Out of the Mouths of Babes

Craig accepted his job offer yesterday and promptly marched off down to the Kiwi Bank armed with his passport and letter of employment which allow him to request an IRD number. Hs first shift is on Thursday. No luck finding anyone else a job yet. There appears to be something of a dearth of IT related work in this neck of the woods. Sam is also being a little too choosy which is causing a bit of friction. Phoebe added to this by telling her to "just get a job".

The recruitment agency I went to see a couple of weeks back have apparently circulated my details to "almost all ICT (and related) businesses in the bay". We will see what drops out. I have also sent a couple of CV's out to a couple of places and I'm seeing another agency tomorrow. I have to admit to feeling somewhat bored and at a loose end right now. I've not been this idle since I was a student - and that takes some doing. On the plus side, I've learnt and committed two more pieces of music to memory and I *will* learn Rondo Rodeo if it kills me.

We've all just finished watching season one of The Fringe, which seems like a cross between Lost and the X Files. Not sure if it's aired in the UK, but it's worth a look if it appears.

The girls are setting in at school. Rhiannon appears to have hooked up with three other girls, has come second in a sprint race, joint first in a ukulele lesson and 2nd in a maths test which has apparently resulted in a change of maths class. She's also decided to go to the forthcoming school camp in Wellington at the insistence of her new friends, so we will be loosing here for a week. There is a god...Imogen has made quite a few friends, but seems to hate school itself (no change there). She's such a lazy bones and detests doing anything that involves more than minimal effort. Getting her to do her homework is a challenge and is frequently a battle of wills. The littl'uns have made lots of friends too, and really enjoy the national anthem singing and the "jump jam" aerobic work out that they do every morning. I believe playing the Madagascar theme music may have been an error that they won't repeat, such was the enthusiasm of the participation.

I rang the AA insurance bods to report our new address. It seems that as the Mirth Mobile is now garaged when not in use, I can expect a $20 refund on the premium. The bad news is that they're sending a cheque and this will cost a few cents to deposit. No such thing as free banking in NZ, although to be fair Westpac have only charged $10 each for the two debit cards so far.

The waste disposal thingy continues to provide amusement. Di dropped a spoon in it while it was doing its thing. Fortunately it landed cheap plastic handle down in the grindy bit and didn't do any damage. It merely sat in the mechanism and spun round with the spoon bit flinging all the teabags around the sink with the occasional one attaining escape velocity.