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I have done very little work at Work today. Mr. Boss is ill and I am stuck on a variety of things and can't be bothered asking anyone else. I do NOT like not knowing what I'm doing, at all. I also don't like answering the phone and enquiries in person because I don't like not being able to know exactly how to help people. I like it when I know everything and they say thank you so much for your time and advice Eleanor. Anyway apparently no-one else is doing any work either, them over there < have been talking about dogs for about two hours.
Having a job is generally quite good though, ain't it? I know if I was at uni right now, the week after reading week*, I would be a HORRENDOUS crying mess of stress and all-day-in-bed. I like getting used to getting up at 8.30am (it does help that work is 5 minutes walk away, obviously) and riding my bike home for lunch (I've just bought a basket for it, exciting, though the chain's off at the moment and I suspect the screws are so rusted over it will be a trial getting it back on) or sitting in the library and watching students and being glad I am not one. I had forgotten over the summer how FIT and interesting a lot of Goldsmiths students are. And sharing the office with Gemma three days a week is nice.
This week I have two interviews for jobs I applied for two months ago; one admin one for the Home Office in Croydon, which I don't really want (because, er, going to Croydon every day, no thanks), and one which is a casual Saturday events assistant at West Greenwich Arts Centre. I hope I get the latter because I want more customer service/arts/events/blah experience so I can work in a museum SOON. And it's good pay, and is basicly a work-when-you're-available thing. Woot. And by next week I should apply for the permanent position for the job I'm temping at the moment (Admissions Office at Goldsmiths innit). All these good things after the summer of horrid Jobseekersing...
What else what else. Rob and I went to Rome last week. It was very, very tiring, wandering around the city and trying to understand Foreign, but nice. The sun shone a lot and we saw a whole lot of Old Stuff and even went dancing on Friday, at a club that was exactly like being in nodnoL, but with less arrogance aaaaand less smoke. And Motorcycle Emptiness, what. Summary of Old Stuff: Colisseum: Not as big as I expected, more people dressed up as Centurions needed please; Trevi Fountain: I do not like it very much; Sistine Chapel: Why is it so square? More thought into the architecture and less into decorating every single centimetre of wall/ceilingspace please; Pantheon: nice; St. Peter's: Woah huge! All awe-inspiring (awe in humanity & our feats of architecture, not, like, God or anything) and that, even after the squillion big churches we'd been in already; everything else: 'nuff history thanks, get rid of some of those squillions of Roman columns hanging around because one gets kind of over-saturated with The Past and it's just toooooo much. So I realised I quite like the 20th Century and modern stuff in general, and yearned for something that wasn't another fresco (art history FACT: fresco comes from the Latin for fresh, and is painted on fresh plaster). Though the five or six story apartment blocks on every single narrow street are quite cool. We stayed in one of them. I developed a taste for gnocchi, yum! And a taste for bright blue skies in November... sigh.
Then on the way home from the airport on Saturday night kids threw stones at the nightbus and shattered the window by my head, nice. I don't like the N47. Ooh, I will have to add that incident into our song about buses.
I think the dear colleague sitting opposite me is playing minesweeper. I don't know what else would require quite so much mouse-clicking. Ten minutes to five.
*I do have an essay to write though, for art history class. I keep forgetting. I have to pick something from the National Gallery and write about it, but the National Gallery closes at 6pm, pain pain pain. Art history class is quite fun, mostly middle-aged ladies and uninteresting people, but nice to just sit back and look at paintings and not care if I have not idea what anyone's talking about, because I'm doing it voluntarily and it only cost £60.
Threeeee minutes to fiiiiive, I am off. Now livejournal knows all about what I've been doing for weeks, ain't you lucky. Ta-ra. xxx