Had a v lovely evening w new work colleagaues Tuesday; in Soho - quick drink at Gay Bar, Sushi buffeet at Japanese rest, talking and mingling outside v English pub. Much enjoyable. Didn't even get killed/ridiculed for being food/vegetarian maniac.
Was walking home according to plan; when bumped straight into ex-K, old house mate (in fact room mate), sometimes bed mate. Almost crashed into while rounding corner. V strange but fun! So off for more drinks and catch-up. Probably meeting him next week for another drink or two, could be good.
Tonight; coffee w TopShop girl, P. She's sweet, good to keep in touch.
AND I've bought an iPod. Happy happy happy.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Sunday, July 23, 2006
To throw yourself in front of a train
Walking into town today (yes I do walk, my butt's grown rapidly lately!), I ended up amidst a frenzy of police cars, ambulances and fire trucks outside Queensway station. 7/7-05 very easily pops into your head living in London, so I had to find out. "Well, love, someone's under the train you see - and it's a bit of a hassle getting him out".
I still feel sick. Why on earth would you do this? And I don't mean to yourself - if you really desperately want to kill yourself, by all means go ahead; but for God's sake think of the poor people who have to scrape you up! Same goes for people who choose to drive their car into someone random else's - what a cowardly way to go. Take a pill for heaven's sake.
However, this particular case might have been an accident/murder - I don't know for sure. But there's plenty of the "voluntary" ones going on too.
I still feel sick. Why on earth would you do this? And I don't mean to yourself - if you really desperately want to kill yourself, by all means go ahead; but for God's sake think of the poor people who have to scrape you up! Same goes for people who choose to drive their car into someone random else's - what a cowardly way to go. Take a pill for heaven's sake.
However, this particular case might have been an accident/murder - I don't know for sure. But there's plenty of the "voluntary" ones going on too.
Friday, July 21, 2006
On my own and loving it
So the day has come - and gone, actually - I am now "on my own" at work. Of course, still have five million people to ask, and lovely R who's trained me is close by; but I am finally working properly and properly earning my salary. Slightly nerve-wrecking but pretty exciting!
So what do I do? Well basically, I'm the infamous "spider in the net" - I collect/receive information/material and pass it on; fixing faults and problems in between. Calling people, writing emails, fixing production finishing touches. Might not sound too exciting, but is rather fun and interesting. Compared to TopShop; it's a dream! ;)
Calm w/end ahead, unfortunately, most friends away/working. Tonight's lovely though - dining at Hampstead restaurant with A, A's sister and A's boy. Will be nice. And maybe I can score some partying tomorrow...? I'll work it out. I need a man.
So what do I do? Well basically, I'm the infamous "spider in the net" - I collect/receive information/material and pass it on; fixing faults and problems in between. Calling people, writing emails, fixing production finishing touches. Might not sound too exciting, but is rather fun and interesting. Compared to TopShop; it's a dream! ;)
Calm w/end ahead, unfortunately, most friends away/working. Tonight's lovely though - dining at Hampstead restaurant with A, A's sister and A's boy. Will be nice. And maybe I can score some partying tomorrow...? I'll work it out. I need a man.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
My little hole in the wall
I have now officially received the keys for my tiny tiny studio in Bayswater, Princes Square. It is small, carpeted (yuck) and my private toilet/shower is situated on another floor, but it is mine mine mine, and it is perfectly alright for a while (for six months, to be specific - that's the contract).
So I'm off to Ikea (best place in the world!) this w/end buying essential necessities; nothing else unfortunately, will not have proper economy until end August w pay dates etc. But a quilt* and a pillow and a curtain and lamp would be nice. And Ikea has kanelgifflar.
Had to take all day off work though to organize all; feel horrible about it but got assured it was alright. And guess, now all is settled, can devote myself full-time to work. Which is good.
Need my address? Sending kanelgifflar/letters/post cards/random gifts? Of course - drop me a line through e-mail and it will be instantly yours! No hidden charges!
*Did actually have a pretty cozy and pretty sky-blue quilt b4, however got lost by friend in transfer between apartments - seems to have been substituted into a torn and ugly pink rose-patterned towel oddly enough - but guess these things happen when you leave your stuff shattered all over London.
So I'm off to Ikea (best place in the world!) this w/end buying essential necessities; nothing else unfortunately, will not have proper economy until end August w pay dates etc. But a quilt* and a pillow and a curtain and lamp would be nice. And Ikea has kanelgifflar.
Had to take all day off work though to organize all; feel horrible about it but got assured it was alright. And guess, now all is settled, can devote myself full-time to work. Which is good.
Need my address? Sending kanelgifflar/letters/post cards/random gifts? Of course - drop me a line through e-mail and it will be instantly yours! No hidden charges!
*Did actually have a pretty cozy and pretty sky-blue quilt b4, however got lost by friend in transfer between apartments - seems to have been substituted into a torn and ugly pink rose-patterned towel oddly enough - but guess these things happen when you leave your stuff shattered all over London.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
First day & more escapades
So, it's been and gone - my first day. It was good, lots of info, tons of new faces, millions of names, etc. Think it will work out great. V slow yesterday apparently, not too much going on. It's the quiet season - everybody's on hol. Good for my warm-up.
More drunken weirdness saturday, joined D's flatmate + friends out (w/o D though), went to bar (including Nobu, v nice) and had one and then two and then three glasses of wine. Ooops. Well, it was fun anyway; ended up getting cosy with the flatmate's cute friend (what's up with me and these Brits?), thereby securing a gentlemanly delivery of myself at door step (no, nothing else) late night - no walking alone drunk in central London in heels, brilliant! Maybe this is the way to go.
Did however text the gentleman in question yesterday asking him out for drinks later on, got no answer. Well well.
More drunken weirdness saturday, joined D's flatmate + friends out (w/o D though), went to bar (including Nobu, v nice) and had one and then two and then three glasses of wine. Ooops. Well, it was fun anyway; ended up getting cosy with the flatmate's cute friend (what's up with me and these Brits?), thereby securing a gentlemanly delivery of myself at door step (no, nothing else) late night - no walking alone drunk in central London in heels, brilliant! Maybe this is the way to go.
Did however text the gentleman in question yesterday asking him out for drinks later on, got no answer. Well well.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
The Celebration Day
Oh my god. Yesterday was Celebration Day in Lisa's world. Quite an experience.
Firstly; shopping. Of course. Managed to motivate myself into spending a staggering £200 in approx two hours. "I'm worth it" was the theme of the day. Later on I lost both shopping bags in a drunken daze, containing not only the new outfits (two pairs of shoes, a coat, a cardigan and three tops) but ALSO my favorite jacket. Woohoo. But more on that later.
After a few celebratory Starbucks Banana Caramel Frappucinos downed with British gossip literature at hand, I made my way to the old neighborhoods to meet up K. The Ex was there. Not entirely surprising though; it is, in fact, his local. Anyways.
Meeting went well, slightly chilly breezes from one part but hey. I do miss him, I do still care for him. A lot in fact. But, and it needs to be said, I do not want to get back together, it's not in my mind. What we had was lost in confusion and outer circumstances, irrevocably so. I do however want him in my life. I am not the kind of person who simply excludes people I care about from my life, that's just not me. I think that he also wants me there, but I might be mistaken. We'll find out. So far, a drunken seal on drugs could easily show more enthusiasm seeing me than him.
Anyway; fast forward around two hours and three (!) glasses of wine. Me and K are at the local keyboard bar, slightly drunk and very happy. We make the apparently fatal mistakes of 1) doing a dance in front of The Keyboard Man 2) "accidentally" touching his precious instrument (yes, I'm referring to the keyboard, nothing else) with our fingertips 3) stealing a "Reserved" sign from a table and moving it to ours (why? not a clue, probably very logical at the time). We got thrown out and barred. My social life will never be the same again.
Sometime during all this merriment, the bags disappeared. Didn't discover this until 1am, safely resituated back at D's flat. What to do? Well, of course; put on shoes, grab keys and phone but no money or coat and go looking. In the middle of the night. Seriously, I shouldn't be let out of the house while drunk - better yet, should have a one glass limit and hot male single guardian at all times. At least the guardian.
If I had a guardian, I probably wouldn't have busted into my newly non-accessible keyboard bar twice snooping under tables, neither would I scream and play charades with a Summerfield’s guard trying to mime (yes, seriously!) "one yellow bag from Selfridges and one white bag from TopShop", nor would I have called a sleeping and, quite rightly so, annoyed Ex at 2am requesting immediate assistance (which I of course didn't get). What a night.
This morning (or rather late afternoon), the bags where safely returned to my hands, and got to once again travel through most of London City and spend a few hours at Starbucks. They were happy and undamaged, and so am I.
More celebrations!
Firstly; shopping. Of course. Managed to motivate myself into spending a staggering £200 in approx two hours. "I'm worth it" was the theme of the day. Later on I lost both shopping bags in a drunken daze, containing not only the new outfits (two pairs of shoes, a coat, a cardigan and three tops) but ALSO my favorite jacket. Woohoo. But more on that later.
After a few celebratory Starbucks Banana Caramel Frappucinos downed with British gossip literature at hand, I made my way to the old neighborhoods to meet up K. The Ex was there. Not entirely surprising though; it is, in fact, his local. Anyways.
Meeting went well, slightly chilly breezes from one part but hey. I do miss him, I do still care for him. A lot in fact. But, and it needs to be said, I do not want to get back together, it's not in my mind. What we had was lost in confusion and outer circumstances, irrevocably so. I do however want him in my life. I am not the kind of person who simply excludes people I care about from my life, that's just not me. I think that he also wants me there, but I might be mistaken. We'll find out. So far, a drunken seal on drugs could easily show more enthusiasm seeing me than him.
Anyway; fast forward around two hours and three (!) glasses of wine. Me and K are at the local keyboard bar, slightly drunk and very happy. We make the apparently fatal mistakes of 1) doing a dance in front of The Keyboard Man 2) "accidentally" touching his precious instrument (yes, I'm referring to the keyboard, nothing else) with our fingertips 3) stealing a "Reserved" sign from a table and moving it to ours (why? not a clue, probably very logical at the time). We got thrown out and barred. My social life will never be the same again.
Sometime during all this merriment, the bags disappeared. Didn't discover this until 1am, safely resituated back at D's flat. What to do? Well, of course; put on shoes, grab keys and phone but no money or coat and go looking. In the middle of the night. Seriously, I shouldn't be let out of the house while drunk - better yet, should have a one glass limit and hot male single guardian at all times. At least the guardian.
If I had a guardian, I probably wouldn't have busted into my newly non-accessible keyboard bar twice snooping under tables, neither would I scream and play charades with a Summerfield’s guard trying to mime (yes, seriously!) "one yellow bag from Selfridges and one white bag from TopShop", nor would I have called a sleeping and, quite rightly so, annoyed Ex at 2am requesting immediate assistance (which I of course didn't get). What a night.
This morning (or rather late afternoon), the bags where safely returned to my hands, and got to once again travel through most of London City and spend a few hours at Starbucks. They were happy and undamaged, and so am I.
More celebrations!
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Oh so happy - my dream job
So it's finally happened; the one thing I've been secretly hoping and waiting for since deciding to make the maybe-not-brilliant career move of leaving the continent and go travelling for a year and a half directly after graduating from university instead of gaining work experience. I've got a job! And not just any job, THE job I've lusted after since persuing to put my career on track again two months ago.
It's a production assistant job, it's in television. More than that I'm not gonna say, not gonna become a Rachel Mosteller and loose my new job haha. But no, it's not glamorous and not celebrity-oriented.
I'm so happy right now. So what to do now? Go shopping ofcourse! Like any proper career girl in London.
It's a production assistant job, it's in television. More than that I'm not gonna say, not gonna become a Rachel Mosteller and loose my new job haha. But no, it's not glamorous and not celebrity-oriented.
I'm so happy right now. So what to do now? Go shopping ofcourse! Like any proper career girl in London.
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