Thursday 16th June

Sorry it's been so long. I haven't been keeping my diary so I'll try and update today as best I can on the things that have been happening. I'm still living at the bed and breakfast in my sad little room (I was eventually moved). I've been having money troubles so extra curricular activities have been at a minimum (we get paid monthly and since I started at the beginning of the month I have to wait...) My working hours are 12-8 although I'm on a 2-8 this week as I have a Saturday shift even though I stupidly went into work on Monday at 12 and worked for 2 hours I wasn't supposed to. There are various roles to be done within my department at the hospital but at the moment I'm working upstairs, away from the patients, booking appointments over the phone. I'm sick to death of playing solitaire and reading trashy mags about b-grade english celebs who mean nothing to me. I am slowly going insane.

I've made a couple of friends but oddly we have nothing in common and I can't say I've meet anyone at work yet which I do have anything in common with. Some of them do tend to drink a lot but I don't much feel like drinking these days. The hangovers aren't worth it!

They had a social event last Friday with a 'school disco' theme that I got dragged along to. The first 15 minutes were a killer as I thought I'd end up standing in the corner by myself but things perked up and I got chatting to a few people. Luckily I had to leave to get the last tube home which prevented me from "drinking my way out of that mess" and making an idiot of myself. Although there were plenty of people to do that for me.

Some other points of interest from the past few weeks:
I saw some arabadabadoos (pet nickname - oh I may have failed to mention the hospital I work in is run by some Arabs) kissing with their noses which I thought was kinda cool but would be strange and awkward if you were forced to do it.

I've noticed the London 'freaks' are of an interesting breed. One old guy grabbed me my arm as I walked past him the other night and he turned around and gave me a huge grin. I don't know what that meant and you can only imagine the stories that started formulating in my brain. (I'm quite glad I hadn't watched the movie Fallen recently.)

The ticket lottery for the Live 8 concert has been running and if you haven't heard the lineup is the most incredible ever. I had a good feeling about winning tickets with a 1 in 28 chance of getting some but unfortunately I missed out even though my crappy boss managed to score some. I'm pretty gutted about this and prepared to pay £200 for a ticket if the chance comes up.

Beyond all this I've just been watching a bunch of TV. I'm now horribly addicted to Big Brother. Heaven forbid.

OoO the power just went off!

Hmm what else. I don't know when or if I'll be moving back to Shane's. As I've already illustrated his family don't talk well which leaves me totally in the daark. Will probably try and find a house this weekend a bit closer to town.

In the last few days I got offered that job I really wanted. They want a runner who after about 6 months they train as a junior editor. They basically make film trailers and have designed a good portion of famous movie posters. The catch however (there's always one) is that they've offered me £8000 less a year than I'm getting now and I just can't accept it with money so crap. It's seriously one of the worst pays I've come across so I'm rather shattered about all that.

Went to the pub the other night and apparently the English shows are true in that its pretty much a requirement to have a few beers after work every night before going home. Had an interesting day that day. Both Bryan Adams and Sophie Ellis Bextor had appointments which has since prompted me to go celebrity hunting in our database (I get seriously bored man). Lots of interesting people includ. Keanu, Kylie, Catherine Zeta Jones and a possible Michael Jackson.

Anyway as I was saying, at the pub afterwards I met a guy who's housemates are editors and he seemed quite keen to introduce me to them at some stage. There's still hope I guess.

Last night went to Nandos for some dinner with Shane and his catering mates. We managed to get through 2 whole chickens which was quite a feat and then I had to get to bed early for my 8am start at the hospital today (a bloody 8am on a Saturday is ludicrous). Shane kept me awake by putting on dvds and saying 'watch this bit, watch this bit' even though I'd seen them all before. (oh yeah I stayed at his house cos its so near work) and then had the craziest dreams ever.

So today is Saturday. I've just finished work, it's 32C (can you believe it) and I'm thinking about seeing a movie. Sorry this entry is so disjointed but it will give you an idea of my life at the moment.