Ive ranted at length about the job im in im sure. a fraction off 2 years in the company selling frames and i think the best way to describe my current mood is: Numb. No, it really is a mood. The market is taking a downturn, people left, right and centre are quitting for better things and im left here being the loyal lapdog. For fucks sake im not even lower management yet! So Im thinking about all of the possibilities for the future like a second job to make ends meet in the dead months, selling Rubi (yes its that bad) or just canning the whole thing and pissing off to Australia. Then I receive an email....
Its from a girl whom i used to work with at the hellhole. Shes on a proper london salary doing a similar thing to me and her company want someone to deal with the UK side of operations. Sounds good to me. So after some email banter and a phone call from the woman whos position is up for grabs, we arrange a meet for thursday night. Thats tonight. So im bricking it really. Casual setting, informal meet. Do i wear a suit (which, if you know me is no major thing), or more casual? No, im not worried about what will happen at said meeting, only how I look. After all, its about first impressions, right? Wish me luck.
In other news, sunday saw me again join the fray in the Great London Rideout. Its a classic scooter ride from Regents Park, through Central London and out East to Southend in Essex. What a day. Got lost (nothing new there), met some new friends, saw some old ones, burnt the back of my hands ONLY (think about it..) and ended up in Soho House on the rooftop terrace for supper with most of my scooter club. Surreal is the best word to describe. It comes second only to the experience had earlier in the day, when i was privelidged to see my magician friend of mine pack her suitcase for a business trip (think about that!). Anyways, I didnt take any pics so ill be leaching them from other sites to post up here in time.
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