comes up to me and goes "So there's been a slight change of plans for your day." At which point, I hop in her car and she drives me to the mall in Glenfield, which is roughly 5 minutes from my place, after taking an hour bus into Newmarket, where I'm thrown into the frenzy, helping a lady named Monique with all sorts of odd tasks. These jobs including calling up 100 different stores to inquire about RSPs to a mall event ("Hi! This is Nathan from the Centre Management Office. I'm calling to see if you know how many staff from your store are planning on attending the Dinosaur Sand Sculpture event on Wednesday at 6:15") and counting out over a thousand mall contest submissions.

At this point I'm just expecting to wing it every day.