The walls are quite literally closing in...
Broke my breakfast Starbucks fast today and treated myself to a double hazelnut latte before getting into work, which was fairly sublime. I think Manchester must be the first city I know that actually seems to have been planned around it's Starbucks locations. Not that I'm complaining, of course.
Spent this morning in the Vault, re-shelving all Phil's Songs of Praise tapes. Had a wobbly moment where I thought I'd broken a bay, making like forty shelves worth of Digi-betas unavailable; but then Phil used his man-strength and managed to fix it, so no harm done. It's actually quite a laid-back Wednesday, wandering about the vault with my ipod in :).
Really quite sad I only have two days to go :(. It's a bit dispiriting to know I have no job to go back to, especially no job at the BBC. I do have my camera with me, but can't find the guts to actually run around taking random photos. Problem with working at the BBC is that it's cool to always act completely underwhelmed about working at the BBC. I don't know what I would do if I ran into an actual celebrity or something...
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