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  • “Stealing our jobs”

    (This is a post based on my personal experiences and observations. Yes, I’m going to generalise and make some sweeping statements, but I am aware that I can’t apply a blanket rule to everyone of a certain ethnicity. Topics like this always arouse intense feelings; here are my views on immigrant-bashing).

    In recessionary times, everyone gets all protectionist and the rednecks come out of the woodwork to shout about immigrants stealing jobs. Stealing jobs from our young unemployed. Stealing jobs from hardworking people just trying to support their families. One Your Views gem in particular really got me riled up. It was rather incoherent. I finally worked out – I think – that this person meant immigrants working at gas stations and supermarkets were stealing jobs from Kiwis and in particular young people and students.

    Because of course, immigrants can’t be students working a part time job to support themselves. Of course! All these “useless unskilled” immigrants have decided to make the momentous decision to immigrate to an entirely new country just to work menial jobs to screw over NZers. As many expats know, it’s local work experience that is valued here more than anything.

    My mother, an accountant, worked in a factory for a while before landing a part time bookkeeping job. We hear the classic line about Russian doctors and physicists being forced into taxi driving. I don’t think it’s different for accountants, teachers, or any other sort of profession. At dinner not so long ago, my mum told us how important it was for her to acclimatise and learn more about the culture before diving back in. Simple things like going through receipts and working out what were deductible expenses and what weren’t, are a billion times harder when you don’t even know what Tic Tacs are. (I also remember our first Halloween and wondering why all these random people in costumes were turning up at our house. And my first sleepover, where we had boiled eggs at breakfast and I didn’t know how to peel them, so even though I love eggs I didn’t have any to eat).

    Migrants don’t have the safety of the full welfare net to fall back onto. They are more likely to take any job they can get, because they HAVE to. I know many people, for whom it’s preferable to sit on the dole rather than work on, for example, an assembly line that requires commuting and pays about the same as the dole. Why would you want to work a job like that? BF”s case worker commented that many of her clients choose to job hunt from home rather than coming into the centre every day. But when she asks for their job lead diary, it’s empty. You can guess what they’re spending their time doing instead. Don’t get me wrong. I know there are many many people who would be grateful for ANY job. But there  are just as many happy to get paid for doing sweet f-all, due to the way the NZ welfare system works. Oh, and not-so-hypothetical people (who irritate me with their sheer stupidity) who don’t believe that their boss won’t fire them when they don’t go to work – just because they DON’T FEEL LIKE GOING TO WORK. (And, of course, get fired.) I am serious. True story. Happened last month.

    Here’s a sweeping statement. From what I know and see, migrants are generally very hard workers. It’s the fact that many of them have had to pull themselves up by their bootstraps (what a lame expression!),and have certain values and priorities instilled in them. It’s the way I was brought up, to stand on my two feet. They have a strong work ethic, they value education and take it seriously. I don’t even technically live out west as such, yet I am still surrounded by bogans – think Outrageous Fortune, personified – and it’s an entirely new world to me. There really is no Asian equivalent to the concept of a Westie, to my knowledge. It just wouldn’t happen. There are A LOT of things I hate about Chinese culture. But not this one. There ain’t no option to pump gas all your life and spend your free time drinking, smoking, and screwing. That’s something I see on a regular basis, and it frustrates me.

    I wonder if people like that would rather I gave my job up to a “real” New Zealander. I’m an NZ citizen. I was brought up here. I have a white boyfriend, I don’t eat tofu or chicken feet, I swear like a true blue westie and eat Watties tomato sauce. Yet when I open my mouth sometimes, people are surprised I don’t have some heavy accent. But you know, I look different and all. Maybe I’m not entitled to my job, by that logic.

    Immigrants don’t always get hired because they are willing to work for fifty cents an hour. I’m willing to bet most of them are hired because they work bloody hard, they’re committed and they’re willing to do the hard graft to get ahead. I don’t think it’s a great idea to be bringing in tons of new migrants at the moment, but leave the ones already here alone. Would you rather take their jobs and give them to a “real NZer”, and pay them the dole instead? Yeah, didn’t think so. Job stealers, dole bludgers, they just can’t win.

  • The Girl in Times Square

    I’ve had this book sitting in my room for some time. I can’t even remember where it came from and how it got to be in my possession.I do remember picking it up one night, and getting a few chapters in before giving up, totally disterested and disengaged. 101626_girl-in-times-square_pbilimage1

    This week I cleaned out my pathetic book collection and put the book in the ‘sell/donate’ pile. (My book collection is rather eccentric and doesn’t really reflect my tastes. I read books from the library. When I have the time, I read voraciously. The only books I ever personally bought were at a garage sale for 50c – all my other books have been given to me, won in competitions or sent to me to review.) And then I thought, why not give it one more go? I’ve heard such good things about it. And god knows a couple of the other books in the ‘get rid of’ stack were insanely bad, and I even managed to finish reading those.

    Second time around, I was pleasantly surprised. Like I tweeted the other day, I don’t know about the straight 5star Amazon rating, but it was certainly a great novel.

    The characters are in denial. They are all so deeply flawed, and so human, it’s frustrating and almost hard to read on at times. The parts where Lily’s grandmother recalls her WW2 experiences are simply heartbreaking.

    Surely everyone knows what it’s all about, but here’s a quick overview: Lily’s a young girl struggling by in NYC. Her roommate and best friend Amy goes missing while Lily is visiting her parents in Hawaii. Her big brother Andrew is implicated as a suspect in Amy’s disapperance, but Spencer, the detective on the case, grows close to Lily and they form a beautiful, awkward friendship. And in the midst of all this, Lily gets leukemia.

    It’s such an intricate book; there’s so much going on, from Lily’s cancer and lottery win, to Amy’s disappearance and how it links to Lily’s brother, the blossoming bond between Spencer and Lily, and Lily’s alcoholic mother and enabling father, her stubborn, strong grandma, her moneygrubbing sister Anne and her selfish sister Amanda.

    It’s funny though. People see The Girl in Times Square first and foremost as a love story. Which I suppose it is. But it wasn’t the love story that I kept reading for. I just really, really wanted to know what happened to Amy. Lily and Spencer’s relationship was secondary to that. Ultimately, it’s about love, loss, learning, family and betrayal, and in that vein, although we get a satisfactory ending in true romance style, there are no tidy loose ends.

    At times, I found it a little too arty, a little too flowery and too…I don’t know, literary? I don’t appreciate techniques like suddenly launching into the present tense to emphasise the moment, for example. I like fairly straightforward clean writing. I enjoy a good creative passage, but when writers launch into lengthy descriptions, I just skim on ahead. Part of it is, I just cannot visualise images in my head. I find it exceedingly hard, and I don’t have the patience to try. I can accept the beauty in the way an author describes a landscape or a view, but rarely does it translate into a mental picture for me.

    My only other gripe might be that the premise of Amy’s disappearance, and all the reasons behind it, were just a little too unbelievable. But aside from that, I really enjoyed it the second time around. I’ve been wanting to read The Bronze Horseman, and that is definitely next  on my list!

  • Sneaky billing charges

    Has anyone else noticed the due dates on your bills changing?

    My Energy Online bill has always been due on the 25th of the month. A couple of times this was extended to the 27th, because the 25th fell on a weekend day presumably. This month the 25th was on a Saturday, but instead of moving the due date to the 27th, they brought it forward to the 24th.

    Don’t know about my Visa bill – I never take note, as I make transfers to it every week anyway.

    But conversely, my Telecom bill has actually extended its cycle, giving me a couple more days to pay. Weird.

  • Field trip and missed skiing opportunity

    I’m down in Whakatane for a week, from Sunday.new_desktop_f13

    Why? Well, my internship is now over, and part of second semester involves going on a field trip and spending  a week working on the regional papers.

    I get back on the Friday – the same Friday a group of friends are going down to the snow for four days. Obviously we won’t be going. We don’t have a grand lying around to blow, I’m not sure about driving down there, I will still be away on the Friday, and after a week away from home I would just want to spend the weekend at home, regrouping. And to be honest, I’m glad. Even if it was an option, I don’t want to go with the people who are going. Two of them are a couple, who are good friends of ours (although not so much since a certain drama at the start of the year. Awkward). Most of the rest are friends of the couple and by default BF and to a much, MUCH lesser extent me. They’re all lovely! Don’t get me wrong. It’s just there are a couple of other people (okay, girls. Man I sound like such a woman hater, especially after that recent post about bitchy so called friends) who I’m not really friends with and not super keen to spend time with. They’re just not my kind of people – nothing personal – and four days is a long time.

    Very proud of BF, though. First he was all, “We need to find a grand in the next month!” Something he knows we can’t do. His friend jokingly suggested selling the car. Guess what BF responded with?

    “Ah, but that would need to go towards paying off the old car.”

    OMG!!! LIGHTS! APPLAUSE!

    That’s the most PF-y thing he’s ever said! The boy is learning. I’m so proud of him.

    He added “It’s nearly paid off.” Which is true, I suppose. Less than $2k to go, from just over 4k.

  • A possible unexpected side effect of my allergies

    As long as I can remember (at least back to puberty…) I’ve had dark undereye circles. You know, that sort of purple/grey half crescent under the eyes? They never go away. When I am especially tired, I do get full on bags, but that’s rare.
    Anyway, apparently they may be due to…….my hayfever!
    Who would’ve thought?

    Among this extensive list of hayfever symptoms, I found:

    • stuffy nose all the time or during specific seasons
    • water discharge from the nose all the time
    • reddened, pebbly lining in the lower eyelids
    • frequent throat-clearing
    • breathing through the mouth
    • snoring
    • rabbit-like movements of the nose
    • a horizontal crease across the nose as a result of constant rubbing
    • bouts of sneezing, especially in the morning
    • repeated nosebleeds
    • headaches because of pressure from inside the nose
    • frequent earaches, fullness in the ear, ear infections or hearing loss
    • dizziness or nausea related to ear problems
    • chronic cold without much fever
    • nasal voice because of blocked nasal passages
    • dark circles under the eyes as a result of pressure from blocked nasal passages on the small blood vessels. Also known as “allergic shiners”.

    Huh. Pressure on the small blood vessels. Don’t sound too healthy…but when have I ever claimed to be? Remember, I don’t even exercise…

  • Free lunch anyone?

    Personally I am not a diehard fan of Wagamama but this email I received the other week was too good to resist!

    “National noodle day will be taking place at all NZ Wagamama branches on July 28th from 11.30am – 2pm to celebrate the launch of the new lunch menu.”

    What does this mean? It means free lunch 😀 Strictly first come first served and only one meal per person; no preorders or bookings. No word on how many free lunches are up for grabs, though. Drinks and sides will be available but at the regular price.

    What’s on the free lunch menu?

    -beef donburi
    -ginger chicken donburi
    -yasai katsu curry
    -chilli squid salad
    -seafood ramen (hansetsu) and
    -miso ramen (hansetsu)

    Yum.

    Mmmm…now I just have to make sure I get in bright and early.

  • True love

    Do you believe in it?

    I used to be a romantic at heart. I think I read too much. Honestly.I used to think we all had one soul mate in the world and we would be destined to meet, etc, etc.

    Now I tend towards believing there are many possible soulmates for us out there. After all, it’s the only realistic possibility. We can’t all have just the one – we’d never meet “the one for us”. The world’s just too enormous. I guess I could go one step further and say soulmates don’t exist, just “the right people at the right time in your life”…but I’m not quite ready to be that cynical.

    I bring this up because one of my friends is considering getting married. She went overseas to work for a few months and fell for a guy. He’s seven years older, doesn’t speak all that much English….but they connected.

    I don’t know. I haven’t met him, though if he comes over at Christmas like she wants, I guess I will. She says she wants us to all tell her what we honestly think of him – but I doubt she’ll listen. I want to like him, but from what we all know, they just sound too different. All us girls are sceptical, and we don’t trust the sounds of this. I don’t think her parents are too thrilled either, but are starting to sound more resigned to the possibility.

    She’s just a hopeless romantic. And I think that she is somewhat afraid to let go, because she wants to settle down young and have a family, and thinks she might not find another person? But then again, she says she’s also holding back a little because she isn’t sure what the future holds – what if she finds her real soulmate in a few years?

  • Money matters (for couples)

    We all know how important it is to be on the same page financially with your other half. However you choose to do that – whether it’s combined, separate or something in between finances, with one person taking care of most of the details or both being equally involved – isn’t as important as actually heading in the same direction, together.

    But how far would you go to help out your significant other? How much would you lend him/her? (I don’t mean for frivolities, I mean for unexpected expenses, or other expenses they might not be able to cover at the time). Would you ever gift them money, if you were in such a position? Would you be willing to help them towards any debt he/she might have? And how does that change whether you are seriously committed, cohabiting or married?

  • Duh!

    We may soon be paying more ACC levies on older cars. It’s all about safety, apparently. Never mind it’s penalising people who a) choose to drive older cars, and put the rest of their money to use elsewhere and b) simply cannot afford anything newer.

    “If there’s a greater risk associated with it then that’s just what goes with it. People are making choices every day as to the risks they choose to take and if they choose to be in an older, less safe car, then is it fair that the rest of the community meets the cost of that risk?”

    Uh, no. Some of us make choices to buy cars that we can AFFORD.

    We choose cars that we don’t have to go into debt to finance. That may mean being in an older or less safe car. It means driving carefully and safely, as everyone should be anyway. Again, this is penalising the less well off, who can’t afford to purchase near new cars.

    Dog and Lemon Guide editor (great resource – a must have book if you’re car-hunting):

    “It’s not going to change the behaviour of the people most likely to cause accidents and it’s simply rewarding rich people and punishing poor people.

    “The simplest way to ensure that poor people drive safer cars is to ensure that government departments buy the safest cars in their class.“

    Thank god. Someone with a brain.

  • You know how some people put on their ‘faces’ in the mornings? They go through their routines – mascara, blush, concealer, lippy, whatever. And they continually do touchups during the day – you’ll hardly ever see them with a hair out of a place or a smudge of lipstick straying past their lipline.

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    I don’t do that. I usually swipe on a bit of foundation, and either a bit of red or pink lippy – and if I’m wearing contacts, some eyeliner so my eyes don’t recede all the way into the back of my head. Sometimes if I’m in a rush I’ll skip the foundation and the eyeliner – but I’ll never go out with bare lips, because I just look like a corpse without some colour on my face (barring the permanently pink cheeks, that is!).

    But I definitely don’t present the same face to the world every day. For starters, my lip colours varies from day to day. I have a classic red lipstick, a sort of dark berry/pink thick sticky gloss (lasts forever) and a red Revlon long lasting lippy which tends to dry me out. In my uni bag is a shimmery berry gloss and in my work bag a sheer pink lip balm. If I had any sense, I’d have duplicates of everything (or just chuck my morning lippy into my bag) for touchups during the day. Instead, I end up wearing off my lippy and reapplying a totally different product/colour. If it’s a contacts day, my eyeliner wears off, and my foundation wears off, and I have an almost bare face by the end of the day. It’s slack on my part, and it’s silly to make the effort in the morning and then let it go during the day. I don’t really like mirrors, and unlike most I don’t check myself every time I go to the bathroom. It’s not uncommon for me to go most of the day without realising that my nose has started flaking from excessive nose-blowing…or worse!