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| The Office |
It's 7am Sunday morning and I'm sat on the "fishy bus" on the way to Coronet Peak. Forty minutes ago I dragged myself out from under several layers of duvets and blankets in our freezing cold Queenstown home. I could see my breath as I drank the first of the day's mugs of coffee. I still can't quite remember how I decided to apply for this job. It seemed like a good idea in the heat of a Hawkes Bay summer. I couldn't even ski before I got here...
