First day at Blackdog Publishing today. It seems that getting lost before everything First is a trend this week. Got lost on my way to class in Harrow. Got REALLY lost to Creative Writing. Didn't really get lost to Internship Toolkit or Linguistics, but while your luck is looking up, we're going to put you on the wrong tube train. Hell, why not? So instead of going EAST on the Metropolitan line, I ended up going WEST. Thus, I was twenty minutes late to my internship.
But when I say that no one seemed to mind, they really didn't seem to mind. No one approached me about why I was late or bothered to do anything about it. Marianne greeted me at the door and said, "You're supposed to sign in before your shift, sign out and back in for lunch, and then sign out at the end of the day. Here, let me show you to your computer. This is the tea room, you get your hot drinks here." And so forth. She introduced me to the editorial department which consists of two people. No joke. Molly was already there and working. They had me working on the same thing as she was: researching flags.
Which is such a general thing to say, but I managed to fill about six notebooks pages of research notes and websites by the end of the day. Or was it eight pages? I can't rightfully remember. There was a lot of Google involved.
Also, I can access Facebook and my personal email account at work. I think they'll be using my personal email to email me. Tom of the editorial team sent me a tester email which I replied to just to say "This is my address. Add me to your contacts." And I admit I was on Facebook for a little bit, but I got off because I was busy researching flag designs. Also, my mother was on at the same time.
Molly and I went to lunch at a kebab place. I tried a kabab and decided that I didn't like chili sauce as much because the spices burned my mouth. I'll stick with the garlic sauce instead. Anyway, finishing a meal must be a thing over here because I only managed to eat half of it (it was pretty big, by the way). So when I went to pay the man asked if there was something wrong with it, and I said "No. No, it was really good. I'm just full." This wasn't the first time someone questioned why I didn't finish a meal either. I was having a bagel sandwich with Vanessa during my first week when my appetite was MIA and she asked why I only ate half my sandwich. Does the sandwich not taste good? And I said, "No, the sandwich is fine. I'm just full because I don't have an appetite." So I guess you're supposed to eat everything on your plate over here.
Afternoon sort of dragged, which it's wont to do in an office setting. But around five Libby pulled out a birthday cake because it was a graphic designer's birthday today. It was good cake too. Really moist and chocolately. But the company was going to the pub afterwards and Molly and I were also invited. Both declined. It was raining really hard all day and both of us just wanted to get home, which is somewhat of a lame excuse for a new person at work. But honestly, I feel like I didn't get to know anybody else besides Marianne during the day. No one made the effort to talk to either Molly or me. At least not yet. Wednesday might probably be different.
Throughout the day, Molly and I kept glancing at each other just to see what the other was up to. It's one of those security things you do, you know? Where you're not entirely sure you should be doing what you're doing so you check to see if the other person in your same boat is doing the same thing. And whatever they're doing, whether it's wrong or right or neither, is the thing you'll feel more comfortable doing. Even if you get in trouble, you'll get in trouble together, and that's better than getting in trouble alone.
When I did get home, I immediately changed into sweats. Then I wandered downstairs to see what Oscar was doing and I apparently woke him up from sleeping all day. Fridays are his day off so he stayed up all night Tuesday. While I was waiting for him to dress, Lynn came down with some food and I followed her into Francie's room. Francie's friend Ryan is visiting for a few days from Syria so he's sleeping on an air mattress in her room. We hung out for a bit before heading into the kitchen to make dinner.
And it was some of the best curry I've ever had. Denise learned how to make curry from scratch while staying in a hostel in a place I can't remember the name of, so she oversaw the making of that. I chopped vegetables and helped clean up. Between that, I enjoyed delicious, delicious curry. So gooood!.
And I hung around the first floor kitchen until eleven/midnight-ish. That's when I retreated into my room, called Jessica and talked with her until two in the morning over here. Left a message on home's answering machine just to say I'm alright and that's the end of my day.
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