"This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never.Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture and blowing the crows,the smoke"

So I uh, loath my job.
Not that myself or anyone else who has an inkling of who I am as a person saw potential for a loving partnership in a mall support office setting but to be honest, I thought this would be less painful.
This isn't the cliche rant set to the tune of Office Space quotes. This is, I wake up in the morning exhausted, not from lack of sleep, but rather crisis of morals and priorities. Yes this gets kinda heavy. You've been warned.
Now granted, there are a few superficial qualms embedded in the clash. I'd imagine short of the heavily drugged/lobotomized demographics, few would find fulfillment in spending 9-5:30 barring one hour break, loading up Summer Fashion 08, item by item, onto a website. Apparently PA assistant also includes the job description of Marketing Temp. Go figure.
But that's all on the surface. And nothing that a few drinks at the bar after work can't heal. No, my real problem is that there is so much shit going down across the globe, on social environmental and political levels, and there are too many areas to count where people need help, resources, and often times just a simple voice.
That's all happening...and I'm loading the new Satin Wrap Top from Staxs, compete with a "don't miss out!" description and recommended body shape. (Women, feel self conscious!)

It's one thing to do nothing. It's a whole 'nother monster to be moving backwards.


Fuck its aggravating. Anyway, here are a few pictures to even out all the words. I have Monday off for Labour Day weekend and I'm heading down south to Rotorua. I'm ecstatic. Getting back to the original point of this whole trip. Adventure with little more set in stone than a ticket and a hostel reservation.