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Hey All,
Pride stops me from explaining how, but my money problems are sorted for the short term. (Don't worry, this doesn't mean that I've taken up dealing Crack. Yet. (Joking))
More long term, I applied for a job in a Games shop in Stratford this afternoon. Just a part-time position, but still a place I hadn't already applied for.
How hard can it be to say, 'The artwork in this game are superior, but the gameplay is inferior' and 'Sir, I am told that the XBox 360 is the leader for immersive graphics, but you may want to wait for the PS3, as many believe that it will be a superior machine.'
Anyways, the manager told me that he will be calling in people for interviews on Monday, so I will think how to approach the interview til then, then put it out of my mind after that.
And keep applying for jobs.
I mentioned that I have an interview next week to get a National Insurance Number? I mention it again because it is an important thing to have. It's one more thing to cross off the list of stuff I needed to do.
Arguably I should made the effort to get one this time last year, but that's by the by.
Too much going on this weekend.
Too much too much.
Tonight I have to decide whether to go to a Breakcore/Gabba etc party in SE17 (Elephant and Castle) or Goth/Industrial/Rock type club at Synthetic Culture (King's Cross).
Depending on which set of friends I want to see tonight, a decision has to be made.
It occurs to me that a reader would be concerned that all I do here in London is hang out in nightclubs. Not quite, but it is some of the more interesting stuff I do.
Furthermore, the clubbing scene interests me for this reason:
London is a very socially segregated city. The rich and the poor don't mix much, 'professionals' and the working class do their best to avoid each other, the educated and the common ignore each other as best they can.
Brisbane, where I'm from, is much more mixed. In Brisbane you'll find yourself talking to a millionaire without knowing. Academics and tradespeople are the best of friends and so on.
Maybe I have an idealized view of Brisbane, and maybe I am an unusual case (by way of upbringing, socialization and the like) but that is how I experienced it, and that is something I feel lacking here.
The place where the social barriers break down, here in London, is when you are clubbing. It seems to be one of the only scenarios that people of all classes and backgrounds mix freely. Seriously, my friends in the clubs range from post-grads to postmen.
The incongruity of it all would be enough for me as is, but it does serve a deeper purpose:
As someone who lives in one of the poorer areas of London, doesn't have much in the way of tertiary qualifications and perenially seems to be stuck in dead end deadwood jobs (all three of these are my own fault, I know), meeting people under these circustances gives me the opportunity to forge links outside my immediate milieu.
Yep, colour me Aspirational. Doesn't mean that I'm going to start voting Tory.
Anyways, that's enough exposition for one day.
But before I go, my Mother just told me that my Sister Elea is heading to New York soon. Sounds sweet, but if you're reading this, remember to pack not one, but two thick jackets. Because it is still cold here in Leytonstone. And if it's cold here, it will be freezing in New York.
Over and out,
J
Pride stops me from explaining how, but my money problems are sorted for the short term. (Don't worry, this doesn't mean that I've taken up dealing Crack. Yet. (Joking))
More long term, I applied for a job in a Games shop in Stratford this afternoon. Just a part-time position, but still a place I hadn't already applied for.
How hard can it be to say, 'The artwork in this game are superior, but the gameplay is inferior' and 'Sir, I am told that the XBox 360 is the leader for immersive graphics, but you may want to wait for the PS3, as many believe that it will be a superior machine.'
Anyways, the manager told me that he will be calling in people for interviews on Monday, so I will think how to approach the interview til then, then put it out of my mind after that.
And keep applying for jobs.
I mentioned that I have an interview next week to get a National Insurance Number? I mention it again because it is an important thing to have. It's one more thing to cross off the list of stuff I needed to do.
Arguably I should made the effort to get one this time last year, but that's by the by.
Too much going on this weekend.
Too much too much.
Tonight I have to decide whether to go to a Breakcore/Gabba etc party in SE17 (Elephant and Castle) or Goth/Industrial/Rock type club at Synthetic Culture (King's Cross).
Depending on which set of friends I want to see tonight, a decision has to be made.
It occurs to me that a reader would be concerned that all I do here in London is hang out in nightclubs. Not quite, but it is some of the more interesting stuff I do.
Furthermore, the clubbing scene interests me for this reason:
London is a very socially segregated city. The rich and the poor don't mix much, 'professionals' and the working class do their best to avoid each other, the educated and the common ignore each other as best they can.
Brisbane, where I'm from, is much more mixed. In Brisbane you'll find yourself talking to a millionaire without knowing. Academics and tradespeople are the best of friends and so on.
Maybe I have an idealized view of Brisbane, and maybe I am an unusual case (by way of upbringing, socialization and the like) but that is how I experienced it, and that is something I feel lacking here.
The place where the social barriers break down, here in London, is when you are clubbing. It seems to be one of the only scenarios that people of all classes and backgrounds mix freely. Seriously, my friends in the clubs range from post-grads to postmen.
The incongruity of it all would be enough for me as is, but it does serve a deeper purpose:
As someone who lives in one of the poorer areas of London, doesn't have much in the way of tertiary qualifications and perenially seems to be stuck in dead end deadwood jobs (all three of these are my own fault, I know), meeting people under these circustances gives me the opportunity to forge links outside my immediate milieu.
Yep, colour me Aspirational. Doesn't mean that I'm going to start voting Tory.
Anyways, that's enough exposition for one day.
But before I go, my Mother just told me that my Sister Elea is heading to New York soon. Sounds sweet, but if you're reading this, remember to pack not one, but two thick jackets. Because it is still cold here in Leytonstone. And if it's cold here, it will be freezing in New York.
Over and out,
J
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