Day in the Life #1
Have decided to do a few day in the life type things. You know, for posterity and all that.
Alarm went off at 8:30. Did my usual contemplating of getting up and adjusting to the thought of another day. Thus managed to listen to about half of the Rock and Roses CD that Saul sent me (either music or the radio wakes me up) before emerging from the duvet. Made the short hop from bed to computer, switched on and hit my usual daily clicks: scan of BBC news, Gmail, lj for friends updates, nappturality, DearAbby.
Mogiesed on downstairs for breakfast. Smoothie and peanut butter on toast. Smoothie packed with lots of good things like many fruits, magic honey and flaxseed oil, hopefully stop me from getting the cold that's trying to take hold. Read the paper.
Back upstairs and sort out stuff for meeting with the bank manager. Try to add up how much I think South America will cost. Borrow dad's bike and head out. The bank manager is surprisingly nice to me - I think the fancy embossed offer letter may have helped. She explains the features of my graduate account and runs through options for loans and so forth. Leave the bank, adding up various figures in my head, and pondering London living costs. Head along to Icon to have them look at my hair in preparation for the fashion show next week, only to be told the manager isn't around and can I come back some other time.
Home again. Make some food, burger in a pitta with fried onions. Realise I don't know how to get to my photography class in the evening and try calling for directions only for the phone to ring and ring or me to get the busy tone. Try and figure out where I would need to get off using multimap and the bus timetable. Feel guilty about the lack of concrete action regarding my writing project and try to bite the bullet by at least writing a review.
Grab my stuff and head out to catch the bus to my photography class. Wait at the bus stop for ages. Notice how bad some drivers are – its rush hour and the roads are very congested. There is a bus lane that starts after the junction. Some people end up in the bus lane, perhaps after turning. Some drivers then block the bus lane for ages, preventing the buses from reaching the stop 20 meters away, as they try to switch out of it. It seems a bit illogical to me – the bus lane is intended to allow the buses to move faster, but if people block the lane trying to leave they defeat the point. It seems that it would be far better for them just to keep going for a little bit until they can move out more easily rather than stopping dead and causing a jam behind them. Others block the junction as they try to get across it but jams ahead prevent them from moving out of the way of incoming traffic.
Finally my bus comes, so much for every 10 minutes. I’m not quite sure where to get off, and the bus driver hasn’t heard of where the receptionist at the centre (she eventually rang me back) tells me to ask for. Luckily some of the other passengers know the area and with their help the driver is able to sell me the right ticket. Watch the people on the bus. A woman who I think has just finished a shift at the hospital asks a young man sitting down if she can have his seat. He obliges and they spend the rest of the journey in conversation, even moving to a seat further back together. A fresher helper has a loud conversation on her mobile, it sounds like someone is telling her good news but I can’t hear enough to work out what it may have been.
Arrive at the centre a few minutes late. Run into another person at reception heading for the same class and walk in with him. The people in the class are younger than I expected – three still at college, a few in their mid to late 20s and one older woman, maybe around 40. The tutor seems a bit of an arty hippy type, with locks. He speaks quite slowly. The class gets off to a slow start as he runs through admin and outlines what we will be doing over the next 10 weeks. Pleasantly surprised to find that we will be learning how to use a dark room and developing our own pictures. I need to make sure that the SLR Michael has found for me works since our homework for this week is to bring a camera next week.
Chat to some of the other students during our break. The guy I walked in with works in marketing at Coors, another girl is doing a geography PhD at Nottingham. Hopefully we will all bond, and enjoy being terribly arty together as we ooh and aah at each others pictures.
Wait in the cold for my bus home. Get in, and cook some vegetables to go with the rice my mum has made. Saul calls. I ring him back after I finish eating. Chat to him for around an hour about this that and t’other. Head back upstairs. Bum around on the computer for a little while and then off to bed.
Alarm went off at 8:30. Did my usual contemplating of getting up and adjusting to the thought of another day. Thus managed to listen to about half of the Rock and Roses CD that Saul sent me (either music or the radio wakes me up) before emerging from the duvet. Made the short hop from bed to computer, switched on and hit my usual daily clicks: scan of BBC news, Gmail, lj for friends updates, nappturality, DearAbby.
Mogiesed on downstairs for breakfast. Smoothie and peanut butter on toast. Smoothie packed with lots of good things like many fruits, magic honey and flaxseed oil, hopefully stop me from getting the cold that's trying to take hold. Read the paper.
Back upstairs and sort out stuff for meeting with the bank manager. Try to add up how much I think South America will cost. Borrow dad's bike and head out. The bank manager is surprisingly nice to me - I think the fancy embossed offer letter may have helped. She explains the features of my graduate account and runs through options for loans and so forth. Leave the bank, adding up various figures in my head, and pondering London living costs. Head along to Icon to have them look at my hair in preparation for the fashion show next week, only to be told the manager isn't around and can I come back some other time.
Home again. Make some food, burger in a pitta with fried onions. Realise I don't know how to get to my photography class in the evening and try calling for directions only for the phone to ring and ring or me to get the busy tone. Try and figure out where I would need to get off using multimap and the bus timetable. Feel guilty about the lack of concrete action regarding my writing project and try to bite the bullet by at least writing a review.
Grab my stuff and head out to catch the bus to my photography class. Wait at the bus stop for ages. Notice how bad some drivers are – its rush hour and the roads are very congested. There is a bus lane that starts after the junction. Some people end up in the bus lane, perhaps after turning. Some drivers then block the bus lane for ages, preventing the buses from reaching the stop 20 meters away, as they try to switch out of it. It seems a bit illogical to me – the bus lane is intended to allow the buses to move faster, but if people block the lane trying to leave they defeat the point. It seems that it would be far better for them just to keep going for a little bit until they can move out more easily rather than stopping dead and causing a jam behind them. Others block the junction as they try to get across it but jams ahead prevent them from moving out of the way of incoming traffic.
Finally my bus comes, so much for every 10 minutes. I’m not quite sure where to get off, and the bus driver hasn’t heard of where the receptionist at the centre (she eventually rang me back) tells me to ask for. Luckily some of the other passengers know the area and with their help the driver is able to sell me the right ticket. Watch the people on the bus. A woman who I think has just finished a shift at the hospital asks a young man sitting down if she can have his seat. He obliges and they spend the rest of the journey in conversation, even moving to a seat further back together. A fresher helper has a loud conversation on her mobile, it sounds like someone is telling her good news but I can’t hear enough to work out what it may have been.
Arrive at the centre a few minutes late. Run into another person at reception heading for the same class and walk in with him. The people in the class are younger than I expected – three still at college, a few in their mid to late 20s and one older woman, maybe around 40. The tutor seems a bit of an arty hippy type, with locks. He speaks quite slowly. The class gets off to a slow start as he runs through admin and outlines what we will be doing over the next 10 weeks. Pleasantly surprised to find that we will be learning how to use a dark room and developing our own pictures. I need to make sure that the SLR Michael has found for me works since our homework for this week is to bring a camera next week.
Chat to some of the other students during our break. The guy I walked in with works in marketing at Coors, another girl is doing a geography PhD at Nottingham. Hopefully we will all bond, and enjoy being terribly arty together as we ooh and aah at each others pictures.
Wait in the cold for my bus home. Get in, and cook some vegetables to go with the rice my mum has made. Saul calls. I ring him back after I finish eating. Chat to him for around an hour about this that and t’other. Head back upstairs. Bum around on the computer for a little while and then off to bed.
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