word of the day - dasypygal: having hairy buttocks

update - no big news or crazy stories, really - just a post to let all my readers know that i am ok and all is well =) guitar lessons are coming along slowly. i tried "tuning" it the other night and i all that i accomplished was to bugger up the sound - so, i need a tuner - thats the long and the short of it (mostly, its the short of it)

Last weekend I went to Brighton. It's a lovely little seaside town on the south coast. Walked along the boardwalk and down the pier (as you do in Brighton). The pier had loads of rides and games - like the EX over water. My friends and I purchased our tokens for a ride similar to the Scrambler at Centre Island (ahhh Centre Island - I love that place!) We squashed ourselves snugly into the little car but the attendant said only 2 adults per car - party pooper - we split up so that I was in one with one friend and the other guy - poor sap - was on his owneeo. The ride started and we immediately burst into a fit of the giggles which escalated into uproarious laughter as it went faster and faster. The tears were streaming out of my eyes and it was all i could do to wipe them away. Poor seat design, however, meant that every time we spun across to one side of the ride, i smashed into my friend who smashed into the wall of the seat, which had no padding. By the end of it, we were both bruised down our left sides - but it was worth it!

I had an interview last week for a new job (obviously) which went well aside from the fact that I arrived 45 minutes late (argh!) It totally was not my fault - I left my house an hour and half before the interview but by the time I reached the train station (which incidentally took an hour and should only have taken 30 minutes) I had missed the train that would have got me to the interview on time. I did call them to tell them I was stuck and that I would be late, and they seemed to take it in stride. On arrival at the stop where I was to alight, the rain was lashing down and within a minute I was soaked from mid-thigh down (I had an umbrella but it was so windy the water just went everywhere). Following the directions I had been sent (haha - for those of you who know me and my sense of misdirection, you will understand that things go slightly pearshaped at this point), I made my way towards the offices. The place where my interview was held was in an enormous commercial complex. I walked and I walked and I finally reached a security gate. Popping my head in the door, I asked which way it was to the building I needed to get to. The guard tells me that I am a 15 minute hike from it (as I had gone in the complete wrong direction) and to wait for one of the little shuttle buses to take me over. At this point I thought 5 or 10 more minutes is hardly going to make a difference so I sank into a chair, huddling into the heat of the room. The van soon tootled over and whisked me away to where I was meant to be. I sat down to spelling, grammar and current events tests then chatted with the interviewer. It was all fine and dandy. The downsides are that the job pays less than what I earn at the moment, and the commute would subtract three hours of my day - a thought which I do not relish. Plus, it would be shift work, and I may not get Christmas off - and I dont care what happens, I will be home for Christmas!!! Sooo, here's hoping that something better comes along shortly, as I will go mad if I have to stay in this office any longer than absolutely necessary. Why? you ask, what's so bad about it? Well my friend, let me tell you - I work for 2 men - one asked me to cheat on a trivia quiz by looking up the answers on the internet and then calling him up with them - (this is a QUIZ!!) and the other is so lazy it boggles the mind. A package arrived for him the other day, which I brought into his office and placed on his desk. I then returned to my desk. He followed me back, placed the package on my desk, asked me to open it for him and walked away. I opened it (it was a binder inside) brought it back into his office and placed it on his desk again (and let me add here, there was no please or thank you). The only thing that keeps me going is that it is a job - something that is ridiculously hard to come by in London. So as long as I keep paying off debts and bills, it cant be THAT bad, right?