Sky Tower

Today I had my first interview with a recruitment agency. Unexpectedly, their office was just around the corner, so I was 30 minutes early. The place looked so white and clean that I almost thought I was in a hospital. Or Dr. Evil's headquarter, for that matter. But the people were really nice and I didn't spot any drawer with world domination plans in them. I didn't look too hard, though.
After 60 minutes of talk they told me they didn't have any companies that were looking for someone like me right now. So much for Auckland being the city with the most jobs.

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In the afternoon, I decided to take a look at the city from above, so I went up to Sky Tower. At the entrance, a lady said something like "Sir, I need to inform you that the weather conditions up there are not optimal". I thought she meant stormy or something, but since I'm not afraid of heights, I went up there against her advice. Once I was on the platform, I knew what she really meant: clouds. I didn't see anything. Bummer!
Then a good looking Asian girl came to my rescue. She didn't exactly move the clouds away for me (although I believe she could if she really wanted to, because she worked in the Sky Tower), but she started a conversation. Things like that don't happen in Germany. Like never! She just came over and started talking to me. Just like that!
It gave me the opportunity to ask tons of silly questions about Auckland, life in New Zealand, and why there are so many Asians. For example, did you know that Auckland was built on 48 volcanoes? Or that the city looks like the planners were drunk when they designed it? (Which I didn't see due to the clouds *sigh*)
It was the exact opposite of a "conversation" I had in London at the very top of St Paul's Cathedral in 1999:

"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"Would you please stand up? You're not supposed to sit on the stairs!"

Thank God the Kiwis are completely different from the British!

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In the evening, Rob (from England), C.T. (from the USA) and me (the German guy) went out to get a hamburger and a cider. C.T. tried to explain Baseball to me. I gave him quite a hard time, I'm afraid. Why do the Americans have so difficult games, anyway?