I remembered an ironic event that occured not long ago.
There I was temping and doing a parking survey in Kingsland. The survey was sub-contracted to a company by which employed me.
My job involved checking the parking status in a quaint but busy township near the city.
My job involved me passing by back and forth shops, eateries, pawn shops, cafes, town houses, bars and more restaurants.
There was many occasions where a passer-by was curious to know what was I doing. So I explained to them that I'm doing this survey for Auckland City Council on the situation of car parks in small neighborhoods like these ones...
I lied, they weren't curious but rather worried that I was a parking warden looking at plate registrations which was my requisite for data logging. Well at least that's what my instincts tells me. Ok, maybe some were genuinely inquisitive.
Ok. We are reaching the punchline.
So we had a break in between 4-6pm. My mate offered his place for a good 2 hour rest from it all. So we took his car and left for some much needed rest.
When we got back, I was to head to my car first and deposit something.
To my shock, MY CAR WASN'T THERE.
<--- PANIC MODE SETS IN --->
I look up and had realised I parked in a 4-6pm clear way zone.
Gotten rid of the nerves and rung up possible towing companies.
Found my car in one of the tow truck company's database.
Sigh of relief. At least it wasn't stolen.
And so there I was sitting by the kerb, I summarizing the day to be a bad one. Basically, the whole day of strolling back and forth doing 9 hours shifts was to be paying for the towage fee.
Here is my equation below.
I was carrying out a survey for Auckland City Council where Auckland City Council pays the company that employed me to carry out the survey and the company pays me, my car gets towed away, and all my pay for the day goes to the (30%) the towing company and the remaining 70% of the fees goes to whoelse noneother than.... Auckland City Council. Life's irony.
