What's the purpose of having a third blog, you ask?
Right, this one is a little more... say, personal than the other ones. Reason is: I have the good fortune of skipping uni for half a year and of spending three months of this most precious time of my life (a.k.a. my off-age youth) in Manchester doing an internship with a little company which we, for the sake of convenience, will henceforth call Squid. I work there because I applied - cover letter, CV, follow-up. There you go. Piece of piss.
I will be living somewhere in Manchester sharing with a PhD student. Don't ask me where, don't ask me how. My flatmate (Let's call her Peanuts) I found on Craigslist - Oh! the modern convenience of eschewing personal connections that you don't really have - and I know virtually nothing about her or the place I will be living. Not even the exact address. I have her number and know she'll pick me up at the bus stop (hopefully). Lasagne for dinner. Wine's on me. There you go. Piece of piss.
My flight is Friday, 27th of April some time in the afternoon. I forgot when exactly, but I'll find out once I get to the airport. I'm in no sweat - I have to be early anyways. They cancelled the direct connection from here to SXC, shame.
Over the past two weeks, I have been pissing off everyone with a bad toothache which I hope will go away until Friday. Yes, I have been to the dentist. No, it's not entirely clear what it is. Yes, I know you're not interested. It still occupies my mind, especially because my health insurance status is sort of unclear. I'd have never thought I'd pray for the NHS.
I feel I should prepare something. However, other than buying a new toothbrush and some shampoo, nothing came to my mind. I have my ID, Squid sent me a few materials, but they're kind of busy and don't really get back frequently. Peanuts seems fine and it's all pretty much settled. What else do I need. Clean underwear? They have these at M&S - and a lot cheaper than here. Food? I'm sure there'll be a Tesco somewhere (or a Morrison's or whatever, as long as it's not an ASDA or a Walmart).
Last time I left for the Isle, there weren't many people around. Now, there's a lot of them, and you have to say good-bye to each and everyone - sometimes as much as three times. Hey, you never know whether you'll see them before you head off, right? It's not as if I was leaving for good (give that a year and a half), but three months seems a long time for those who remain. Seriously, it's nice they do say good-bye and not fuck off. Me and my tooth...
So, today, tomorrow, Thursday. Three days. Shit.
Right, this one is a little more... say, personal than the other ones. Reason is: I have the good fortune of skipping uni for half a year and of spending three months of this most precious time of my life (a.k.a. my off-age youth) in Manchester doing an internship with a little company which we, for the sake of convenience, will henceforth call Squid. I work there because I applied - cover letter, CV, follow-up. There you go. Piece of piss.
I will be living somewhere in Manchester sharing with a PhD student. Don't ask me where, don't ask me how. My flatmate (Let's call her Peanuts) I found on Craigslist - Oh! the modern convenience of eschewing personal connections that you don't really have - and I know virtually nothing about her or the place I will be living. Not even the exact address. I have her number and know she'll pick me up at the bus stop (hopefully). Lasagne for dinner. Wine's on me. There you go. Piece of piss.
My flight is Friday, 27th of April some time in the afternoon. I forgot when exactly, but I'll find out once I get to the airport. I'm in no sweat - I have to be early anyways. They cancelled the direct connection from here to SXC, shame.
Over the past two weeks, I have been pissing off everyone with a bad toothache which I hope will go away until Friday. Yes, I have been to the dentist. No, it's not entirely clear what it is. Yes, I know you're not interested. It still occupies my mind, especially because my health insurance status is sort of unclear. I'd have never thought I'd pray for the NHS.
I feel I should prepare something. However, other than buying a new toothbrush and some shampoo, nothing came to my mind. I have my ID, Squid sent me a few materials, but they're kind of busy and don't really get back frequently. Peanuts seems fine and it's all pretty much settled. What else do I need. Clean underwear? They have these at M&S - and a lot cheaper than here. Food? I'm sure there'll be a Tesco somewhere (or a Morrison's or whatever, as long as it's not an ASDA or a Walmart).
Last time I left for the Isle, there weren't many people around. Now, there's a lot of them, and you have to say good-bye to each and everyone - sometimes as much as three times. Hey, you never know whether you'll see them before you head off, right? It's not as if I was leaving for good (give that a year and a half), but three months seems a long time for those who remain. Seriously, it's nice they do say good-bye and not fuck off. Me and my tooth...
So, today, tomorrow, Thursday. Three days. Shit.
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