I didn't even want to get out of bloody bed but I did. I didn't want to take the bollocky car either after all my sterling public transporting of late, but I had to because of an appointment this evening. So I drove through the typical Auckland traffic to the Wakefield Street Car Park and then behind wankers who can't drive quickly up *any* of the carpark ramps without stopping at the top of each and every frigging one of them. Then, after parking my heap-of-crap car, took the lift back down to the pay machine on Level 3.

I knew as soon as I opened the door - the fucking machine was not working again.

There were about 5 people waiting with one self-appointed spokesperson who gave me the news that the machine wasn't acknowledging Early Bird options. I was informed that the carpark people had been phoned and we were now waiting for them to get their useless asses to the building to sort it out.

And we waited and we waited and the spokesperson told each new arrival what was going on and with each new person the stories of how pissed off they were with Wilson Carparks grew and grew. I'm not one to complain so I stood quietly, serenely, patiently (because i'm all those fucking things) waiting for the Carpark representative to come fix the machine.

Meanwhile, not ten feet away from where we were gathered, awaiting ticket valadation, a young Japanese girl in an overly large car called me to her. She was having a problem of some kind and apparently, amongst all the milling people, I'm the one voted Most Likely to Work for Wilsons and went over to see what the heck she wanted. Her English was limited but I figured out she wanted the barrier arm up so she could leave, and suggested that she tried her Wilson's Car Park card instead of her Hotel Key Card as she that she was presently using.

Her liberation meant my return to the milling mingling wait. And wait. and Wait because, you know, I have nothing better to do in my morning than stand around with a bunch of whingers in front of a borked ticket machine for 30 minutes.

Finally a representative arrived from Wilsons to help us out. Our spokesperson told him what the guts of our problem was and he put his Universal Parking Ticket thingie in the slot and pushed the Flat Rate (early bird) button and, naturally, it didn't work - that being the problem and all. So he pushed it again. And again. Then he pounded on the thing and guess what? it still didn't work. Cos 25 people (by now) might be wrong, right? wanker.

So he opened up the office and turned on the til and started validating tickets by hand. And it got to my turn. He looked up at me standing there with my ticket and my $20 and said "Oh." I said "don't you dare tell me you don't have change." he apologised and said he didn't have change. "cunt" I said because I only had $12 in change and not $14 and yes, I should have made him take that for wasting my time hanging around the bollocky parking building. I had lost my place in line after walking the several blocks to find one more two dollar coin to pay the stupid wankering arse of an Early Bird payment. He apologised for the wait, and he apologised for the inconvienience. And he's just the wanker that works for The Man so I didn't rip his head off and kick it over the barrier arm - this time.

When I went outside to actually go to work I was accosted by an old duck who couldn't find the building we were standing in fucking front of. Dumbasses everywhere, I swear to god.

Do I LOOK like a fucking people person!!