I am
...getting rained on in Tokyo.
...old enough to drink alcohol but not old enough to know when to stop.
...blogging since 02/22/03.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Cold turkey Another week has passed without decent internet access at home. To get broadband is a long and tedious process so normal blog services will only be resumed in a couple of weeks. Until then I will have to keep my adventures in England to myself. Let only be said that I have regularly substituted dinner with beer. Also, I have met a lot of nice people here but so far none of them has as nice hair as TF. Not that the two things are in any way related to each other. I just lost the ability to tell coherent anecdotes: Look what internet withdrawal has done to me!
What I do when I don't have Broadband When I say that I'm swinging in London, I really mean it. I've signed up for a lindy hop class and it's been great fun. I'm still looking for a partner in crime (toe treading probably qualifies as assault), so if you live in the London area, are mildly coordinated and happen to like 30s big band music, give me a shout.
Work life By now I have attended more meetings here than in the previous 12 months of my old job altogether. This must have something to do with the fact that I switched from finance to marketing. Hell, I even get to have business cards now. I feel my head getting bigger with every minute.
Besides stabbing myself with a pen so as not to fall asleep in the meetings, I have mainly passed my time talking to helpdesk which Company X recently outsourced to Scotland. And by talking, I mean listening to The Swan Lake while being on hold and asking the helpdesk people to repeat every single sentence with the hope that it will sound less Scottish the second time. This hasn't been very fruitful so far: My laptop is still not properly configured for me to do any real work. No worries, I'll just schedule more meetings then.
Day 3 in London I'm just thankful that tomorrow is Saturday, a day where I don't have to pay 8 pounds for train tickets. Maybe my brain can be restored to its unmelted state before the information overload at work if all I do this weekend is sit at home, watch TV and eat junk food.
I couldn't feel more disoriented even if I had been after a ride on a roller coaster facing backwards and then been marooned in King Minos's Labyrinth. Literally. Today, I had trouble finding my desk in the maze of my football field big open-plan office. It will probably take me a couple of more days until I can get some actual work done, conversation with other human beings is reduced to small talk and I can't write a funny blog post.
