Should not have skipped class. Well, the weather turned, and I was tired, and it was my first proper dinner in a few days, and excuses excuses. Don't tell my mother, okay?
I don't actually know if today was good or bad, because it definitely wasn't a normal one. First off, after all my preparation and having done the Stupid O'Clock thing forever now, I was two minutes late for the train. Not even that. I could literally run my hand along the carriages as it moved out. I was so sure I was going to make it, I normally do my house to the station in ten minutes. But, it either left early or I'm not as good as I thought I was. Oops. After I turned up (and while I was busy failing to supress a temper tantrum), a taxi had also turned up late, and I decided possibly stupidly, that I could race the train to the next station, about twenty mnutes south. Trains have straight lines. Country roads round here, don't. I didn't think I'd catch it anyway, but I thought I'd try. I turned up, after speeding at Dumbfuck speeds in pre-dawn darkness AND torrential rain, and on the teeny tiny little Shannon railway station platform was a taxi, a guy looking pretty flustered and the taxi driver, on his phone. We had no idea if the train had already been or not, I assumed that's what the driver was trying to find out. So this guy and I start to talking about how dare TranzMetro run their trains two minutes early, when we find out from a passing local that we were indeed too late. Eh, like I was going to be that lucky. I offered to give him a lift into Wellington. It was possibly just as well I turned up, as his driver couldn't go any further south.
And I had a quarter tank of petrol left. *frets*
My new friend's name was Ian, and he worked as a media officer for the NZ Nurses Organisation, and was on his way to work in the city. We got to talking about minimum wages, recent union actions in various health ssectors, the weather, the state of the roads, our respective jobs (he'd done lab work with MedLab, which I thought was neat, seeing as I almost worked there once...), and we really had a good old time. The traffic was pretty standard, head-on collision at the intersection at Waikanae, roadworks at McKay's Crossing again, more wind and rain, and we made it in time, as expected, really late. In return for the lift, Ian gave me the use of a free carpark at the hotel he was staying at right at the top of Willis Street, which was totally freaking cool, because parking in town is possibly the dumbest thing any living person can do.
Anyway. I killed an hour and a half wandering about until I had to catch my train at 10. Note to anyone in the station looking for coffee and a muffin? Don't go to the one in the concourse, you won't get what you ordered, and you will probably end up running late to your train waiting around for it. Listened to
Soviet Kitsch (*high fives B.* Love it THIS MUCH.) and watched the heavy squalls make their way down the harbour, as I headed up the Hutt. I find the place okay, it was a good walk, and it just started to pour down as I turned up. AgriQuality is a government facility, where they basically test anything to do with farm produce, imported food and stock feed. The labs? Oh, I think I feel in love, rows upon rows of HPLC machines, wide open bench spaces, ohhhh. I had applied for the position of sample reception technician, and where I would be is where samples would come in, they'd be registered on the network, and pre-testing would be carried out, and at the other end, samples are disposed of. (Oh. Should I say one of the technicians working there is Czech? Tee hee!) The interview itself went better than I thought, I did stutter a bit and had a few brain blips, but I am sure I went okay. Even though I was drenched through and exhausted. I want to work there! I really, really do! Of course if I did get the job I'd have to move there, but that's the next thing I have to worry about; they're going to ring me back to say if I got a second interview.
*deep breath*
Since the weather had started to pack in, my interviewer offered me a lift back to Woburn train station (gah, that was so nice, too) and just as I turn up, it REALLY began to rain. I get to the shelter, and suddenly the rain is going horizontal and the lightning made me jump. I was on the phone to Mum, who I couldn't hear at all, at the time and I yelped when the thunder crashed. Then my phone cut out. I had twenty minutes to wait (and read my book, and plug in my iPod: I had the Arcade Fire's EP to tide me over) in a shelter that wasn't much of a shelter at all, with two other people trying to get their phones to work, and just getting
soaked. This was when I texted S. and C. to say that help help I'm drowning somewhere in the Hutt Valley. It only got worse. By the time I got to Wellington, and a nice warm Earl Grey (scalding, actually, but that was actually a good thing, considering
how fucking cold it was, the rain was almost solid, and the as-quick-as-I-could-go-with-hot-tea dash from the station up to Lambton Quay, I should have just swum there. By now I decided to stuff doing anything further in town and walked back to the car. A good half hour walk, turned into an hour. Partly because I stopped ina few CD and book stores, and under advice to 'treat myself' (doctor's orders, I swear!) and picked up a copy of
Non Violence: The History of a Dangerous Idea by Mark Kurlansky, which I shall be reaing *after* the Sikorsky, hee. And it took me quite a while to actually get OUT of the city, but when it comes to navigating my way out of unfamiliar places, I am, sorry to say, at one with the pigeon. I was out of there, no hassles whatsoever. Except for the traffic. And the second head on collision just out of the Terrace Tunnel. And seeing as I've not driven to Wellington for quite a while, I had forgotten how awful the roads and the drivers are. I was literally praying to my car to not stall and roll backwards down the Nguranga Gorge. just as I was praying that other cars would stop trying TO KILL ME. But, they breed them tough in Palmerston North, and I put my foot down and got aggressive. Well, more aggressive. And it worked, my car didn't roll downhill or get side-swiped by trucks and courier vans and ha ha on them.
I met Mum in Titahi Bay (I was supposed to get a lift back home with her, if everything went to plan and I had caught the damn morning train), and we both drove back north, carefully as possible, there was still surface flooding and strong winds. Aaand I get home, and vegetate, eat a nice dinner, skip class and scoff an entire bag of Reese's Pieces. Certainly a day well spent.
More work tomorrow, more non-sleep tomorrow, and more trying to catch up with people who actually have lives and actual interesting things going on. And I'm sure I'm forgetting a lot of important things, but if they were important, I'd remember them.
Is it contrary of me to say I want the sun back, and the Daylight Savings to just hurry up and die already? Though I'd rather it not be hot and sticky and never again with the thunderstorms tonight, please, I barely got three hours last night. And I couldn't sleep it off on the train. How about that.
There is no need for them to be playing Keane this late at night, so I'm going to turn the TV off and forget I even saw it. *yawns*