'Ey Oop!
Hey All,
Yesterday morning I was woken at 0800 AM by an apolcalyptic storm sweeping through Leytonstone. A friend in Holloway commented that the same storm had swept through her vicinity twenty minutes earlier.
Since I was now awake, I spent the morning washing clothes, doing barbells and reading.
Dad was up for a seminar yesterday, so I caught up with him.
Tramping around London with him is always an education, not least because it means I will have to travel paths I may not have before, and see parts of London that I know in unfamiliar ways.
There's a Police Station that used to be a hospital, for instance.
After seeing him off at Victoria, a sudden closure of Victoria station meant that I had to take the bus back into central London. I find my phone in ever worse states (texting is turning into a nightmare, because the three button is getting tempermental, leading me to constantly be trying to avoid the letter d, e and f), so I spent some time checking the phone shops on Oxford St. One of the sales assistants suggested that the problem might be that the phone insides might need cleaning. He might be on to something... I just pulled the back off my phone and found a dust ball the size of an Australian 20 cent piece... okay, just cleaned all the dust out of the phone. The screen doesn't actually look semi-opaque now, and the three button seems to be working a little better (but not brilliantly so).
In any case, it is on my to-do list to get a new phone (just like it has been since November... 2004), so as soon as I can afford to, I'm going to.
After the phone shops I headed to Angel to catch a 2100 session of Superbad, since I figured that I might as well catch it a the cinemas. It was pretty good; a mixture of some pretty social realist writing rendered hyperreal by the cinematic medium mixed with some stuff that was just plain bizarre.
Heading home I saw members of Coheed and Cambria standing around on a corner. Not sure why they were there, their show isn't 'til Thursday.
Once I got home I was comatose.
Today: I had run out of food Sunday Night, except for the four cans of Tuna I keep for instances of outright starvation (and I can only eat that if I have spaghetti sauce to mix it with and bread to wrap it in). So today it was high time to do some shopping.
On the way I stopped in a local library and picked one of the staffer's brains about what would be good preparation for the Selection thing on Friday.
The first thing she told me was 'Know the Alphabet'.
She said that with a straight face. Jesus Christ, what is up with the education system in England?
Anyways, the rest of the advice was 'know what the Dewey Decimal System is and how it works', 'push that you are good at custome service', 'be confident, helpful and friendly but don't put on Airs and Graces' (I'm not even sure what Airs and Graces are' and it won't hurt to mention that you don't mind working with kids.
Other stuff that makes a good LA is Initiative. As in not waiting to be told that something needs to be done.
Neato. Sounds like I'm on track.
Anyways, tonight I am going to see a couple of bands in Soho, so I should sign off.
Over and out.
-J
Yesterday morning I was woken at 0800 AM by an apolcalyptic storm sweeping through Leytonstone. A friend in Holloway commented that the same storm had swept through her vicinity twenty minutes earlier.
Since I was now awake, I spent the morning washing clothes, doing barbells and reading.
Dad was up for a seminar yesterday, so I caught up with him.
Tramping around London with him is always an education, not least because it means I will have to travel paths I may not have before, and see parts of London that I know in unfamiliar ways.
There's a Police Station that used to be a hospital, for instance.
After seeing him off at Victoria, a sudden closure of Victoria station meant that I had to take the bus back into central London. I find my phone in ever worse states (texting is turning into a nightmare, because the three button is getting tempermental, leading me to constantly be trying to avoid the letter d, e and f), so I spent some time checking the phone shops on Oxford St. One of the sales assistants suggested that the problem might be that the phone insides might need cleaning. He might be on to something... I just pulled the back off my phone and found a dust ball the size of an Australian 20 cent piece... okay, just cleaned all the dust out of the phone. The screen doesn't actually look semi-opaque now, and the three button seems to be working a little better (but not brilliantly so).
In any case, it is on my to-do list to get a new phone (just like it has been since November... 2004), so as soon as I can afford to, I'm going to.
After the phone shops I headed to Angel to catch a 2100 session of Superbad, since I figured that I might as well catch it a the cinemas. It was pretty good; a mixture of some pretty social realist writing rendered hyperreal by the cinematic medium mixed with some stuff that was just plain bizarre.
Heading home I saw members of Coheed and Cambria standing around on a corner. Not sure why they were there, their show isn't 'til Thursday.
Once I got home I was comatose.
Today: I had run out of food Sunday Night, except for the four cans of Tuna I keep for instances of outright starvation (and I can only eat that if I have spaghetti sauce to mix it with and bread to wrap it in). So today it was high time to do some shopping.
On the way I stopped in a local library and picked one of the staffer's brains about what would be good preparation for the Selection thing on Friday.
The first thing she told me was 'Know the Alphabet'.
She said that with a straight face. Jesus Christ, what is up with the education system in England?
Anyways, the rest of the advice was 'know what the Dewey Decimal System is and how it works', 'push that you are good at custome service', 'be confident, helpful and friendly but don't put on Airs and Graces' (I'm not even sure what Airs and Graces are' and it won't hurt to mention that you don't mind working with kids.
Other stuff that makes a good LA is Initiative. As in not waiting to be told that something needs to be done.
Neato. Sounds like I'm on track.
Anyways, tonight I am going to see a couple of bands in Soho, so I should sign off.
Over and out.
-J
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