My Week: Starbucks Horror, tube Rage and the Joy of the 9-5
Written by James 0n 21st Jan, 2006
Back by absolutely no popular demand, it’s the weekly deluge of trivialities that is my blog. You’d think I’d have double the usual material to work with, but I cannot muster even that (heavily limitted) volume of material, so don’t get into this with high expectations as that will lead to massive disappointment. Those of you that gave up two hours of your life to watch Friends and Crocodiles on Sunday night will know the feeling.
To be honest I’m only writing this because I’m tied to the computer listening to VPT on IC Radio – fans of The Friday Show (all three of you) will know one of it’s presenters, Matt Cunningham (the hardest not-working man in showbiz) as my former sidekick and entertainment reporter / bitching assistant. I’m slightly horrified that it seems to be running fairly smoothly – this isn’t what I tune in for! Speaking of which there is a chance that I will be making a return to the lofty heights of student radio broadcasting soon, but it will almost certainly go pear shaped so, once again, don’t get your hopes up. (I think that will be on my grave stone!)
Right, get to the point, enough of these asides…
Last weekend, as I mentioned, was filled largely by feeling a bit off. Not ill, just a bit odd. It all started going wrong on Saturday morning when I discovered that the Starbucks I normally frequent on a Saturday morning was closed to be refurbished (god knows why, it looked fine to me). This was followed by a few moments of pathetic faffing trying to decide what to do instead which made me realised just how important my routine seems to have become. Eventually I settled on the Costa next door, but it’s not the same and, in my personal opinion, the coffee isn’t as good.
Anyway, this disruption completely threw me and I think set the tone for the whole weekend, which was largely spent faffing and begin unable to decide what to do. I can’t actually remember what I settled on, so it can’t have been terribly exciting. I know some of it involved trying to get two PCs and a Mac to share things properly – really not worth the effort. Macs are odd machines – nice to look at, nice to use, horrible to administer.
The week itself has of course been dominated by work, which on the whole is going quite well. I do quickly need to deliver a PSR (public service rant) to all users of Victoria station, especially those who try to get onto the eastbound District line at about 9am. GET OUT OF MY BLOODY WAY!!!! In order for you to get on the overcrowded train, you need to let us off first. And that is very difficult when you just stand right in front of the doors and don’t step aside to let us get off. Also those of you coming from the Victoria line, please follow the designated route to the platform and don’t try to go down the corridor meant for people going the other way.
And on the subject of transport, we’ve all heard the rants about cyclists on the pavement, but it really is at its worst on the Albert Embankment. Dozens of them. And they have the nerve to ring their bells at pedestrians who come within a metre of them. Get in the bloody road – I know it’s not easy to cycle on London roads, but that’s why I don’t do it.
Why are people in this city so stupid and/or rude?!
Ahh, I feel better for now.
So yes, work. We’ve almost reached an important milestone, albeit a week late, which doesn’t bode well for the overall deadline. But it’s still progress, so I’m happy. And I have to say that the 9-5 (or really the 9:30-6, but that doesn’t have the same ring to it) is turning out to work really well, and the novelty still hasn’t worn off. Obviously I still hate getting out of bed in the morning and Sunday evening are inherrently depressing, but that’s all part of the fun.
This weekend…. probably a repeat of last weekend’s faffing. The Sky+ is almost full, so I guess I had better try to clear some space. Now whether that means watching my stuff or deleting my flatmate’s stuff remains to be seen.
Oh before I go, fellow IC graduates must check out the photos of the demolished Southside – very bizarre: http://www.imperial.ac.uk/princesgardens/impressions/demolition.htm
That’s all folks.