Much has happened since I last posted, which is, in part, why my blogging has been so scarce, but here I am – to tell you all about it!
Firstly, I smashed the cars passenger side mirror. All I can say is: narrow roads, a lost tart in a huge white merc and oncoming traffic make for a smashed up mirror.
In order to make myself feel less like the worlds worst driver (I also lost a wheel trim in the car’s first outer Maidstone trip – and the mirror of my Peugeot suffered the same fate when I smacked it against a pillar once. Okay twice.), I now drive around with an eye peeled for smashed car mirrors. I have deduced that smashing car mirrors is a fairly common thing in England (which is why all mirrors fold in?) – why else would Halfords have the pre-cut glass for most car mirrors precut and readily available?
In other news, I had my first real, live chav experience. Those bitches are scary as shit. Went to visit my sister for the weekend last weekend and, while tubing around Londom central, encountered an escalator, as one does, with a blond tart standing on the left hand side. WHO DOES THAT? Anyways, I curtly said “excuse me, please stand to the right”, which was reiterated by the tarts boyfriend. What followed was a manifestation of poor manners, a possible inferiority complex or just terrible upbringing, but you could have sworn I told her that she was a grotty tramp with hobbit feet, because this chick went totally, well, chav on me. She started screaming at me, asking me who I thought I was, she screamed at her boyfriend (you stand to the f###en right, you d###head!!), that bitch walking down there deserves a slap on the back of the head, the one shaking her head (because I was. I was also laughing). We then left the escalator, only to be followed and mouthed off at again (something about a weirdo – assumingly because we’re not local), and then stomped off in front of us, still mouthing off about the fact that I asked her to move. My sister, actually, made us hang back a bit because we could hear her carrying on all the way down into the depths of the underground tunnels.
Sufficed to say, I wouldn’t want to be caught in a dark alley with broken glass around with that chick.
Most importantly, I got a job! I start on Monday! Yay! Champage, champage for everyone!
I have been employed as a technical account manager at a Swedish-based company called Icomera, and will no longer be in sales! Whoop! Although, there is incentive to bring in new business, I will mostly be dealing with existing clients and assisting with technical matters. The company, in a nutshell, supply wireless infrastructure to the transport industry worldwide – so like wireless on national rail, or a greyhound bus? Yeah, thats it.
I will also have to pop over to Sweden for some training and to meet the people up there at some point in the foreseeable future – am rather stoked about this.
The only thing Im slightly apprehensive about is the fact that, from what I have seen, there are not many ladies in my office, and definitely none in my team. I am not the type of person who is daunted by such a thing, but, being a technical role to which I am very new, I will have some self-proving to do.
My last thought for the day: London has, finally, lived up to its reputation – it is summer, it is raining, it is chilly.