Yesterday was Mission Of Doom in town. I had to get my old NZ resident visa transferred to my new passport, and holy crap. Three hour wait in the immigration office, with all the other poor bastards trying to deal with our fair nation's bureaucracy. I met some really nice couples from Nigeria, Taiwan and I think Vietnam, plus many other misc immigrants all of whom were brought together in the mutual suffering of paperwork and long waiting times.
I tell you, World War 2 would never have happened if they'd made everyone sit together in a waiting room. They'd have gone after the office clerks instead.
On the way back home I was interviewed on camera by some studenty looking people, in the middle of the ritzy financial part of town, about social issues such as privatisation of prisons and health care. I got to rant for a bit on film and apparently made their day as I was the Token Liberal guy in an otherwise conservative part of town.
I often wonder if I was to become miraculously wealthy overnight, whether I would suddenly become politically conservative or if it's something that slowly creeps up on you after the Xth cocktail party and game of croquet.
