4 week countdown


I have exactly 4 weeks of accommodation sorted in Wellington. After this I have to find somewhere new to live here or move on. I am at a total crossroads.

I am safe in optimism that I will be happy with either choice.


Decision made


I have made the executive decision to get another job. I can’t work for minimum wage anymore. I’m pushing for a full time job with office hours & good pay. Good colleagues & low pressure would be a bonus.

I am sending this cosmic order out there – if anyone wants to fulfil my order feel free!

It all fell into place


I have been in Wellington for 5 days & I have a bank account, IRD number & drivers licence on the way & a library card. I have a full time job & a home I move into next week! I have friends, a favourite cafe, my regular sushi place. I have a grasp of the area & big plans to explore. I’m surprised everything came together so quickly, easily & naturally.


Wellington is now my base until the first week in December. At that point the lease on my accommodation is up & I can either move on or stay in Wellington. It’s simple!

It’s such a relief to have this short term plan. It’s ideal for me to be able to put my backpack down without the crippling threat of immediate decisions & the commitment to stay! Now I can focus all my energy on the one thing I most wanted to do – bask in an english speaking city!

Daydreaming of places afar

I’ve been in Switzerland for 7 days & already I’m ready for my next move. I want to travel. I was right not to commit to a full ski season & I am relishing the opportunities it has opened to me. I’m currently job hunting for a position in New Zealand however, not satisfied with immigrating to a new continent, I am also working on other travel projects. I’m hoping to do a couple of workaways in Europe between now & New Zealand. I’m hoping this will be financially achievable if I pick a host who will feed & shelter me in exchange for 5 hours work per day.

Not one to plan in advance, I have picked the wrong time for my 2 most desired workaway experiences: working on a vineyard making wine & making cheese. What a dream! If I mastered these two arts I would truly have the skills to be fully self sufficient!

Unfortunately I think it is also bad timing to visit scandinavian countries because I’m a wimp when it comes to the cold. Funny how ski seasons don’t seem to bother me. Portugal & Spain are looking promising & any country I haven’t visited before always takes priority over places I’ve been to.

Has anyone tried workaway before? Any recommendations or advice? If you don’t know me by now, I would go anywhere in the world on the back of a spark of inspiration. I am giving myself 2 weeks. One week to decide what to do, plan & book flights then one more week with my friends in Switzerland. Bring on week 2 in Switzerland & what wistful ideas I follow.



Another chapter finished


I’ve left my boat.

I got the nicest farewell. All the crew lined up on the main deck aft & wished me all the best & gave me big hugs. I felt like a guest!

Sad to leave them but I know I’ve done the right thing. I feel happy & I know I’m on course for something amazing.

First of all. Home. Family.



Snakes & Ladders – my career ladder

January 2014

It looks like I’m getting itchy feet again after only being back in Switzerland for a month. I swear this condition is terminal.d6394e5ca3fe11e28ddc22000a9f15db_5

I’m starting to see superyacht jobs being advertised for the upcoming season….. I’m being sucked in by Formula One job advertisements despite my distinct lack in any aerodynamic or basic mechanic skill. There are also massage therapist positions in beautiful exotic resorts.

I will do my usual apply-for-everything-&-hope-for-the-best routine. I can only imagine where I will end up! I can’t wait to find out if it is a positive step on my career ladder or a snake to the depths of the slimey, scaley snake pits of hell…..


Bitches Be cleaning

Cleaning. This is my new life.

I am now cleaner extroardinaire in no less than 4 establishments, where I am highly commended for my adeptness in all that is spick & span – to spectacular standards.

Dust & fingerprints are my krytonite & I don’t mean to sound like I’m big headed but I am fucking SMASHING THEM!

I have perfected the cleaners’ slut drop to quickly polish toddlers fingerprints from glass doors.

I am highly proficient in the cross eyed ‘is that a streak in the glass?’ studious stare – I look like I’m trying to crack a magic eye puzzle. I am fairly confident I will sprain a pupil before the end of the season. One of the chalets is approximately 80% glass….

I have battled as a petite lady making superking beds & relished in the satisfaction of the ease of making up a toddlers cot – Is this how it feels for tall/regularly heighted people to make beds?

I have not successfully mastered the art of hoovers. Two have ceased to suck for no logical reason while one agressively gave me electric shocks. Another made a crude attempt at acting like a trip wire – I broke that bad ass hoover, then whimpered & fixed it in a panic.

I have the proprioception of an agile mountain goat when it comes to cleaning the glass panels bordering the swimming pool. I would like to take this opportunity to thank the multi million pound chalet designer for allowing the ledge I have to balance on to be the exact length of my foot but not quite the space my ass requires. I know this will only get worse for me as my booty flourishes at all the dirty mark slut drops I’ve been doing.

My fitness has plateaued at the level of near collapse with aphyixiation combined with the legs of a bambi on ice when I get to the top floor of the chalet. How is my fitness not improving? I work damn hard for hours every day. How are my legs not big & strong like an ox?! I expected to be practically a centaur by now. Why are my arms not borderline Madonna toned?? How is my lung capacity not superhuman?!
I am starting to question altitude training as one massive performance enhancing cover up.
I’m on to you all *points at athletes ‘altitude training’*

I do love things about my job too…. When annoying guests leave, admiring the guests’ expensive make up, noticing things that remind me that multi billionaires are just normal people, singing my way through changeover days, my colleagues and free stale bread. This is how I’m living my current dream.

As an aspiring yacht stewardess I know this experience will be invaluable for my CV. I can’t help but wonder how tedious cleaning will be on a superyacht & what am I letting myself in for??

For the record I am still eternally on call for my actual massage therapist job…… *Looks wistfully at phone*