So, total lack of posting, despite landing up in one of the biggest cities in the world. Hmmmmm.
But then, the compulsion to blog has disappeared a little while I discover the place for myself. Also, the hour that I previously had in the morning to get to work is gone, removing a significant source of contemplation time which was the source of so much laboured inspiration. On the other hand, sleeping in till 7:30 and still turning up at work at 8:30 isn’t too bad a deal :D (my internal clock no longer wakes me at 4:30 in the morning! yay!)
Been out and about doing all manner of things that I wouldn’t do in Sydney because I’d have had to find my way home late at night on the train (and avoid sleeping through to the last stop on the line). I like the London grads – they’re so ready to go out and have some fun =D Man, Sydney guys, pull your game up! Also loving the summer, even if it’s a half-arsed one by Aussie standards. Light till 9:30 and reasonable spring-ish weather gets anyone’s spirits up, right? =) In some ways this place reminds me of Melbourne, but the difference remains pretty fundamental.
Everyone sounds so “posh” here. I know, I know, there’s the unposh English accents, but I’ve already found myself mimicing the English accent here and there, and “half-eight” is so much more tempting to say than “eight-thirty” – it just sounds less prosaic. Pints are hard to get through though, and these guys clearly have a capacity that far surpasses mine – I’m letting down the hard-drinking Aussie rep. Sorry guys =(
Beyond that, still really trying to find my role here to settle into. At the moment, I remain a representative for the guys in Sydney more than anything, but there’s subtle pushes to doing more valueable stuff (in the sense that I’m not just arguing with the BA team), all the while hoping to avoid paralysis-by-analysis.
Um. I guess that’s the sum of it for now. Hopefully posting more frequently again =)
I was just coming to your blog to complain about your lack of postings! (*grins* I’m miss bossy pants) I mean, where are the stories of hot UK women, where are the ramblings about the new people you’re working at, where are the stories making me jealous that I’m stuck at uni in boring old Melbourne (a good couple of years after you’ve escaped and are jet-setting around the world)?! :)
1. What hot wo- … lemme get back to you on that one ;P
2. work talk = doocing
3. i reckon I’m almost jealous of the uni life, m’self…