A very social week was had. I'm re-realising that social = expensive. But this week, I couldn't care less. I. Have. Money. Again. Yes, you read correctly. No more stressing about whether or not I'll be able to afford to pay the rent or not. Those days are behind me (now all I have to do is pay back the money on my credit card & money borrowed; used for last month's rent). Life is good again; there is equilibrium in the world. Remember, as I keep having to remind my sister (though I'm thinking that the message is finally sinking in): Me. World. Revolve. (and the hand gestures that go with; hand gestures that do not involve flicking the bird towards me, just by the way).
Seriously, it was really just another day in the office. Nothing exciting happened. If it did, I wasn't involved (or, more realistically, I just don't remember). Went to yet another meeting on Tuesday. This was at Hammersmith Hospital. For those of you who don't know where this is: welcome to my world. I think it's over there *waving hands around like a madman*. I know we went up the road that cuts through Hyde Park, and then along Bayswater Road...after that - no idea. I should've paid attention, but that's not one of my better skills ;) Oh, we were de-collating exam papers for three days, well, three afternoons. Not the funnest job on the planet. Cutting the staple off and then separating pages of the exam books to go to the different examiners. Found out on Friday that the fun continues - they get re-collated. Oh joy of joys.
Wednesday was ANZAC Day, just in case those of you in Australia or NZ forgot you had a day off during the middle of the week. I wanted to go to the dawn service, but the idea of having to get out of bed around 4am to get to Hyde Park Corner by 4.45am really had no appeal to me. Even less given that I would've had to go to work still... I miss either climbing out onto my fire escape, or just lying in bed listening to the service (which I'd been doing for the last 5 years!). Instead, the antipodeans in the office (N=4) all went out to the Walkabout (again, joy of joys) and did the whole 'antipodean' thing there. Felt sorry for the poor bugger who played the last post. I'm not musical by any means, but I could just about count all the correct notes on one hand. Really, really, really bad. The room was full of sniggering. What pissed a large number of people off (myself included, but I'm easily pissed off...) was that there was this f**king Saffa having a phone conversation during the minute's silence. Not impressed.
Friday saw the office go out for drinks after work. One of the other temps finished last Friday, so this was the farewell do for her. A good night was had. Funny thing; when I asked for a pint of Guinness (felt in the Guinness mood) the bloke behind the bar said, "Oh, an antipodean. You'll be wanting it cold then?". I was sort of taken aback and caught myself from saying, "No. Couldn't think of anything worse. Could you nuke it in the microwave for about a minute." I instead just said yes. I've discovered that many Pom's don't quite understand (or maybe appreciate is a better word) sarcasm. Oh well. I had a cold pint (or several).
On Saturday I thought I'd go for a wander to the Camden markets. In my head this was only about a 40 minute walk. Yeah, not quite. Turned out to be over an hour. This meant over an hour to get back (clever of me to work that out, huh!). Worse. It was in the middle of the day, so it was hot. Even worse than that...tourists were out (I'm classifying myself as a local; I didn't stop in the middle of the street to consult my map every three steps). It was a good day otherwise. It's so nice to go walking in the sun! Walking through St James Park on the way home, it was just awash with people lying out in the sun. I keep forgetting that they don't have their own sections to do that in. Most of the grassy areas were covered in people. When I finally got home, I checked the BBC weather site (a regular page to consult) and was aghast to see that there was rain and thunderstorms for the upcoming week. When I checked before, those terrible images have been replaced with smiling sunshines again...phew!
This week I'll be booking a couple of coach trips for next weekend (since it's a bank holiday weekend). On Saturday I hope to spend time with Alison & David Grant, so obviously won't go anywhere then. Sunday I'm thinking of a day trip to Brighton; Monday a day trip to Cambridge. They're in different directions (I think), so that's OK.
Yeah. Think that's about all for this week. I do need to jot down notes rather than trying to rely on my memory (that's just a stupid thing to do).
Rightio. Time to sign out (though signing out means doing dishes...as long as I'm at the computer, they're behind me and I can't see them...).
Seeyabye
Seriously, it was really just another day in the office. Nothing exciting happened. If it did, I wasn't involved (or, more realistically, I just don't remember). Went to yet another meeting on Tuesday. This was at Hammersmith Hospital. For those of you who don't know where this is: welcome to my world. I think it's over there *waving hands around like a madman*. I know we went up the road that cuts through Hyde Park, and then along Bayswater Road...after that - no idea. I should've paid attention, but that's not one of my better skills ;) Oh, we were de-collating exam papers for three days, well, three afternoons. Not the funnest job on the planet. Cutting the staple off and then separating pages of the exam books to go to the different examiners. Found out on Friday that the fun continues - they get re-collated. Oh joy of joys.
Wednesday was ANZAC Day, just in case those of you in Australia or NZ forgot you had a day off during the middle of the week. I wanted to go to the dawn service, but the idea of having to get out of bed around 4am to get to Hyde Park Corner by 4.45am really had no appeal to me. Even less given that I would've had to go to work still... I miss either climbing out onto my fire escape, or just lying in bed listening to the service (which I'd been doing for the last 5 years!). Instead, the antipodeans in the office (N=4) all went out to the Walkabout (again, joy of joys) and did the whole 'antipodean' thing there. Felt sorry for the poor bugger who played the last post. I'm not musical by any means, but I could just about count all the correct notes on one hand. Really, really, really bad. The room was full of sniggering. What pissed a large number of people off (myself included, but I'm easily pissed off...) was that there was this f**king Saffa having a phone conversation during the minute's silence. Not impressed.
Friday saw the office go out for drinks after work. One of the other temps finished last Friday, so this was the farewell do for her. A good night was had. Funny thing; when I asked for a pint of Guinness (felt in the Guinness mood) the bloke behind the bar said, "Oh, an antipodean. You'll be wanting it cold then?". I was sort of taken aback and caught myself from saying, "No. Couldn't think of anything worse. Could you nuke it in the microwave for about a minute." I instead just said yes. I've discovered that many Pom's don't quite understand (or maybe appreciate is a better word) sarcasm. Oh well. I had a cold pint (or several).
On Saturday I thought I'd go for a wander to the Camden markets. In my head this was only about a 40 minute walk. Yeah, not quite. Turned out to be over an hour. This meant over an hour to get back (clever of me to work that out, huh!). Worse. It was in the middle of the day, so it was hot. Even worse than that...tourists were out (I'm classifying myself as a local; I didn't stop in the middle of the street to consult my map every three steps). It was a good day otherwise. It's so nice to go walking in the sun! Walking through St James Park on the way home, it was just awash with people lying out in the sun. I keep forgetting that they don't have their own sections to do that in. Most of the grassy areas were covered in people. When I finally got home, I checked the BBC weather site (a regular page to consult) and was aghast to see that there was rain and thunderstorms for the upcoming week. When I checked before, those terrible images have been replaced with smiling sunshines again...phew!
This week I'll be booking a couple of coach trips for next weekend (since it's a bank holiday weekend). On Saturday I hope to spend time with Alison & David Grant, so obviously won't go anywhere then. Sunday I'm thinking of a day trip to Brighton; Monday a day trip to Cambridge. They're in different directions (I think), so that's OK.
Yeah. Think that's about all for this week. I do need to jot down notes rather than trying to rely on my memory (that's just a stupid thing to do).
Rightio. Time to sign out (though signing out means doing dishes...as long as I'm at the computer, they're behind me and I can't see them...).
Seeyabye
