Twickenham Amateur Regatta |
I’ve been back for two weeks now. I’ve shaken off the
holiday blues, started a new placement, and am back in full London-swing.
Although I’m back, I haven’t totally pushed NZ/Oz out my mind. I have plans to
return, for a longer time, in the future. But there are a few things I want to
tick off the list before then.
The past two weeks have flown by, partly due to the fact
that I’m really enjoying the new placement at work. I’ve moved into IT
Infrastructure and it’s likely to be an area that I’m in for some time.
Placements are usually about 4 months long but what with the Games and me out
volunteering a chunk of that time, we haven’t actually set any
end date yet. I’ve started in the End User Computing team – involving everything to do with the user from investigating computing faults to creating
new user accounts and granting users access to share drives and various
softwares and applications – which, I KNOW, sounds fairly boring, but I actually find quite
interesting getting to see how the back end system is all linked together. I like the
customer contact and getting to talk to, and help people. Anyway, enough of
that for now – more news soon…
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The La's |
Last week was pretty relaxed; the jetlag definitely
affected me more on the return leg – AKA I did nothing of interest to tell you
about. That’s not totally true, I did spend the evenings researching the IT job
market in Sydney and the visa application process...
On Friday I jumped on a train and headed to Manchester Piccadilly to catch a ride with Naomi and Dad back home – via a lovely dinner at the Brinsop Arms where I talked basically uninterrupted for two hours! - sorry Fam!
On Friday I jumped on a train and headed to Manchester Piccadilly to catch a ride with Naomi and Dad back home – via a lovely dinner at the Brinsop Arms where I talked basically uninterrupted for two hours! - sorry Fam!
On Sunday I went to Manchester. I went for a sensible,
sophisticated lunch with a select group of close lady friends. What I got was a
beer and a burger, inappropriate hilarity, penny poker, Jӓgerbombs,
tequila shots and shisha pipes with a group of peer-pressuring barely-women.
Such a good day (minus the footballing saga which we’re definitely not
mentioning here). In fact I had such a good day that I decided it would be best
if I just stayed in Manchester all night and got the 5.05am train back to
London on Monday… Seemed wise at the time. I survived Monday – but it was definitely
touch-and-go more than once during the day.
During the past week I went to another BCS lecture about something probably fairly uninteresting for most, I also went to my first
netball practice session in a while and caught up with how the second season has
gone so far – pretty much the same as last season. On Friday I finally got
around to doing my practical assessment for my ICSA license. During the busy
morning period I pulled on my hi-vis jacket, picked up my baton and PA
walky-talky thingymajiggy and off I went announcing destinations, warning
people to ‘please stand well behind the yellow line for your own safety’ and
asking everyone to ‘please mind the doors, mind the closing doors please!’ - I passed! And
then, it was the weekend again. I bumped into one Mr James Brook for a cheeky pint in a great place after work on Friday and then went home for a Skype session with Sydney,
Australia.
Ham House |
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Ice Cream |
Random Shoes |
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Twickenham |
I’m on the early shifts this week and next, meaning I get
to finish at 4pm and enjoy the last the days good weather! Which I’m hoping
lasts through the weekend because on Saturday I’m heading up to Liverpool for
the night. But I’ll tell you more about that next time.
Until then,
Bren x
STOP
PRESS
WE WON OUR
FIST NETBALL MATCH!
FINAL SCORE:
13-8
Ps, I've signed up to do shifts at a couple of stations during the first week of the Games - If you’re coming down to
see any of the events and heading to the Olympic Park you might even see me at Canning Town or West Ham.
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