And back again...
After I made it home I realised that there were a few things I meant to write in the blog yesterday that I forgot to.
And honestly, I can't remember what they were.
Must have been important. I'm sure it'll come back to me.
Anyways, today I hung out with my Father as we tramped around Central London, with a detour into Scenic West London.
I was supposed to meet him at 1030, but I overslept. Mostly because I sat up watching Rosemary's Baby (>'What have you done to his eyes!?' >'He has his Father's eyes.'). And then I watched Kissing Jessica Stein.
Fortunately my Dad was able to entertain himself while I hustled my was out of bed and over to Oxford Circus.
Probably the most notable thing about Hanging with Dad (besides cancelling my ticket home so that I can do more stuff here) was that him and I did some impromtu Job Seeking. Basically hitting all the bookshops etc and asking when they hire their Christmas Staff and what they look for in resumes.
If I knew I would have been doing this, I would have shaved and had a haircut. But those are two things that I should have done already, so I can't grouse about it.
I did manage to gather some good intel, in any case.
Tonight I tweak and print CVs to take to the shops that I visited today.
Summary of Intel Gathered:
Borders Oxford Circus:
Haven't started taking applications for Christmas Staff yet. Check back every day.
Borders Charing Cross Road:
Claim to be fully staffed, but will be Hiring immediately after Christmas.
Waterstones, Oxford Circus:
Finished Hiring, but recommend that CV is sent to their Picadilly Headquarters.
Waterstones, Soho End of Oxford Circus:
Might still be hiring, send CV to address as above.
Folyes:
Might Still Be Hiring. Send CV to their Email Address (don't drop it at the shop, they still have a pile from last Christmas)
Soho Soundhouse:
Look for knowledge of the technology etc. Customer service skills still help.
Blackwells:
Drop in a CV.
I think there was one or two others, plus I'm going to keep chipping away at improving my journalism skills, working my journalism contacts and building a better portfolio of stuff.
Speaking of which, I got a message from Fasterlouder that I've been officially upgraded from a Random Contributor (or something)... to a Reporter!
I wonder if I keep writing good stuff, will I make it to Journalist?
(This will probably be lost on any Americans or Canadians reading (I had a Canadian reader, I swear) but there is a line in one of the Biographical Books by Hugh Lunn (famous Brisbane Journalist) that a Journalist is a Reporter with two suits... hmm, I better buy a suit).
In any case, my GTA San Andreas-esque upgrade gives me access to special contributor only forums.
Kind of like having a seat at a table where all the serious journalists hang out.
In the centre of Brisbane there used to be a Bar (possibly re-opened since) where the Journalists from the Telegraph, the Sun and the Courier Mail would hang out after their shifts. The Telegraph and the Sun both closed and the Courier Mail moved to Bowen Hills (otherwise known as semi-industrial no-man's land just nudging the Northern Suburbs in Brisbane).
Hence there are no longer any drunken journalists congregating in any particular inner-city pubs in Brisbane any more. Not that I know of, anyway.
I've been looking at the forum that I've now got access to. It looks to be full of useful information.
Nice.
***
I remember a couple of things I was trying to remember:
Yesterday afternoon, I had taken the tube to Holborn so as to go to Forbidden Planet to buy Transmetropolitan #7. I had Venetian Snares playing on my Ipod. Usually I just listen to the Ipod on the tube then stash the earbuds when I step out of the station. Two reasons: number one: I don't want to advertise that I have an expensive piece of hardware in my pocket and secondly, I am of the opinion that I really do need to use my ears to avoid getting, say, run over when I step into the street without looking (something I do from time to time).
But the Venetian Snares compelled me to keep the earbuds in place, providing an excellent soundtrack for walking from the station to the shop and back. Not only that, the 'Snare are mixed with so much space in the the frequency mix that I could actually hear the important stuff going on around me. Cars and people around me and stuff.
But back to the Station: walking out of the station the Evening Standard Headline Board carried the words "Blunkett Shares Crisis" (a Labor Minister had been caught with shares in a company he had taken a job with that was going to bid on Government Contracts, hence major conflict of interest).
Momentarily I was tempted to say to someone, "That warms the heart: a Crisis Shared is a Crisis Halved."
But what I really wanted to do was to take a snapshot of it so that I could put it up on the blog.
At that point I resolved that I should probably carry the camera with me as much as I could, since there are all these things that would be worth snapping for stupid value like that.
Yes, I know, very obvious.
***
In any case, I have to go.
Enough bloggery for today.
Over and out.
J
And honestly, I can't remember what they were.
Must have been important. I'm sure it'll come back to me.
Anyways, today I hung out with my Father as we tramped around Central London, with a detour into Scenic West London.
I was supposed to meet him at 1030, but I overslept. Mostly because I sat up watching Rosemary's Baby (>'What have you done to his eyes!?' >'He has his Father's eyes.'). And then I watched Kissing Jessica Stein.
Fortunately my Dad was able to entertain himself while I hustled my was out of bed and over to Oxford Circus.
Probably the most notable thing about Hanging with Dad (besides cancelling my ticket home so that I can do more stuff here) was that him and I did some impromtu Job Seeking. Basically hitting all the bookshops etc and asking when they hire their Christmas Staff and what they look for in resumes.
If I knew I would have been doing this, I would have shaved and had a haircut. But those are two things that I should have done already, so I can't grouse about it.
I did manage to gather some good intel, in any case.
Tonight I tweak and print CVs to take to the shops that I visited today.
Summary of Intel Gathered:
Borders Oxford Circus:
Haven't started taking applications for Christmas Staff yet. Check back every day.
Borders Charing Cross Road:
Claim to be fully staffed, but will be Hiring immediately after Christmas.
Waterstones, Oxford Circus:
Finished Hiring, but recommend that CV is sent to their Picadilly Headquarters.
Waterstones, Soho End of Oxford Circus:
Might still be hiring, send CV to address as above.
Folyes:
Might Still Be Hiring. Send CV to their Email Address (don't drop it at the shop, they still have a pile from last Christmas)
Soho Soundhouse:
Look for knowledge of the technology etc. Customer service skills still help.
Blackwells:
Drop in a CV.
I think there was one or two others, plus I'm going to keep chipping away at improving my journalism skills, working my journalism contacts and building a better portfolio of stuff.
Speaking of which, I got a message from Fasterlouder that I've been officially upgraded from a Random Contributor (or something)... to a Reporter!
I wonder if I keep writing good stuff, will I make it to Journalist?
(This will probably be lost on any Americans or Canadians reading (I had a Canadian reader, I swear) but there is a line in one of the Biographical Books by Hugh Lunn (famous Brisbane Journalist) that a Journalist is a Reporter with two suits... hmm, I better buy a suit).
In any case, my GTA San Andreas-esque upgrade gives me access to special contributor only forums.
Kind of like having a seat at a table where all the serious journalists hang out.
In the centre of Brisbane there used to be a Bar (possibly re-opened since) where the Journalists from the Telegraph, the Sun and the Courier Mail would hang out after their shifts. The Telegraph and the Sun both closed and the Courier Mail moved to Bowen Hills (otherwise known as semi-industrial no-man's land just nudging the Northern Suburbs in Brisbane).
Hence there are no longer any drunken journalists congregating in any particular inner-city pubs in Brisbane any more. Not that I know of, anyway.
I've been looking at the forum that I've now got access to. It looks to be full of useful information.
Nice.
***
I remember a couple of things I was trying to remember:
Yesterday afternoon, I had taken the tube to Holborn so as to go to Forbidden Planet to buy Transmetropolitan #7. I had Venetian Snares playing on my Ipod. Usually I just listen to the Ipod on the tube then stash the earbuds when I step out of the station. Two reasons: number one: I don't want to advertise that I have an expensive piece of hardware in my pocket and secondly, I am of the opinion that I really do need to use my ears to avoid getting, say, run over when I step into the street without looking (something I do from time to time).
But the Venetian Snares compelled me to keep the earbuds in place, providing an excellent soundtrack for walking from the station to the shop and back. Not only that, the 'Snare are mixed with so much space in the the frequency mix that I could actually hear the important stuff going on around me. Cars and people around me and stuff.
But back to the Station: walking out of the station the Evening Standard Headline Board carried the words "Blunkett Shares Crisis" (a Labor Minister had been caught with shares in a company he had taken a job with that was going to bid on Government Contracts, hence major conflict of interest).
Momentarily I was tempted to say to someone, "That warms the heart: a Crisis Shared is a Crisis Halved."
But what I really wanted to do was to take a snapshot of it so that I could put it up on the blog.
At that point I resolved that I should probably carry the camera with me as much as I could, since there are all these things that would be worth snapping for stupid value like that.
Yes, I know, very obvious.
***
In any case, I have to go.
Enough bloggery for today.
Over and out.
J
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