i'm home from work today (part 2)

work, work, work.

is great. i like the people, the work is interesting & big perks:

* the stipend situation isn't as bad as i thought. i'm breaking even on transportation and lunch.
* amazing 65p sandwich place just down the street. sandwiches for 65p. and not just ham & cheese or roast beef sandwiches: i've had a brie, rocket & tomato on a pumpkin seed bread, an emmenthal, cress & jalapeno on a bagel & a humous & veggies on a roll. delicious & money-saving! this place is amazing. long live sandwichman.
* the easton pub down the street is also supposed to be yummers.
* i love the neighbourhood, which seems to be at the cusp of angel, clerkenwell, finsbury in the borough of islington.
* my security pass only works from 9 am to 6:30 pm. seriously. i can't be there after 6:30 pm or before 9:00 am.
* casual dress code. jeans! jeans! jeans!
* & i've already been asked for directions & i knew where the place was!
* my commute isn't so bad, so long as (1) the overground train isn't crazy busy (once i had to let a train pass before i could get on) & (2) the northern line on the tube isn't crazy (once i had to let 2 of them pass before i could on). i wish for a seat, but it doesn't always happen. :(

general commuting observations:
* sucking on a lemon dour faces. london - smile! you live in a wonderful city full of history and culture. i promise, smiling doesn't hurt.
* don't walk so slow. move it, move it, move it. don't make me nip your heels.
* no need to be a douche. we're all stuck in this over-crowded train together. hurling your girth around body-checking everyone ain't fun for anyone.
* why oh why oh why does my overground train into london bridge have to stop just short of the station FOR-EVER!? but, no amount of sighing will make it move. if only we could channel the collective energy of sighing on that train, we could probably generate enough power to move it into the station on our own. it's a track space issue. grrrr.
* no crazies on my commute. where are they? has london succeeded in shipping them all off to the colonies? i miss the entertainment.

commute on 5.10.09 was noteworthy for (1) the nasty odor on the overland train to london bridge (a combination of rainy day smell (wet wool) + b.o = i felt like i was suffocating in a men's locker room) & (2) grotty feet on a lady on the tube. i'm talking claw-like toes! and who wears sandals in the rain!? several londoners, apparently.