Also, that waitressing job went on the back-burner. As these things tend to happen, the instant I attempt to stray from the path I'm just sitting on waiting for something to move (kind of like sitting on a stalled tube train - you think about jumping into the tunnel and attempting to hop onto another moving train - which would actually result in death - then it starts to move again). I got a job interview to teach, contract, full time, in Hackney Wick area. For those of you who may be unaware, that is the WORST area of London (so I've been told). I've been told to stay the hell away from there and to not even wander there on a whim just to see if the rumors are true. So that is where my job interview is tomorrow. They need a teacher, so chances are higher I'll be offered the job. However, I think it may be in my best interest to use this interview as a practice. I.....just don't think I want to dive in to my first teaching job in an area that's known for constant crime and violence. As much as the kids need it, I don't think that my lack of experience will help them in any way. In fact, I think it may make for a very long year and a very worn out Sarah who no longer wants to teach.
Anyways. Practice. It's practice. That way the next time I'll be less nervous. I think I'm equating it somewhat to house-hunting. You never buy the first one you find. Nor do you rent the first apartment/flat you find either. You have to shop around. I do not need a contract. I can supply teach. Unfortunately, the waitressing job interview was at the same time. Teaching/career comes first. Regardless of location. So it won out in the end. However, the coffee shop I go to on a nearly regular basis is hiring again. They're always hiring. But their food and their coffee is (surprisingly) AMAZING. And the vibe in there is really cool. So unless something ELSE pops up on wednesday morning I'll just wander there for a coffee and casual CV drop off.
On to the photographs!
Helen and I on a night out on the town. I think this was at All Bar One in Covent Garden.
Cousin Maggie and I on her brief pass through of London. This photo was actually taken to ease my uncle David's worries that I was no longer living. And here....look! I'm even STANDING!
Another night out on the town. Helen....kind of failed at the drinking of BOOZE as she sipped her tea like soup. Yes, this is how she consumed the ENTIRE cup of tea.
Same place. This is probably one of the few times I've ever felt tall in my entire life. These doorways required either ducking or, as I am demonstrating, odd bodily contortions in order to get through them. Otherwise you're embarrassing yourself by smacking face first into the door frame.
Tonight, a rather tame night. Indian food in the Victoria neighbourhood - this was my dessert. It's some delicious ice cream with toffee in a freakin' POT (!) and that's not all....
This is the utensil I was given to eat it with. WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING!?!?! Don't tell me it's a fork. It is NOT a fork. It has two tines and one horribly misshapen thing on it! Like a tumoresque tine.
SEE??
The horror. THE HORROR. I don't know what this thing is for!!!
Though, when I went up to pay, the waiter asked if I was on vacation. I assume this is the fork they hand to whomever they presume to be a tourist. I got the tourist fork. It was horrifying.
On the way back to the tube, we came across this. All guilded and pretty, just standing there. Thankfully everything abnormal (and even some normal things) have plaques explaining their existence. This is LITTLE BEN. Helen is in front of it. No it is not cold out. Yes she is cold. She is from Bermuda. Poor woman.
So. On that note, I guess I should go to bed soon and prepare myself to decline a job even though it seems to go against everything I stand for to decline work opportunities, I just don't think that this will be the best fit, nor a wise decision for myself - a newly qualified teacher in a foreign country.
Conflicted.
-Sarah
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