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No False Modesty Here

November 3rd, 2010 by the_lifer

At Winona’s office, smugness is the order of the day. Lonely Planet, our tourism overlords, declared Wellington the coolest little capital city in the world and the fourth best place to visit. All the staff at the Department of Stodge are forgetting their mission statement “to represent all of New Zealand for our industry without regional bias or focus.” Today, they are all jelly donuts Wellingtonians.

Largeman, in his corner office, is puffed with pride. He has worked in government for forty years – it’s people like him who made this town what it is today, always knew how wonderful it was, in it for the long haul.

Hearing Largeman’s views at the water cooler, Winona and Jennifer eye each other with silent smiles. Winona chose to repatriate to her home town after several years in Europe (and a stint of Eurocession unemployment). Jennifer chose to expatriate after too many years of George W. Bush in the U.S.A.. Both globetrotters have a palpable aura of relief and validation. Jennifer is fretful that she can’t access her Facebook page at work to see all the envious comments she expects from her non-NZ friends.

And Nervberg, on his coffee break, updates his personal ad profile to say, “Open to out of town ladies who might want to move to the Coolest Capital!”

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