Don’t Know How to Title This One

Today three people working at a branch of my work were shot. Two are now dead. A man walked into the office with a shotgun and fired at them. He then fled and hid from police for most of the day. He is now in police custody, recovering from dog bites.
Two people went to work this morning and are not going home. At least not as they should be.

What makes me most angry, upset, bemused, is that there are people online making snide comments that it was inevitable or justified because we work for a government agency. One even said that he should have taken more people out.

I hate people sometimes, and in this case the ignorant f*cks who think they are being funny or clever sit higher on my list than the gun man. Think about what you are saying. Those women are daughters, sisters, mums, aunties, grandmas, wives, cousins and friends.

My workmates are fantastic, dedicated people and we stick together. Even though this happened in another town we stand with them and it is because of this that the stupid attitudes of outsiders will be but annoying blips on the radar. Stay strong Ashburton.

Finally Landed

My connecting flight from Christchurch to Auckland was slightly late. I was informed by the stewardess while she was giving out the drinks that the cabin had been contacted and I wouldn’t be making my flight to Rotorua.
When I landed I went to the desk and was placed on standby for a flight two hours later. Standby. It has never happened to me before and visions of the tangled mess of phone calls rebooking hotels and taxis flooded my mind.
Luckily me and the other person on standby made it onto the flight. But the pilot was AWOL. Seriously? The pilot finally arrived proclaiming his watch was set to the wrong time and I entered the smallest plane I have ever been on. Twenty seats in total. One each side. I could see the cockpit and I was seated next to the emergency door. I hastily scribbled a note in case I died with no final words.
It was possibly the bumpiest landing I have ever had – like I said I could see the cockpit, thus out of the front window and the horizon was waving like the sea.
I am recovering in my hotel bed watching fuzzy TV and sniffing Rotorua’s sulphuric air. I miss Mr Pigalina.

Four Airports, One Day

Pigalina is off to Rotorua, in the North Island, for an educational visit of another department at work.
It will be interesting when I get there, but oh, the getting there.
It is a good job that domestic airports are super fun places as I need to go to four of them – Dunedin, Christchurch, Auckland and Rotorua.
I will have a number of free biscuits stashed in my bag come journey’s end. I am one flight down, two to go.

Cat Nap

New Zealand is a very spread out country. Today I had a five hour round trip to attend a meeting. I fell asleep in the car on the way home. Many times.

I took one picture of Timaru but it didn’t turn out too well, so please accept this picture of William re-enacting my journey today.