Another catch up
It seems as if that is all I ever post about nowadays. Ahh well, a catch up is what it is going to be about.
Work is getting better. I am getting used to the strange hours and the constant standing on your feet. I have made some amazing friends and the reason I go to work has to be because of them and not the customers. After a while people just grate on you and in the end I am seething inside. But on the outside I am smiling and polite. What really annoys me is that certain tourists from certain parts of the world have no idea of what a queue is. Seriously people all you need to do is stand one behind the other and WAIT for you bloody turn. You are, after all, in the land of queues. Get used to it!
Some people from work arranged a work going out thing a few days ago and I went since I actually wanted to. We went to a pub called Hole in the Wall. One drink cost £4. After that one drink I didn't drink anything else, much to one of the guy's annoyance. He kept telling me that he wanted to get me drunk. Apparently he wanted to see what I was like drunk and had a bet on that I would be one of those aggressive types. Well if he was willing to pay for my drinks I would be more than happy to drink and prove him wrong (I am in fact a very sleepy drunk. Not that I do it often - I hate it when I can't control the direction in which I walk).
And then yesterday I finished work at the same time as the guy I fancied (I don't think I do any more since like I said we became friends somewhere along the way) and every lunchtime he begs me to look after his multiple phones and cardigan type hoodie top and store them both in my locker. So I do. And every night when we finish he begs and pleads for me not to leave with all his stuff. But instead of me just giving it to him and going home he makes me wait for him. And let me tell you one thing, he takes forever to change his clothes. I mean days pass and he is still on his belt buckle. And then he wonders out of the changing room, talks for a bit then goes back in. It drives me mad and he knows it, but I think if I wasn't there he would still take just as long.
Anyway, since I have digressed, let me get back to the point. Yesterday he insisted that we get a drink before we both headed home. Since he doesn't drink we both got Innocent Smoothies from the cafe in the Eye where staff members get a discount. And we sat on a concrete slab (which I think is for decoration only) and talked and watched the Eye light up as the darkness fell. It really is beautiful at night. And yesterday was a clear, sunny day so the night was cool but lovely and the view from the top much have been amazing.
And then he decided that I was slightly too reckless with my life, covered my eyes with his hand, told me that he wouldn't let me fall and told me to walk. I knew there were steps ahead. He expected me to freeze and tell him that I have reconsidered bungee jumping and now see the error of my ways. In stead I walked. That was funny! But seriously what did he expect? I really am not that type of girl.
Then a few days ago while I was manning the stall in the queue with Katie, we both heard this.
LITTLE BOY: Dad, can I get some binoculars so I can see?
DAD: God gave you eyes so you can see.
I haven't laughed so much in ages. Safe to say the little boy did not get the binoculars that he wanted.
Then yesterday i was there again and found myself with the guy I mentioned before - the best friend who is the campest person I have ever met. Anyway we were talking and then he realised that there were people in the queue that needed their tickets scanned (which is his job). I'll call him 'A'.
A: Sorry, didn't notice you there.
MALE CUSTOMER: (looks at me) Well, that's understandable. Talking so such a beautiful lady. Completely understandable.
A: You are barking up the wrong tree.
MALE CUSTOMER: Oh, sorry.
Again, that just made my day.
In job news, I have decided to turn the PA job down. It was supposed to start in September but the pay isn't what I want and it isn't what I want t do. Dad told me that I should give it at least two years to try and find I job I will love in a sector I will love before I settle for anything that pays. And I kinda think he is right. So I told her no today. It was not the best moment ever. I didn't sign a contract and surely I am allowed to change my mind, but it still feels like I am doing the worst thing in the world. The guilt! But I will get over it. All I have to do is not call her back and beg to take me on a again. Because I don't want the job.
In better news, it was Raksha Bunden on Wednesday. It a festival to celebrate the bond between a brother and his sister. The sister ties a rakhi around his writs and he in turn promises to protect her. Now it's more of the fact that we get dinner or money from the said brother, rather than protection. Since I have no immediate brothers I give it to my cousin brothers, of which I have about 10 or something, but I am not close to most of them and most are about 40 years older than me. So I give it to the ones I talk to most. I love this festival, it has to be one of my favourites. My Aunt came over to give a rakhi to my Dad and he also gets letters from Kenya from his cousin (or India, depending on where she is in the world at that particular time).
And you can tell just who is pissed of at who (whom?) in the family by the fact that they won't come over to tie a rakhi. I learnt more on Wednesday than I had over the past year about the newest dimension in our family politics.
Today is going to be another busy day in the eye. Weekends when the weather is good always are. Everyday we are given targets of how the number of customers and the amount of revenue. And if we hit one we get an extra £10 and if we hit both we get an extra £20. Since none of us can control either of the two targets, it is always a matter of pot luck if we get them or not. But it is a good bet that on the weekend we will and yesterday I am pretty sure we did. I can use the extra £20. It will cover my travel for the week.
OK, enough for now. Need to eat and get ready and then leave. There are huge delays on the tube so I will have to leave even earlier than before today. And it will be hot and smelly down there. Joy of joys.
Live long and prosper!
xoxo
Work is getting better. I am getting used to the strange hours and the constant standing on your feet. I have made some amazing friends and the reason I go to work has to be because of them and not the customers. After a while people just grate on you and in the end I am seething inside. But on the outside I am smiling and polite. What really annoys me is that certain tourists from certain parts of the world have no idea of what a queue is. Seriously people all you need to do is stand one behind the other and WAIT for you bloody turn. You are, after all, in the land of queues. Get used to it!
Some people from work arranged a work going out thing a few days ago and I went since I actually wanted to. We went to a pub called Hole in the Wall. One drink cost £4. After that one drink I didn't drink anything else, much to one of the guy's annoyance. He kept telling me that he wanted to get me drunk. Apparently he wanted to see what I was like drunk and had a bet on that I would be one of those aggressive types. Well if he was willing to pay for my drinks I would be more than happy to drink and prove him wrong (I am in fact a very sleepy drunk. Not that I do it often - I hate it when I can't control the direction in which I walk).
And then yesterday I finished work at the same time as the guy I fancied (I don't think I do any more since like I said we became friends somewhere along the way) and every lunchtime he begs me to look after his multiple phones and cardigan type hoodie top and store them both in my locker. So I do. And every night when we finish he begs and pleads for me not to leave with all his stuff. But instead of me just giving it to him and going home he makes me wait for him. And let me tell you one thing, he takes forever to change his clothes. I mean days pass and he is still on his belt buckle. And then he wonders out of the changing room, talks for a bit then goes back in. It drives me mad and he knows it, but I think if I wasn't there he would still take just as long.
Anyway, since I have digressed, let me get back to the point. Yesterday he insisted that we get a drink before we both headed home. Since he doesn't drink we both got Innocent Smoothies from the cafe in the Eye where staff members get a discount. And we sat on a concrete slab (which I think is for decoration only) and talked and watched the Eye light up as the darkness fell. It really is beautiful at night. And yesterday was a clear, sunny day so the night was cool but lovely and the view from the top much have been amazing.
And then he decided that I was slightly too reckless with my life, covered my eyes with his hand, told me that he wouldn't let me fall and told me to walk. I knew there were steps ahead. He expected me to freeze and tell him that I have reconsidered bungee jumping and now see the error of my ways. In stead I walked. That was funny! But seriously what did he expect? I really am not that type of girl.
Then a few days ago while I was manning the stall in the queue with Katie, we both heard this.
LITTLE BOY: Dad, can I get some binoculars so I can see?
DAD: God gave you eyes so you can see.
I haven't laughed so much in ages. Safe to say the little boy did not get the binoculars that he wanted.
Then yesterday i was there again and found myself with the guy I mentioned before - the best friend who is the campest person I have ever met. Anyway we were talking and then he realised that there were people in the queue that needed their tickets scanned (which is his job). I'll call him 'A'.
A: Sorry, didn't notice you there.
MALE CUSTOMER: (looks at me) Well, that's understandable. Talking so such a beautiful lady. Completely understandable.
A: You are barking up the wrong tree.
MALE CUSTOMER: Oh, sorry.
Again, that just made my day.
In job news, I have decided to turn the PA job down. It was supposed to start in September but the pay isn't what I want and it isn't what I want t do. Dad told me that I should give it at least two years to try and find I job I will love in a sector I will love before I settle for anything that pays. And I kinda think he is right. So I told her no today. It was not the best moment ever. I didn't sign a contract and surely I am allowed to change my mind, but it still feels like I am doing the worst thing in the world. The guilt! But I will get over it. All I have to do is not call her back and beg to take me on a again. Because I don't want the job.
In better news, it was Raksha Bunden on Wednesday. It a festival to celebrate the bond between a brother and his sister. The sister ties a rakhi around his writs and he in turn promises to protect her. Now it's more of the fact that we get dinner or money from the said brother, rather than protection. Since I have no immediate brothers I give it to my cousin brothers, of which I have about 10 or something, but I am not close to most of them and most are about 40 years older than me. So I give it to the ones I talk to most. I love this festival, it has to be one of my favourites. My Aunt came over to give a rakhi to my Dad and he also gets letters from Kenya from his cousin (or India, depending on where she is in the world at that particular time).
And you can tell just who is pissed of at who (whom?) in the family by the fact that they won't come over to tie a rakhi. I learnt more on Wednesday than I had over the past year about the newest dimension in our family politics.
Today is going to be another busy day in the eye. Weekends when the weather is good always are. Everyday we are given targets of how the number of customers and the amount of revenue. And if we hit one we get an extra £10 and if we hit both we get an extra £20. Since none of us can control either of the two targets, it is always a matter of pot luck if we get them or not. But it is a good bet that on the weekend we will and yesterday I am pretty sure we did. I can use the extra £20. It will cover my travel for the week.
OK, enough for now. Need to eat and get ready and then leave. There are huge delays on the tube so I will have to leave even earlier than before today. And it will be hot and smelly down there. Joy of joys.
Live long and prosper!
xoxo