well, as per my previous blog, alot has been happening...for a change. I'll start from the beginning. Last week i completed my exams! congrats to me for kicking arse - i'm sure my parents will be relieved to hear that. I was fortunate enough to flick through my books on the tube on the way to the exam, and happened to read the exact topic that was on the exam. i was so thankful because i simply could not study where i was. at the time, i was living in a hostel in Kennington. The hostel was ok, but not great. I had a full room full of dickheads mostly but made friends with some Dutch guys. this guy Rein was a recovering addict and had spent quite a few months in rehab. he was not overly enthused about snorting cocaine on the kitchen counter with my fellow roommates, so most of the time we hung out watching dvd's on my laptop. he was good company in that i had no one around with me - the girls were still at the flat in bermondsey.
(this is me at the tower of london, standing in the exact same spot from 10 years ago! - there used to be a chopping block here - replaced with a memorial)The other roommates were very noisy and inconsiderate. I spent many hours on the phone with Adam telling him about it. so i could not possibly study with these hoodrats in my room. and that's not to mention that freaky guy with chronic flatulence. the room just stank the entire time - sooooo bad. every 5 mins he's let another one rip, and man did they rip. I think he may have actually been ill cos he spent quite a while on the toilets and rumour has it that the second floor toilet was majorly blocked and overflowed with shit and god knows what all over the floor. the entire level STANK!!! so bad. in the morning i woke up to get myself some breakfast (which was probably the best part of staying at the hostel) and noticed the fart guy had shit on his back and the back of his arm. actual shit. this was not a healthy fellow. the hostel was really quite hysterical, i found myself amused more times than not. i found sitting up in my room looking out the window down to the bitch fights out on the road to be quite amusing. on regular occasions, groups of girls would gang up on one girl and beat her up. quite sad really for the poor girl trying to get away, but you see it so often here in London it kinda becomes routine. but that also meant that i couldn't leave the hostel after about 6pm. indoors didn't phase me too much cos it was quite cosy, but when the guy sleeping on the bunk beneath me brought random girls into his bed, i often dreamt i was on a boat or something...gross (bed rocking in case u didn't make that link). but none the less, i had a pretty good bed, good sleep, good breakfast and I'm still in one piece.
(Nikki and Jess walking down Bermondsey Street)i headed back to bermondsey for a night, but then was told we had to shift cos one of the chefs complained about us - woohoo! basically this happened the day after Jess arrived. but we headed off to a hostel which was pretty exciting cos they can be alot of fun. and this week has been awesome. me Jess and nik have done alot of touristy stuff - The London Tombs, Trafalgar Square, Buckingham Palace, Tower Bridge and the Tower of London, Thorpe Park, and went to Camden Town and spent alot of time on the tube, probably more than most would in a visit to London. It was really awesome to spend time going out and seeing stuff with nik and jess, cos it reminded me alot of old times. you often forget where u come from when surrounded by your friends cos it becomes so comfortable. but being here in London with nikki and jess is like, wow, we grew up together and now we are in London together. i think its pretty damn amazing and nikki and jess are two amazing girls that i am proud to know. i think what they have both done and achieved would make any mother proud - Jo, you really do have two amazing and beautiful daughters! I have had such a good time in London and i am sad to see them go tomorrow!
(Me and Jess at Trafalgar Square)Now onto my job situation just to clear things up. I got a job at a pub near Liverpool Street, and all seemed well. the pay was better than average but that's not to say average is any good. I was working basically 12 - 13 hours straight, wake up at 9 for breakfast. eat, scurry and get dressed then rush off to work to be there by 10:30am, then working on my feet ALLLL day till around midnight, 1am, in an underground pub so no windows or natural light (was sickening) and serving sleazy businessmen while the soccer is on. My boss was a nice enough guy but had no fucking clue. he was the most arrogant person i have ever met and a total fucking wanker! but he was good when the patrons inappropriately sleazed onto me. it got to the point where my boss nearly got into a brawl because of it, and one particular guy wouldn't leave the pub so was forced out and waited out the front for me. my boss walked me to the station safely, but i think he only did that cos he felt all superior and blah blah blah - he liked to talk himself up alot. oh and apparently he's on 880 pounds per week as the manager, but seriously he did sweet fuck all. most of the time he was sitting down, playing poker with customers, demanding drinks and by the end of the night was too drunk so he was 'working, but not working' as he so put it. actually i dont recall him working at all. that seriously pissed me off, cos i'd be working 13 hours shifts a day, every day mon to friday, on my feet working flat out for a measly 6 pounds an hour. that's right, 6 pounds. so in total, i'd be bringing in no more than 200 pounds per week. shit shit shit. so i was outa there in a flash. i felt awful cos i couldn't contact my family. my phone was dead, i had no credit and literally had zero time to even charge my phone or send one of my awesome 'super quick' emails. it was sooo depressing not hearing from my family in like 3 days. it was an awful ordeal, but you live, you learn. however, is this fate or what? the same day i quit my job, i was offered a new one out of the blue. I was downstairs at reception at my hostel and began chatting with the Australian girls working there. i mentioned my brief stint in the pub and they asked me if i wanted a job. the job is just ace. i haven't started yet, but basically i get free accommodation, free breakfast and 120 pounds cash per week. and the area is just so nice, safe and opposite a park, and a stone throw away from Hyde park and strips of nice shops and boutiques. woohoo! such a pleasant feeling. So, this is my new home for the next 5 or 6 weeks!
(and this is where i live!!! SWEEET!)
i went grocery shopping today which should last me a couple of weeks so I'm saving money by not eating out. I'll do this job and live here and absorb as much as i can from London until Adam arrives in 4 weeks!!! sooo excited. we have a lot of plans and i am thrilled to have a home to bring him to when he gets here.
I'm sorry this blog was so 'updatey' and i hope to bring you all some great stories soon! Life is hard no doubt, but as usual, I'm pulling through. I'm one tough cookie!
I'll keep you all updated with my plans, but for now, this seems to be my home. I have come to the decision that Kenya is something i really wanna do, but for a myriad of reasons, I'm gonna pass. I just hope i don't regret this decision.
love u all so much, miss you and love ur emails, so send more and more and more!!!
ashinlondon.x
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