January: Started the new year at home, drinking as per usual. My hours at work went back down to what they were before Christmas but at least I wasn’t stuck in the fucking boring Christmas Shop! Ended up phoning WINZ (our Social Security department) about financial assistance on the 27th because of my pathetic wages. Turned 31 on the 31st. Got very drunk. Got very sunburnt. Sprained my ankle (only after two beers).
February: Worked for a total of two days in the entire month, partly because of my sprained ankle but mainly because I wasn’t rostered on at work at all which was making me seriously think that I was on the outer with them. That they wanted me to leave because if they wanted someone to leave, they’d deliberately give them less hours. Finally had my assessment at WINZ and they paid me the nearly $500 that I was owed because of when I first contacted them regarding my financial situation. Gave a lot of thought to an offer from a friend to move to Christchurch.
March: Made up my mind about Christchurch and handed in my resignation from work on the 6th. My final day was the 20th (Saturday) and I wasn’t rostered on at all that week. That was probably planned on their part and it made me even more disillusioned with them. I also vowed to myself that I would never work there again. Only told my mother that I was leaving the night before I was due to leave. Came up to Christchurch on the 25th, taking a 10 hour bus trip.
April: Learned that WINZ were docking my benefit to the tune of just under $60 a week because of the holiday pay that was paid out when I resigned. Naturally, they took it before tax, not after which meant I was expected to live off it until the end of August. Ended up having to get my mother to pay my personal bills and also pitch in to help me meet my share of the flat bills.
May: No luck on the job front. Was applying online at several places but never heard back so I figured that if I wasn’t contacted, they didn’t want me. This left me feeling somewhat depressed as every day, I woke up to look forward to nothing. My holiday pay had run out by the end of the month.
June: Resorted to applying for a job at the local supermarket and actually had a good feeling about it. Five days later, I got a phone call from them, asking me to come to an interview the following day. The interview went well, to the point where I came home with a lot of paperwork and a list of my hours. My training started the following day. It actually came at just the right time because my flatmate and I somehow ended up with a $366 power bill (and that was with prompt payment discount) and my share of it was more than what my benefit was at the time so I was very close to actually going to WINZ about it because I didn’t want to ask my mother to fork out a lot of her own money just to help me.
July: It felt so good to have regular hours of work so I knew what I was getting each week, as opposed to my previous job where I could actually afford to eat kind of decently one week and only being able to afford two minute noodles (and one packet a day) the next.
August: Went to Auckland for a couple of days for a WWE show as well as a Meet and Greet beforehand. Came down with a full-on head cold a couple of weeks later which meant I looked and felt like shit.
September: 4 September 2010, 4.35am is a date and time that will forever be engraved in my mind for that was the day and time that Christchurch was struck by a 7.1 magnitude earthquake. I’d had three hours sleep at the most when it hit and I didn’t get back to sleep at all because initially, I was trying to find out how big it was. The streets that day were eerily quiet and it felt very surreal. Because the mall where the supermarket where I work is located was shut (very wordy!) I had an unexpected day off work and I promptly proceeded to start drinking the beer I had purchased the night before. I had gone rubbernecking in the morning to see some of the damage for myself and thought we were extremely thankful that the quake happened when it did to escape with no deaths.
October: Still feeling aftershocks from the 7.1 earthquake, some of which were big enough to still knock stock off shelves and force us to evacuate work. The quake was still a popular topic of conversation.
November: Found out that I now had two weddings to go to in the first quarter of 2011, after finding out that one of my aunts and her long-term partner had decided to get married. Still having aftershocks, one of which was again strong enough to evacuate the mall.
December: Found out that the WWE were coming back to New Zealand and Australia in July. My mother and I discuss the matter at hand and decide that we will be going to the Sydney show and the Auckland show so this is giving me an incentive to actually renew my passport, which expired in 2007. Started a countdown on Twitter with the number of days remaining until we depart. With each day that passed, my excitement grows just that fraction more. And we had a biggish aftershock on Boxing Day too. I knew then that I was well and truly over them by that stage.
