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My day has already visited several extremes.

To wit:
Walking to the bus shelter. Discovered that a particularly charming member of society felt that the shelter was a good place to take a dump.

Elected to stand a couple of meters away from the shelter until the bus arrived. Even at 7.15am, still quite chilly, it stunk.

Finding that AprilJob had, in fact, emailed me on Monday as I’d asked and the mail was marked as read on gmail arrival. Um?

Still, I’m happy. No word on money yet (other than “commensurate with graduate salaries in the IT industry”) but my job title will be Systems Support Engineer, with web development responsibilities.

This makes me very happy. Particularly as the conversation ended with a “Would you please help us with a rush job now?” Answer: Dude, of course. Only problem is, no wheels. Boss went silent for a second, and went “Hmm, I have a way around this I’ll get back to you when I’ve checked it out OK?” (Yes, like that, no punctuation.) It might be interesting…

Then, Jamie and I were discussing some of the silly misinterpretations children can put on things. My personal favourite? I was 3, or 4, and Mum was talking to someone else. Said conversation went through various topics, including my reflux as a baby, to walking into town with me in my pram to make me sleep, to the way Sulphur Park randomly develops extra hot-mud-puddles.

I came out of the conversation with the impression that, after Mum had walked to town with me in the pushchair and I barfed all over the ground, a new hole appeared the next day – directly as a result of me puking there.

It took a surprisingly long time to shake myself of that idea, and I don’t think I completely shook it till I learned about volcanology.

Originally published at kiwi geek. You can comment here or there.