My London life has gotten to a stage where I feel it is too closely resembling my Auckland life. I am officially settled and unfortunately, all I have going for me at present is my job. I need to shake things up, in a major way. And I will gladly accept suggestions - but know this - I am super lazy.
My wholehearted attempts at keeping my London life exciting are as follows:
Watching Jersey Shore. And the Golden Girls. A lot.
Drinking. Irregularly. Inappropriately.
Eating ice-cream. In bed. Semi-regularly. At 3am.
It's like I never left Auckland. Please note that the above are all things that I enjoy.
I'm trying to make friends. I think I may have made a few in-roads with some workmates, and have had a couple of good nights out with them, but they're busy people and I'm their boss. And my current job does not really lend itself to a social life, what with finishing at 3am on any given night.
At least I have Clea and Claire. I wish I had a GBF, though. That's Gay Best Friend, and it would be awesome.
My love life, if it has ever really existed, has hit the skids. No attention. Not that I expect it, but it would be nice. So I've signed up for a dating website. And I went on a date (with a boy - hi Grandma!). He asked me quite quickly if I wanted to meet for a drink... and I like the thought of dating, but the act itself usually leaves a lot to be desired. So I said yes, and went on the date. We just had a drink, well - he had 2 to be precise, which he nursed for 2.5 hours while I made frequent returns to the bar to get drunk enough not to walk out during his boring fashion stories. It was an experience, but one I do not want to re-experience with a random stranger any time soon. I did go on a nice date early on in my London life, but since then the ol' love life has been incredibly flat.
I bought an iphone on Thursday. Had a screaming match with vodafone over the phone on Friday, and again yesterday afternoon in the Oxford St store where said iphone was purchased. I was told to go back there after calling the help line on Thursday, only to find that it closed 45 minutes early in order for everyone who works there to go home at 5pm on the dot, I could have had everything resolved Friday if I had just spoken to someone else in the first instance, and that call centres in London literally make me want to rip my eyes out.
I'm probably gonna check out Grindr because I'm a dirty gay.
I leave for Germany on Friday morning. So. Butting. Excited. Before I go, i have to do a full 50-ish hour week in four days. But it will be worth it to have eight days off. UPDATE: Just got Thursday off. HUZZAH. Now I just have to do a 40 hour week in 3 days, which isn't so bad.
Peace.
