happy monday

Well, this is my second monday in London. I suppose that means that tomorrow marks an official two weeks away from home. I miss it less and less each day. Seeing as Guelph does not count as a "city" per se, seeing as it's downtown was comparable in size to the one in Goderich, (okay, Guelph's was slightly bigger, but the "size matters" debate has no place here). This is my first time in a city. A large one anyways. This means I am constantly being surprised by things or fascinated. Human nature fascinates me and to be honest, I want to spend half a day on a park bench tucked away and just watch how strangers interact when they pass each other - what happens when people bump into one another (options being appologize, ignore it, or if you're me - probably fall down)? How many people are PROBABLY lost but are afraid to admit it to the ever watching public who probably aren't watching at all? Things like that. Maybe if I some how find more money than I know what to do with, I should invest in a psych degree?

I figure with 15 minutes left before the school day starts that today is another day of unemployment for me. I think it may be time to go downstairs, wrestle with the printer, and attempt to print off a CV to work in a coffee shop. As much as I loved my job before, it's not necessarily my first priority to do that again across the ocean. BUT the dwindling numbers in my bank account suggest that I should probably do something to remedy the situation.

Ohhhh the real world.


UPDATE: it's later on in this monday morning and I have now applied online for a couple of waitressing jobs. Seeing as work in my actual profession hasn't started yet and my belief that it actually will start soon is fading ever so slightly (but not entirely), I figured why the hell not. I found one that is at a place in Notting Hill Gate where I live right now - still in a hostel - but hey, work is work, right? I  may even be able to keep the bar-tending part of the job if that is what I am hired for (assuming I get hired), when I am teaching for some extra cash - hellooooo leaving the hostel!
Also, I got an email BACK asking me to come in for an interview tomorrow at 1pm. Now that I have done this I will likely get a call telling me I am teaching, as that is the way that the world seems to work. Odd.