The Beginning

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Up until Friday, I’d been working in the Waterstones (a bookshop) in Reading as a Christmas temp. Friday however was my last day. It wasn’t a particularly emotional occasion. I’d only been there six weeks.

Nevertheless it was a bittersweet final evening. I hadn’t been round long enough to feel particularly attached to the place so I didn’t experience the kind of wistful melancholy that usually affects me in similar situations. This is a good thing, as over the next few months I will be saying goodbye to a lot of people and places.

I will miss the place though. In general, the people there are lovely and the work’s not bad. Although, considering my previous humble career it’s not a great accolade, working has been quite probably my favourite job.

I went out for drinks with some of the staff after work as some of the other temps are also leaving. While it was a pleasant enough evening, probably due to my overindulgence with the Guinness, I don’t really know the people that well and, give or take one or two people, it’s unlikely I’ll see many of them again. As I said this is something I’ll have to get used to.

As far as the trip is concerned, little has changed. While I have taken the somewhat shocking step of procuring a diary/organizer type thing, (and those of you who know me will realize how momentous this is) nothing physical, excluding two rather long lists, has actually been achieved.

Tomorrow I plan to visit STA travel and get a quote of some sort on some tickets.

Hopefully I will have progressed more by the next entry.

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Photos

Where I used to work
Almost entirely identical to any other Waterstones

The Staff Room
Exciting eh.. you won't see this in any of Michael Palin's books

My house
I got wet taking this photo. That's how much I care

My Cat
ahh

Roger
My brother messing about.