In the dead of the night

I woke up at three o’clock this morning to get ready for TV3. I’m pleased to say that for the first day this week I managed to successfully beat the Auckland traffic. However, there hasn’t been one day this week that I haven’t gotten lost. Today was no exception.

Dad had told me to take a different road into town, because he was worried there could be ice on the road, and it would be better for me to get on the main road sooner. As I should have expected, I got hopelessly lost and ended up somewhere out by Muriwai beach, slowly driving down a dark, winding road while the trees on either side swayed ominously in the stormy weather.

‘This is it,’ I thought to myself. ‘I’m entering the plot of a horror movie.’

If my car had broken down and hillbilly mutants had appeared out of the shadows, I wouldn’t have been overly surprised.

I somehow found my way back, saw the road sign that I’d missed earlier that pointed me towards Auckland city, and I was off on my merry way again, happy that the feeling of impending doom was diminishing.

There’s something particularly eerie about driving a country road at nighttime, when the moon is peeking at you from behind a cluster of heavy looking clouds. There’s not another soul in sight – but occasionally you’ll spot the taillights of another car and wonder what they’re doing roaming the back roads of Waimauku at half past three in the morning. Maybe it’s that feeling of being completely alone that got me.

The rest of the morning was pretty uneventful, and I had a chocolate biscuit. I’m now back in Hamilton, feeling happy to be back home, despite all the fun I had this week.

Boy, am I looking forward to a sleep in tomorrow.

In a nutshell

I didn’t do a whole lot today. Still managed to get lost on my way home though. Why does that keep happening to me?

There wasn’t much going on today, again, so I messed around on the computer, read a story about two-faced cats (literally with two faces, I wasn’t just implying that they were bitchy cats), saw some news about a burglar who broke into a house in Hamilton and freaked out because they found out the resident had hung himself, then rang the cops from the house he’d broken into, and I giggled over a news story about a Napier woman getting stuck in her laundry chute after a spot of late night “spontaneous fun”.

Sorry for the long sentence.

I transcribed something for somebody and went home early. Well, I left the office early, and spent about half an hour roaming Auckland, trying to find my way back onto the motorway.

Tonight I’m going to be a nana and go to bed at nine, because I have to wake up at 3am to make it to the office in time for Firstline.

Also, kind of hoping for snow. I can hear thunder.

Snore

Day three.

I am sleepy. Very sleepy. I want to snooze.

It was a slow news day. I ended up reading a book for a couple of hours because they didn’t have anything for me to do. But there was a whole lot of chocolate and cake, because it was somebody’s birthday.

Around midday I tagged along with Tony on a story. We ended up going to a press conference for this new company that won the rights to broadcast the EPL. It’s the first time I’ve been to a press conference so that was a cool experience. And there was food. Such delicious food. It made my day a little bit.

Back at the office, I was allowed to sit in the control room while they filmed the news, and then I stuck around while they filmed Campbell Live as well. I felt like I was on board a spaceship, what with all the screens and lights.

Ready for sleep now.