Commonwealth travel is quite easy, but these two are special cases. I originally arrived to the NZ on a 90 day visitor travel visa, then applied for my working holiday. It's been extended twice for free, totalling my stay to nearly three tiresome years.

 

And I just visited the cbd supermarket. Every road was busier than normal, and included a few cyclists. I queued up in line and started talking to the poor stock boy who'd been tasked to guard the door. His unnerved disposition added to the general instability and worried shoppers buying goods they had no need. I walked down the drink aisle to snatch up an energy drink and a bottle of juice, and there were two men frantically talking about buying rubbish they certainly didn't need. My favourite part was as I exited the self service payout, a crowd burst through the stock boy who had evidently given up against the dammed up crowd of uneasy people. It was a good laugh and the only smiling people except me, were a few islanders.

Additional information: texted my workhorse Maori (health and safety) supervisor asking if there was any work. He didn't know. I jabbed that health and safety should know. He told me to fuck off, then said I should have worked on Monday. Then I said he does know, and finally he said we're a nonessential service. My crew boss phoned me asking if I'd do a seven day shift next week and I hesitantly accepted because I didn't need another three days off.

You need people to guard the doors of supermarkets? Lolol.

 

Don't die during those 7 days of slavery because I want you to show me one or a few of those rhythms in your head some day.

I'm not in *uckl*nd, thank d-g, because those mongrels have been harbouring multiple cases.