Either due to those aforementioned studiers working hard in their out-of-the-way, quiet spots, or else the more practical individuals leaving the drone hive for greener pastures, and the less said about the coming workload the better. But this is also a time of must waiting for and anticipation.

The end of the year isn’t just the time in which we finish our major workloads and go home for Mom’s home cooking and the reminders from whanau as to why we appreciate them (in limited periods) so much. No, this is the time at which many a student, such as myself, come to the else of a long road, either to pull in the last few yards or to complete our stay in the educational halls for good (till something especially shiny catches our interest within).

So lets take a moment, dear readers, to wish luck and love to our friends, family and associates who are coming onto one of the greatest transfers into adulthood: the workforce and the knowledge over whether your degree was as much as a waste of time as our thought it was several years earlier.

Cheers O’ privileged degree holders,

Your sibling in studies.

Locating that mythical space isn’t always the end of the journey, either. Oh no. Due to bad parking, insane architects and line-painters with no depth perception, our next task is akin to either a jigsaw or a virus-effected game of Tetris. At that point where all your passengers have to get out before parking, and the driver needs either a roof-door or the gymnastic ability to climb through windows, its probably a sign you need to return to the previous stage: seek find.

One such parking lot, on the corner of Eden and Short, was designed by intelligent chimpanzees suffering from tourrettes. Many a customer has proclaimed their dissatisfaction to the main developer: Wilson Parking, mostly at the lack of space due to the above features.

In response to these pleas Wilson Parking kindly closed their open door policy into the underground parking, now only available to monthly subscribers. Despite the fact that this particular parking has plenty of spaces available due to not many people having knowledge of its existence, including those monthly cardholders who had been parking in the corner-lot, and who’d sent in their complaints in the first place.

And so instead of hiring contractors to widen the corner-lot by a mere inch, Wilson Parking has once again shown its supreme business aptitude in thoroughly retaining their image as utter Wankers. These are the same people whose machines eat your money without reward, due to a difficult button-meshing trick needed to actually procure the ticket, and who then refuse to return to you even a cent. They need the money more than you, obviously, since their regular customers usually boycott them for public transportation. Possibly in order to retain what little sanity they have left.

Play it smart when driving into the city: traffic cop tickets are cheaper than your psychiatrist’s bill; park in the park.

Today’s Quotable Quote:

“Nothing worth doing is easy.”