Saturday 24th April 2010

This time last year, I was still working at Brize (which is in David Cameron’s constituency, in fact) . I spent the weekdays doing Stuff which was usually entertaining, working on a project that was fairly interesting.

In the evenings, I spent my time in a pub. Where I had my bar tab paid for. My evenings were spent relaxing in my room watching DVDs or surfing the net for an hour or so, before going down to the bar for tasty food and refreshing beer. Which was paid for. Occasionally my colleague and I would stroll over to the pub over the road for a few more pints (which sadly weren’t bought for us), to sample the delights of whatever guest ales they had in and to generally put the world to rights, in the way that only seems to happen after generous amounts of beer has been consumed.

At the start of the week, I had an enjoyable drive to work. I left at 6am, but I quite enjoyed driving along and watching the sun rising ever higher above the horizon as I got nearer to work,  noticing the mist which always hung above the river at a certain point, seeing people as they started their daily routine. And of course the sequence of hairpins going up Fish Hill. At the end of the week, the drive back was less entertaining because of traffic, but it didn’t matter because work was done. It was the start of the weekend, and after an early Friday finish that’s all that really mattered.

I don’t particularly miss the work so much. But as I look towards the next few weeks of coursework and viva and revision and exams, it’s hard not to reminisce.

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Saturday 24th April 2010, 8:38 am

I’ve begun to realise that I like work. I like having the structure and knowing, vaguely, what the day entails. I think with Uni I found it hard because although there was a structure it wasn’t always a full day for me and it sucked the motivation out of me. My day now begins at 6am and ends somewhere around 11pm and I like it. Not sure I ever thought I’d hear myself say that.

Fish Hill looks lovely and green :)


Saturday 24th April 2010, 10:29 am

I don’t particularly want to travel the world, so much. But as I look towards the next few weeks of coursework and viva and presentation and revision and exams, it’s hard not to be incredibly envious of stories of those “stranded” in New York city, or out backpacking in Australia…


Saturday 24th April 2010, 3:49 pm

The F1 race last weekend was in China, and all week on Twitter and various blogs I’ve been reading about the various ways people got home. Have to admit that it all sounds like great fun!


Wednesday 28th April 2010, 3:36 pm

You’re making me feel all nostalgic for a past that isn’t even mine. Good writing :). And yes, for all the reasons you just listed, Hannah, I can’t wait to get out and get a job and have a day with a long structure. My favourite days at the moment are days that start at seven thirty and go on until half ten at night :) but I haven’t had any of those this term so far. Don’t know what was keeping me so busy last term! xxx

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