It's been a whirwind of a week, I must say. It's great having mom and
dad here. I'm seeing and doing so much and definitely checking things
out I never would have done otherwise.
Poor mom and dad got here on Tuesday morning and I'm delighted that I
ran into them coming from the tube as I was heading out to work. I
say poor because as I saw them walking down the street, they were
luggage-less. Good old Canada Air lost their luggage somewhere
between America and England. It turned out to be a blessing in
disguise really, because they did deliver the suitcases later that
afternoon right to the hotel. This meant that they didn't have to lug
3 suitcases around the London tube system. They will unfortunately,
have to do that tomorrow.
The first night they were here, they were quite jetlagged, so Allison
and I did our usual Tuesday night activity and headed over to Imperial
Pub for the quiz night. And... we won!! That's right, we came in
first place. On the last and final quiz of the year, we won the big
bucks (10 quid each for 5 people... not bad). We're pretty pumped.
They did their own thing Wednesday while I was at work and then we
went out for dinner with mom's friend from Wharton. We went to this
amazing and fancy French restaurant in Chelsea where the food + wine
and everythin else was really amazing. We all ate way too much. It
was my first big fancy experience in London since I've been here and I
really enjoyed it. There's also nothing like holding your own in
intellectual conversation with a group of ivy league graduate adults.
Boo-ya.
Thursday I also had to work and mom and dad again went out and about.
I forget where they went each day, but I'm sure they'll be happy to
tell you. They did at one point see the trial of the 7/7/2005 London
terrorists which was wildly exciting.
Thursday night we went out to a fancy little place you may have heard
of called Pizza Hut. Haha, actually, they're everywhere here, and
they're really not that bad, it was pretty good, I've gotta admit.
Then we went to Spam-A-Lot. It was hilarious. So over the top, and
definitely true to the movie (which if you haven't seen it, you really
should, especially if you're planning on seeing the play). The seats
were quite high and could have been a bit better, but it was still a
really good night and I really enjoyed my first bit of London theatre.
Friday was good friday and dad's birthday so I had off work (for Good
Friday, not dad's Birthday), and since it was his birthday, we had a
dad kind of day. We went to the Imperial War museum of course (my
second visit, and I still haven't seen all of the place) and tried to
go to the Ben Franklin house but it was closed for the holiday. We
went back to Leicester square to try to get some 1/2 priced tickets
for another show that night without success. They were sold out of a
lot of stuff.
At this point, what had been a nice sunny day quickly turned. It
started to rain a little bit then a giant awful hailstorm erupted over
London. While it was brief, it was certainly odd. It was probably
the worst hail storm with the biggest hail I have ever seen in my
life. And for it to happen in London... well I never! Luckily though,
it didn't last too long and didn't turn into anything bigger. In an
effort to be somewhere inside for a bit, we tried to go to the movies
that are there in Leicester Square but were apalled when we found out
they were £12.50 (yes, that's 25 dollars!). Tourist trap... Eep! So
we obviously passed.
At this point, enough time had passed that we were tired and hungry
and wanted to be inside, so we headed back to our local tube stop to
make some dinner selections.
For dinner, we went to this place on Gloucester Road near where I take
classes that I pass by everyday. It's this fancy steak house that had
really great beef. We went to an ice cream place afterwards, one that
I had been to before that has amazing italian icecream (aka gelati).
Mom and dad basically fell in love. It is pretty damn good.
Saturday was my day to sleep in. Mom and dad were going to do the Ben
Franklin house in the morning, but they generally had the same idea as
I did and slept in as well. They went down there while I chilled out
at my place and then in the early afternoon we met up at Notting Hill
to go to the Portobello Road Market with Miss Emma Bedford. The tube
was of course all messed up for the holidays, so a trip that should
have been about 3 stops from me actually ended up being about 15.
Nice.
Portobello was nice. Antiques aren't really my thing though, and it
was cold (although I really didn't think it was that bad... what's a
little snow?) I did have a nice time with Emma though. Mom and Dad I
don't think particularly enjoyed it, but I was happy to finally get
there and check it out.
After the market we decided to head to Harrod's for some tea and to
warm up a bit. Harrod's was amazing, to say the least. There is so
much nice stuff there I don't even really know what to do with myself.
It was a lot of fun to poke around and smell perfumes and sample
chocolates. Even if we did lose dad for a spell there. He got lost
somewhere in the bacon section, understandably. We ended up getting
overpriced hot chocolate and biscuits with service, but they were
still very good. The cafe had a bit of a weird atmosphere playing
club music while serving tea and crumpets to tourists complete with
little uniforms.
Harrod's did make us quite late meeting Steve in East London for
dinner, but he was cool about it. We went to this cool area in the
Bengali district called Brick Lane. Basically, it's a row of Bengali
/ Indian restaurants on this street and they all compete to get your
business. You can walk along and then pick the one you want with the
best offer. We ended up getting a really good deal and the food was
great. I don't often have Indian food, but when i do, I enjoy it. It
was a really neat experience, and not very touristy at all, so it was
nice to get off the beaten path and do something uniquely London.
On Sunday, after some debate about how bad the snow owuld be in Kent
county, we decided to hit up the National Rail Service (operating on
Easter, how delightful) and go to Chartwell House, home of Churchill.
Despite the weather, it was a nice little excursion outside of London.
I'm happy to do anything Churchill related, and it was neat to be in
the same house as him... separated by a few decades of course. It
wasn't just England that loved him, everyone all over the world did.
This man had more medals that I have hairs on my head. Mom and Dad
both really liked it, and I enjoyed the little train ride, so all in
all it was a good day. We would have gone back to that icecream place
again after dinner, but it was unfortunately closed for Easter. Mom
and dad were definitely hooked.
Monday was another museum day and started off with a snowy walk to the
national Army museum. This is kind of like the Imperial War museum,
but documents all the wars that Great Britain took part in as opposed
to the broader overview of conflict the IWM has. It was interesting
to see the British perspective on the War of Independence, although,
it wasn't nearly as Anglo-centric as i thought it would be. It gave
us a lot of credit where credit was due. It was a nice change. What
struck all of us about the musum was how hawkish the UK is. They
haven't not been at war almost ever in their history. All over the
globe they've constantly been fighting someone for something. Mom
can't decide who's a big war monger, the US or GB, but I think the
answer is fairly obvious. The US has had their share (and continues
to) of conflicts, but I really do think because of it's long history,
the UK takes the cake.
What struck me most about the whole place was the exhibit on Helmand
(Afghanistan) made by soldiers who had served there. It really hit
home with me for a variety of reasons. First, every time I see
soldier's death announcements, I always look at the place where they
came from. This time, I focused on the ages because I didn't really
know the places from the UK. They were 18, 19, 22, 21, etc etc. I
didn't grow up in the UK, but for all intents and purposes, these are
the people I grew up with, went to class with, etc. Since I've been
here, I've even met an Aussie who was on leave from Afghanistan
briefly. It didn't really mean much to me, but now I can't help but
wonder what the hell he's up to and it just feels weird. Most of all
though, as you go through the exhibit, you hear songs being played
that were selected by the soldiers for the exhibit. They weren't
crazy hippy songs marking Vietnam, or big band from the 40s or what
have you. They were songs I listen to on a regular basis that are in
my iPod and on the radio. I don't know what point I'm making. It's
just always felt so far removed, and I guess still is, but when you
walk through the little camp they have set up and see that they use
Axe bodywash and crest toothpaste, it just hit me: this is not
history, this is now, this is my generation fighting and dying. I'm
sure anyone that lived through Nam can relate to this feeling, but it
was a somber and sobering thought.
Anyway, moving on.
After that museum, we went down to the Docklands to go to the
Docklands Museum. As soon as you exit the tube, it feels like you're
in Boston Harbor. Everything looks the same. It's nice and new and
full of big buildings and very unlike downtown London. It was a nice
little piece of America, albeit not. I kind of miss the sky scrapers
and brick and newness of American cities. How old everything here is
can be really neat and awesome (as in awe-some), but after awhile,
everything also starts to look slightly shabby. Not that American
cities are spic and span by any means, but they do have more new
development than London. Anyway, I just really liked the area, and
the indoor shopping, and concrete square bigness of everything there.
Mom and dad really liked the museum. I thought it offered a very nice
and detailed history of the Thames in London and the history of the
Docklands and I especially enjoyed the WW2 section, but I also thought
it dragged a little bit.
If there's one conclusion we came to while Mom and Dad were visiting,
it's that the English sure know how to do museums. All of them are
excellently put together and all around really great and informative.
The best part, of course, is that they are usually free. America
really needs to work on this. I don't particularly think the museums
there are bad, by any means, but free would really be nice.
I realized two things while the 'rents were here and we were just
talking in general about life in another country. Firstly, I've lived
in London more than Boston. I of course don't mean time wise, but
just general day to day wise. I have to go to the grocery store here
and really cook every meal, there aren't 8 dining halls scattered
around campus (we don't even have a campus) that I can head to any any
given time of day. I can't walk down my street and use the nice big
cheap University laundry, I have to haul is 4x as far and pay a ton
for it. I have done the work and commuting thing in Boston, so that's
comparable, but just in general, I feel like in Boston, I remain more
in the BU bubble, which is obvious at any college, while here I'm
forced to be much more independent and just experience the day to day
fineries here more than I would in Boston. I also feel like I'm much
more aware of what's going on here in the city and country. This
obvious has a lot to do with the classes I'm taking and the fact that
I read 5 newspapers a day for work, but I really enjoy that feeling.
It's nice to walk around and make connections and be able to follow
and realyl udnerstand the nightly news and things like that.
Secondly, I realized I don't really miss anything from home. People,
obviously, and perhaps a cat, but things I don't. I thought I would
get over here and pine for insert something I eat here. That's
largely in part because the UK is like the 51st state (hah, but don't
say that to a Briton) and I can basically find everything I would want
at home here, or at least something comparable. But I was really
expecting to get here and miss a lot of things. I do miss suburbia,
but I miss that whenever I'm in a city for a long period. I don't
really care about not having easymac or things like that. I could use
some good act 2 popcorn or snyders pretzels, but I'm getting along
just fine without them. I don't really miss the way Americans do
things either, in terms of the way cities or businesses are run or
things like that. I can't of course think of any examples, but I'll
get around to it at some point.
This isn't of course to mean that I don't miss America as a whole. I
love to travel and hope to do a lot more living abroad, but home will
always be the US. It will inevitably be my final destination and
where I get married and raise a family. Fear not, I will return.
We'll see how I feel about this when I'm surrounded by people speaking
German, can't read any labels at the store and can't even ask where
the bathroom is. I can't wait (literally, no sarcasm). If you think
my blog is good now, haha, that'll be a trip.
I've been noticing something funny that I originally read in Bill
Bryson's book. People here are so apologetic. We went to a pastry
shop yesterday morning and the place was packed and getting a seat was
rather difficult. At one point, a woman started to pack her things up
to leave and another came over to her and started off saying "i'm so
sorry to pounce, it's terribly rude" and then, to my astonishment, the
first woman said "oh no problem, sorry about that" and then hustled
herself away while they both apologized to each other a few more
times. I also was just at work waiting for the elevator and when it
reached my floor, someone walked out and said "oh, i'm sorry!" I was
slightly worried that that meant they had farted or something before
leaving the enclosed space, but when I found that wasn't the case I
couldn't on earth think what they were sorry for, but I appreciated
the gesture anyway. It's a nice little British thing, and I've found
I've also gotten in the habbit. It pops up here and there.
Something that has continuously thrown me off has been the way British
people ask "how are you" This isn't a hard and fast rule, but does
happen quite often. They say 'you alright?' Which to most people
would mean 'is everything ok? something seems wrong' So the first time
someone asked me that, I got worried that something looked wrong with
me. I quickly figured it out, of course, but it still caught me off
guard. I also don't know how to answer it because it's kind of yes or
no instead of open ended. How are you always gets "fine thanks, and
yourself?" Usually I just go ' i'm well, how are you' and that seems
to work. One of those things I guess.
I just this morning noticed a sign in the kitchen about turning off
appliances and lights and things. Instead of Please Notice or Notice,
as you would normally find, it says "Polite Notice" as if to tell you
that no matter how you perceive it, in true British fashion, it's
polite. So, you know, if you ever come to the UK, just be overly
polite and act like you're imposing on everyone in everything you do
and you'll fit in just fine!
Work has been going well. I'm really enjoying my job and the people
there. It is a lot of administrative tasks, but I've never minded
that sort of stuff, and I keep my ears open and make sure I learn
something everyday. I do have to work on this portfolio and keep my
daily logs going, which has lagged behind with the parental visit.
I've got a fairly empty schedule in the coming weeks, so I will,
legitimately, do more school work. I've already started, in fact. How
'bout dem apples?
By the by, this entry was written over various lunch breaks at work
over the span of a few days, so do excuse it if it seems
chronologically incorrect.
Cheers, Kate
dad here. I'm seeing and doing so much and definitely checking things
out I never would have done otherwise.
Poor mom and dad got here on Tuesday morning and I'm delighted that I
ran into them coming from the tube as I was heading out to work. I
say poor because as I saw them walking down the street, they were
luggage-less. Good old Canada Air lost their luggage somewhere
between America and England. It turned out to be a blessing in
disguise really, because they did deliver the suitcases later that
afternoon right to the hotel. This meant that they didn't have to lug
3 suitcases around the London tube system. They will unfortunately,
have to do that tomorrow.
The first night they were here, they were quite jetlagged, so Allison
and I did our usual Tuesday night activity and headed over to Imperial
Pub for the quiz night. And... we won!! That's right, we came in
first place. On the last and final quiz of the year, we won the big
bucks (10 quid each for 5 people... not bad). We're pretty pumped.
They did their own thing Wednesday while I was at work and then we
went out for dinner with mom's friend from Wharton. We went to this
amazing and fancy French restaurant in Chelsea where the food + wine
and everythin else was really amazing. We all ate way too much. It
was my first big fancy experience in London since I've been here and I
really enjoyed it. There's also nothing like holding your own in
intellectual conversation with a group of ivy league graduate adults.
Boo-ya.
Thursday I also had to work and mom and dad again went out and about.
I forget where they went each day, but I'm sure they'll be happy to
tell you. They did at one point see the trial of the 7/7/2005 London
terrorists which was wildly exciting.
Thursday night we went out to a fancy little place you may have heard
of called Pizza Hut. Haha, actually, they're everywhere here, and
they're really not that bad, it was pretty good, I've gotta admit.
Then we went to Spam-A-Lot. It was hilarious. So over the top, and
definitely true to the movie (which if you haven't seen it, you really
should, especially if you're planning on seeing the play). The seats
were quite high and could have been a bit better, but it was still a
really good night and I really enjoyed my first bit of London theatre.
Friday was good friday and dad's birthday so I had off work (for Good
Friday, not dad's Birthday), and since it was his birthday, we had a
dad kind of day. We went to the Imperial War museum of course (my
second visit, and I still haven't seen all of the place) and tried to
go to the Ben Franklin house but it was closed for the holiday. We
went back to Leicester square to try to get some 1/2 priced tickets
for another show that night without success. They were sold out of a
lot of stuff.
At this point, what had been a nice sunny day quickly turned. It
started to rain a little bit then a giant awful hailstorm erupted over
London. While it was brief, it was certainly odd. It was probably
the worst hail storm with the biggest hail I have ever seen in my
life. And for it to happen in London... well I never! Luckily though,
it didn't last too long and didn't turn into anything bigger. In an
effort to be somewhere inside for a bit, we tried to go to the movies
that are there in Leicester Square but were apalled when we found out
they were £12.50 (yes, that's 25 dollars!). Tourist trap... Eep! So
we obviously passed.
At this point, enough time had passed that we were tired and hungry
and wanted to be inside, so we headed back to our local tube stop to
make some dinner selections.
For dinner, we went to this place on Gloucester Road near where I take
classes that I pass by everyday. It's this fancy steak house that had
really great beef. We went to an ice cream place afterwards, one that
I had been to before that has amazing italian icecream (aka gelati).
Mom and dad basically fell in love. It is pretty damn good.
Saturday was my day to sleep in. Mom and dad were going to do the Ben
Franklin house in the morning, but they generally had the same idea as
I did and slept in as well. They went down there while I chilled out
at my place and then in the early afternoon we met up at Notting Hill
to go to the Portobello Road Market with Miss Emma Bedford. The tube
was of course all messed up for the holidays, so a trip that should
have been about 3 stops from me actually ended up being about 15.
Nice.
Portobello was nice. Antiques aren't really my thing though, and it
was cold (although I really didn't think it was that bad... what's a
little snow?) I did have a nice time with Emma though. Mom and Dad I
don't think particularly enjoyed it, but I was happy to finally get
there and check it out.
After the market we decided to head to Harrod's for some tea and to
warm up a bit. Harrod's was amazing, to say the least. There is so
much nice stuff there I don't even really know what to do with myself.
It was a lot of fun to poke around and smell perfumes and sample
chocolates. Even if we did lose dad for a spell there. He got lost
somewhere in the bacon section, understandably. We ended up getting
overpriced hot chocolate and biscuits with service, but they were
still very good. The cafe had a bit of a weird atmosphere playing
club music while serving tea and crumpets to tourists complete with
little uniforms.
Harrod's did make us quite late meeting Steve in East London for
dinner, but he was cool about it. We went to this cool area in the
Bengali district called Brick Lane. Basically, it's a row of Bengali
/ Indian restaurants on this street and they all compete to get your
business. You can walk along and then pick the one you want with the
best offer. We ended up getting a really good deal and the food was
great. I don't often have Indian food, but when i do, I enjoy it. It
was a really neat experience, and not very touristy at all, so it was
nice to get off the beaten path and do something uniquely London.
On Sunday, after some debate about how bad the snow owuld be in Kent
county, we decided to hit up the National Rail Service (operating on
Easter, how delightful) and go to Chartwell House, home of Churchill.
Despite the weather, it was a nice little excursion outside of London.
I'm happy to do anything Churchill related, and it was neat to be in
the same house as him... separated by a few decades of course. It
wasn't just England that loved him, everyone all over the world did.
This man had more medals that I have hairs on my head. Mom and Dad
both really liked it, and I enjoyed the little train ride, so all in
all it was a good day. We would have gone back to that icecream place
again after dinner, but it was unfortunately closed for Easter. Mom
and dad were definitely hooked.
Monday was another museum day and started off with a snowy walk to the
national Army museum. This is kind of like the Imperial War museum,
but documents all the wars that Great Britain took part in as opposed
to the broader overview of conflict the IWM has. It was interesting
to see the British perspective on the War of Independence, although,
it wasn't nearly as Anglo-centric as i thought it would be. It gave
us a lot of credit where credit was due. It was a nice change. What
struck all of us about the musum was how hawkish the UK is. They
haven't not been at war almost ever in their history. All over the
globe they've constantly been fighting someone for something. Mom
can't decide who's a big war monger, the US or GB, but I think the
answer is fairly obvious. The US has had their share (and continues
to) of conflicts, but I really do think because of it's long history,
the UK takes the cake.
What struck me most about the whole place was the exhibit on Helmand
(Afghanistan) made by soldiers who had served there. It really hit
home with me for a variety of reasons. First, every time I see
soldier's death announcements, I always look at the place where they
came from. This time, I focused on the ages because I didn't really
know the places from the UK. They were 18, 19, 22, 21, etc etc. I
didn't grow up in the UK, but for all intents and purposes, these are
the people I grew up with, went to class with, etc. Since I've been
here, I've even met an Aussie who was on leave from Afghanistan
briefly. It didn't really mean much to me, but now I can't help but
wonder what the hell he's up to and it just feels weird. Most of all
though, as you go through the exhibit, you hear songs being played
that were selected by the soldiers for the exhibit. They weren't
crazy hippy songs marking Vietnam, or big band from the 40s or what
have you. They were songs I listen to on a regular basis that are in
my iPod and on the radio. I don't know what point I'm making. It's
just always felt so far removed, and I guess still is, but when you
walk through the little camp they have set up and see that they use
Axe bodywash and crest toothpaste, it just hit me: this is not
history, this is now, this is my generation fighting and dying. I'm
sure anyone that lived through Nam can relate to this feeling, but it
was a somber and sobering thought.
Anyway, moving on.
After that museum, we went down to the Docklands to go to the
Docklands Museum. As soon as you exit the tube, it feels like you're
in Boston Harbor. Everything looks the same. It's nice and new and
full of big buildings and very unlike downtown London. It was a nice
little piece of America, albeit not. I kind of miss the sky scrapers
and brick and newness of American cities. How old everything here is
can be really neat and awesome (as in awe-some), but after awhile,
everything also starts to look slightly shabby. Not that American
cities are spic and span by any means, but they do have more new
development than London. Anyway, I just really liked the area, and
the indoor shopping, and concrete square bigness of everything there.
Mom and dad really liked the museum. I thought it offered a very nice
and detailed history of the Thames in London and the history of the
Docklands and I especially enjoyed the WW2 section, but I also thought
it dragged a little bit.
If there's one conclusion we came to while Mom and Dad were visiting,
it's that the English sure know how to do museums. All of them are
excellently put together and all around really great and informative.
The best part, of course, is that they are usually free. America
really needs to work on this. I don't particularly think the museums
there are bad, by any means, but free would really be nice.
I realized two things while the 'rents were here and we were just
talking in general about life in another country. Firstly, I've lived
in London more than Boston. I of course don't mean time wise, but
just general day to day wise. I have to go to the grocery store here
and really cook every meal, there aren't 8 dining halls scattered
around campus (we don't even have a campus) that I can head to any any
given time of day. I can't walk down my street and use the nice big
cheap University laundry, I have to haul is 4x as far and pay a ton
for it. I have done the work and commuting thing in Boston, so that's
comparable, but just in general, I feel like in Boston, I remain more
in the BU bubble, which is obvious at any college, while here I'm
forced to be much more independent and just experience the day to day
fineries here more than I would in Boston. I also feel like I'm much
more aware of what's going on here in the city and country. This
obvious has a lot to do with the classes I'm taking and the fact that
I read 5 newspapers a day for work, but I really enjoy that feeling.
It's nice to walk around and make connections and be able to follow
and realyl udnerstand the nightly news and things like that.
Secondly, I realized I don't really miss anything from home. People,
obviously, and perhaps a cat, but things I don't. I thought I would
get over here and pine for insert something I eat here. That's
largely in part because the UK is like the 51st state (hah, but don't
say that to a Briton) and I can basically find everything I would want
at home here, or at least something comparable. But I was really
expecting to get here and miss a lot of things. I do miss suburbia,
but I miss that whenever I'm in a city for a long period. I don't
really care about not having easymac or things like that. I could use
some good act 2 popcorn or snyders pretzels, but I'm getting along
just fine without them. I don't really miss the way Americans do
things either, in terms of the way cities or businesses are run or
things like that. I can't of course think of any examples, but I'll
get around to it at some point.
This isn't of course to mean that I don't miss America as a whole. I
love to travel and hope to do a lot more living abroad, but home will
always be the US. It will inevitably be my final destination and
where I get married and raise a family. Fear not, I will return.
We'll see how I feel about this when I'm surrounded by people speaking
German, can't read any labels at the store and can't even ask where
the bathroom is. I can't wait (literally, no sarcasm). If you think
my blog is good now, haha, that'll be a trip.
I've been noticing something funny that I originally read in Bill
Bryson's book. People here are so apologetic. We went to a pastry
shop yesterday morning and the place was packed and getting a seat was
rather difficult. At one point, a woman started to pack her things up
to leave and another came over to her and started off saying "i'm so
sorry to pounce, it's terribly rude" and then, to my astonishment, the
first woman said "oh no problem, sorry about that" and then hustled
herself away while they both apologized to each other a few more
times. I also was just at work waiting for the elevator and when it
reached my floor, someone walked out and said "oh, i'm sorry!" I was
slightly worried that that meant they had farted or something before
leaving the enclosed space, but when I found that wasn't the case I
couldn't on earth think what they were sorry for, but I appreciated
the gesture anyway. It's a nice little British thing, and I've found
I've also gotten in the habbit. It pops up here and there.
Something that has continuously thrown me off has been the way British
people ask "how are you" This isn't a hard and fast rule, but does
happen quite often. They say 'you alright?' Which to most people
would mean 'is everything ok? something seems wrong' So the first time
someone asked me that, I got worried that something looked wrong with
me. I quickly figured it out, of course, but it still caught me off
guard. I also don't know how to answer it because it's kind of yes or
no instead of open ended. How are you always gets "fine thanks, and
yourself?" Usually I just go ' i'm well, how are you' and that seems
to work. One of those things I guess.
I just this morning noticed a sign in the kitchen about turning off
appliances and lights and things. Instead of Please Notice or Notice,
as you would normally find, it says "Polite Notice" as if to tell you
that no matter how you perceive it, in true British fashion, it's
polite. So, you know, if you ever come to the UK, just be overly
polite and act like you're imposing on everyone in everything you do
and you'll fit in just fine!
Work has been going well. I'm really enjoying my job and the people
there. It is a lot of administrative tasks, but I've never minded
that sort of stuff, and I keep my ears open and make sure I learn
something everyday. I do have to work on this portfolio and keep my
daily logs going, which has lagged behind with the parental visit.
I've got a fairly empty schedule in the coming weeks, so I will,
legitimately, do more school work. I've already started, in fact. How
'bout dem apples?
By the by, this entry was written over various lunch breaks at work
over the span of a few days, so do excuse it if it seems
chronologically incorrect.
Cheers, Kate
1 comment:
It was great to be in London with you, Katie. Our visit was jam packed with lots of fun things and we enjoyed ourselves immensely, in spite of the cold weather.
My only regret is that we didn't rob a bank before we got there...the prices were a real shocker! Oh well, it's your inheriterance we're spending at this point! And as the Brits say, "Sorry."
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