Thursday
I've had one those days I wish I'd throw back and get a refund but life must move. Work's going great, really great but the workload increases exponentially. We were supposed to have a launch for our new department this week but things have been way too hectic to even think of celebrating. However, our kind bosses graced each of our cubicles with a bottle of wine. I take back all I said in my last post about how stingy British people are. They really are a nice bunch. As I speak, my new world sauvignon blanc is chilling in the fridge (excuse the pun!)Tomorrow I'm having a tete-a-tete with my immediate boss to discuss my progress and what sort of direction I need to steer myself to maximise my production and reach for way out targets. I love my little cubicle existence. I feel like a working ant in colony building an empire for the good of humankind so big for me to even see. Working for a not-for-profit company can have its ulterior rewards. My day's monotony is broken by moments realising what lies beneath each contract that passes by me. I really do like this company's profile. I considering doing their 18 month graduate business leadership stint which is split between Bristol and the Square Mile in London.
On my way back from the office I was almost run over by a red and yellow Royal Mail van being driven by a post man who used stop my old place of work.
He shouts at me, "Hey you, I thought you were in America!"
My quick response, "I used to be!"
Even though part of me wishes I was still in California, it's good to be back.
posted by mpenseli @ 11:40 AM
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