7-8am: Waking, shower, out the door. Walk to the tube past (sometimes through depending how much time I have) Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens. Onto the Central Line at Queensway and I'm 5 stops to Holborn where I'm working just off the Strand. Breakfast is either coffee or stopping at Tesco's for a banana at the moment. I'm still stuck in my ways of rushing around at the last minute in the mornings!
9.15am: Start work. Am working for the Housing Ombudsman (just til the end of this week, see below re cool job!) and assisting with archiving, filing and their office move. The people there are great, large office but it's been very cool.
5.15pm: Finish work, woohoo! Walk to tube and I've developed a habit of arriving on the platform about 5 seconds before the doors close. The best thing about this is that I can get right on the edge of the train at Holborn and then the platforms change to the otherside of the train once we hit Tottenham Court Road, so no people squeezing past and it's usually a comfortable trip. At Queensway, your options are either megalift or stairs (123 of them. No, I didn't count, there's a sign :P). At the end of the day, I always choose the megalift and you get more crammed in there than you do on the tube. This is the one thing I do not like. Pick up the free papers on the way out if I haven't already to get my daily gossip.
6-6.30pm: Am usually home by about now and I dump my stuff and head out again. Usually to Tesco's or M&S (I found one nearby!!!!) for a frozen meal of sorts. The kitchen here is revolting, no fridge (good move) and you guys know how much I spread out in kitchens. I have a craving for a lasagne and movie day, but I'll get myself sorted soon.
7-10pm: Once I'm home and fed, I potter round for the rest of the evening, chat with people round the hostel, respond to fan mail, read the freebies, whatever book I'm reading at the time (currently A Million Little Pieces, James Frey, highly recommended), have a shower and head to bed.
I'm still getting a kick of going past places like Tottenham Court Road, Fleet Street, the Strand, Oxford Circus. I feel bad sometimes that I'm not playing tourist to tell you guys all these awesome stories, but life is good at the moment.
Pottered around through the city yesterday, from Tower Bridge up through Aldwych - very strange being at work on the weekend, specially public holiday, it was a ghost town - and through the West End. Found Walkabout (chain of Aussie pubs) to see if they had Cascade - they didn't - and feel safe in knowing that there is somewhere for me to play bogan and watch the footy and cars. Watched a street performer in Covent Garden, missed the bloody pillow fight (some world record attempt that I found out about today!) and got caught in a snow "storm" down near Big Ben. Camera battery is dead so there is no proof that I was actually there so I could be making it all up!
I'm in dire need of a manicure again - who would think that you'd hear me say that?! - they're getting much longer and I've finally stopped knawing on my last thumb. Toby would be so proud of me! Will do that on Sunday to celebrate my new job (I've got to stop celebrating my new job!!!!).
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The guy who wrote A Million Little Pieces? Fraud. His story is complete tripe. I know this because Oprah told me so. If you can think of it as a work of fiction, though, it's pretty good. :)
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