I'm having a RANT.....
i am on UK lock down and not loving it!! i need off the island. Somebody, please save me.
If I get erased, the UK government did it. Not that I'm into conspiracy theories or anything. The Home Office has my whole life wrapped up into a little package of 2 envelopes. Everytime I correspond with them it seems to cost £350 POOOONDS. Not cool.
I'm bored and should be working, must make sales. I've been scolded by my cousin Caitlin for adjusting my spelling to the UK english. Well let me just tell you that I'll take the berating from home rather than the comments from British colleagues. I fought the Z-zeds and extra consonants when I was at Edinburgh; however, no that I'm trying to emmerse myself into the working world I must submit to some brainwashing. I am holding out on Route, I refuse to pronounce it ROOT, and quite often I'm selling Learning Routes to Organisssssations. Phrases such as "I'm fine, Sure, I don't care" have all been deemed inappropriate or rather strong statements. I never really tried the "Whatever" phrase in the workplace.
Ok, i'm back at it.
Chicago.....here I come. Anyone wanting to see me stateside will need to be in the Chicago/Indiana area the weekend of June 9 or the 9th June.
Cheers, L
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Monday, April 09, 2007
Good thing this blog is not anywhere close to being part of my New Year’s resolution. Bust out the difibulator! Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation! Someone give me a jump start! Please, something to bring this thing back to life. Alright, I’ll do better. Just so you know this blog is reflective of my life right now. I am seriously focused in some areas and completely lacking in others. My inbox now contains more recruitment notices for job postings than short quips from friends and family. Not good. While the jobs may pay the bills, my school bus is surely to find itself running on empty in no time.
I am well. I have been busy over the past 3 months and am absolutely amazed at how quickly time has past. I have dedicated a sufficient portion of my time to getting things in order for the Home Office in order to transition from my student to work visa. It was supposed to take 5-6 weeks and I believe that time has come and gone. I am slightly concerned, but it should really work in my favour.
Here is the overview of what I have been up to.
January-Went to Bristol with Ana and Laura
February-Went to Brighton and John Fellows came to town
March
Celebrated Ian’s birthday in Edinburgh
My friend Brent Herrera came to visit his sis Jen in London. (Brent’s my prom date from high school.)
St. Paddy’s Day in London
April-went to Edinburgh for Easter
I am well. I have been busy over the past 3 months and am absolutely amazed at how quickly time has past. I have dedicated a sufficient portion of my time to getting things in order for the Home Office in order to transition from my student to work visa. It was supposed to take 5-6 weeks and I believe that time has come and gone. I am slightly concerned, but it should really work in my favour.
Here is the overview of what I have been up to.
January-Went to Bristol with Ana and Laura
February-Went to Brighton and John Fellows came to town
March
Celebrated Ian’s birthday in Edinburgh
My friend Brent Herrera came to visit his sis Jen in London. (Brent’s my prom date from high school.)
St. Paddy’s Day in London
April-went to Edinburgh for Easter
Good thing this blog is not anywhere close to being part of my New Year’s resolution. Bust out the difibulator! Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation! Someone give me a jump start! Please, something to bring this thing back to life. Alright, I’ll do better. Just so you know this blog is reflective of my life right now. I am seriously focused in some areas and completely lacking in others. My inbox now contains more recruitment notices for job postings than short quips from friends and family. Not good. While the jobs may pay the bills, my school bus is surely to find itself running on empty in no time.
I am well. I have been busy over the past 3 months and am absolutely amazed at how quickly time has past. I have dedicated a sufficient portion of my time to getting things in order for the Home Office in order to transition from my student to work visa. It was supposed to take 5-6 weeks and I believe that time has come and gone. I am slightly concerned, but it should really work in my favour.
Here is the overview of what I have been up to.
January-Went to Bristol with Ana and Laura
February-Went to Brighton and John Fellows came to town
March
Celebrated Ian’s birthday in Edinburgh
My friend Brent Herrera came to visit his sis Jen in London. (Brent’s my prom date from high school.)
St. Paddy’s Day in London
April-went to Edinburgh for Easter
I am well. I have been busy over the past 3 months and am absolutely amazed at how quickly time has past. I have dedicated a sufficient portion of my time to getting things in order for the Home Office in order to transition from my student to work visa. It was supposed to take 5-6 weeks and I believe that time has come and gone. I am slightly concerned, but it should really work in my favour.
Here is the overview of what I have been up to.
January-Went to Bristol with Ana and Laura
February-Went to Brighton and John Fellows came to town
March
Celebrated Ian’s birthday in Edinburgh
My friend Brent Herrera came to visit his sis Jen in London. (Brent’s my prom date from high school.)
St. Paddy’s Day in London
April-went to Edinburgh for Easter
Deep Thoughts by Laura……………………………………………….
Some of the randomness is life.
My parents are coming to Edinburgh for graduation….Ya-woo! Both will be here for 10 days and then my mom and I will head to Ireland for a trip to the west coast.
I went to the Charlotte Church Show, that was a good time. Avril Lavigne was on with a few others that you wouldn’t know.
My brother is starting a business that I’m vying for an equity stake and advisory role. Right now he just wants a business plan for free.
I received David Bowie CD, who knew that I’m a big fan. I’m one of those people that don’t know artists nor song titles.
Rachel and RJ are headed to Italy and Greece for their honeymoon in May/June. I’m hoping to join them.
I’ll head stateside for my cousins wedding June 9. Shopping in $$$$!! Ya-woo can’t wait.
Abu Dhabi? Would you live there? I’ll keep you posted.
I Joined a book club. Truly it’s my worst nightmare, but I think it’s good for me. It’s part of my self-help programme of learning to interject myself and thoughts into new situations. The goal-speak in a clear and concise manner, and stop sitting back and listening to people; make an impression with a statement.
I got my MBA for 3 reasons:
1. Career progression
2. Learn from a strong organisation/strategy firm that would position me for an international role
3. serious USD or GBP
I’m writing it because instead of just talking about it, now it should become about 90% true.
Brent and Jen are headed to Edinburgh this weekend as well. Should be an interesting time in the City. Four days off of work! I’m still on UK lock down. I have no passport, no driver’s license, no paper identity. If I get erased….call Tony Blair…we’re tight.
Brent is here!
Brent Herrera was my prom date, and yes that’s what he says anytime he introduces me to someone. His comments are usually followed by, we never danced. He took me when I was a sophomore and I thought that I was on top of the world. We have been great friends ever since. He killed me over the weekend. We headed to a few bars and clubs in Soho and I had the best time out. I’ve tried to get hag status over here, however, it just hasn’t worked out too well. Great night dancing, trying to play match-maker and having great conversation. The night left me sans voice and yet another week of ailments. Curses! Thankfully, I’m feeling much better as the weekend approaches and I’m ready to rock and roll again.
The great thing about Brent coming to London was the fact that he was coming to visit his sister, Jen. We went to Rosary together and I haven’t seen much of her since high school. She lives in north London as well. I’m looking forward to the chance of us hanging out. Open school bus door.
Brent Herrera was my prom date, and yes that’s what he says anytime he introduces me to someone. His comments are usually followed by, we never danced. He took me when I was a sophomore and I thought that I was on top of the world. We have been great friends ever since. He killed me over the weekend. We headed to a few bars and clubs in Soho and I had the best time out. I’ve tried to get hag status over here, however, it just hasn’t worked out too well. Great night dancing, trying to play match-maker and having great conversation. The night left me sans voice and yet another week of ailments. Curses! Thankfully, I’m feeling much better as the weekend approaches and I’m ready to rock and roll again.
The great thing about Brent coming to London was the fact that he was coming to visit his sister, Jen. We went to Rosary together and I haven’t seen much of her since high school. She lives in north London as well. I’m looking forward to the chance of us hanging out. Open school bus door.
Ian’s Birthday in Edinburgh
In March, I headed to Edinburgh for the weekend to celebrate Ian’s birthday. I realised that I had not been back since November. I continually find myself anxious when I return to Edinburgh. The scars of falling behind in reading, not quite grasping the Discounted Cash Flow financial concepts or looming paper still haunt me. I do wonder if that will pass with time or if I am just scarred for life.
Ian’s birthday. I actually pulled off a surprise gathering of his friends and family. My deceptive behaviour started early in the morning with the sudden craving for Mexican food. I avoided his plan to head to East Lothian, a journey outside of town. Good stuff. Met with friends and enjoyed a long weekend away.
In March, I headed to Edinburgh for the weekend to celebrate Ian’s birthday. I realised that I had not been back since November. I continually find myself anxious when I return to Edinburgh. The scars of falling behind in reading, not quite grasping the Discounted Cash Flow financial concepts or looming paper still haunt me. I do wonder if that will pass with time or if I am just scarred for life.
Ian’s birthday. I actually pulled off a surprise gathering of his friends and family. My deceptive behaviour started early in the morning with the sudden craving for Mexican food. I avoided his plan to head to East Lothian, a journey outside of town. Good stuff. Met with friends and enjoyed a long weekend away.
St. Paddy’s Day in London
People are often asking if the school bus is full. Well it really ebbs and flows. St. Paddy’s day was a real kick in the ass reminding me of this. It started out there was a group of us, and then there was one. I was not going to give up though, for the love of god, it was St. Paddy’s Day and I was going to salvage the day. Calling up my frenchie friend, Jean Marie, he and a friend met me for a pint and no sooner had we finished the beers, he wanted to go to the movies. Not really understanding the ST. Patrick’s tradition, the need to drink Guinness and sing traditional songs. However, I gave up, went to the movies, and was home by midnight with just a few pints down. No fear, the parade and festivals were on Sunday and I ventured solo and enjoyed the festivities in Trafalgar and Leicester Square and Covent Garden.
I think I have said before that some of my friends are from Westminster Cathedral which I attend on Sunday evenings. My St. Paddy’s weekend concluded with the realisation that my social interaction really just consists of a Groundhog Day scenario. I see people once a week, some are new, and others are old faces that sit next to someone else. I have met these people; however, I continue to have the same freaking conversation repeatedly. I have met one girl that is great so we hang out rather often.
People are often asking if the school bus is full. Well it really ebbs and flows. St. Paddy’s day was a real kick in the ass reminding me of this. It started out there was a group of us, and then there was one. I was not going to give up though, for the love of god, it was St. Paddy’s Day and I was going to salvage the day. Calling up my frenchie friend, Jean Marie, he and a friend met me for a pint and no sooner had we finished the beers, he wanted to go to the movies. Not really understanding the ST. Patrick’s tradition, the need to drink Guinness and sing traditional songs. However, I gave up, went to the movies, and was home by midnight with just a few pints down. No fear, the parade and festivals were on Sunday and I ventured solo and enjoyed the festivities in Trafalgar and Leicester Square and Covent Garden.
I think I have said before that some of my friends are from Westminster Cathedral which I attend on Sunday evenings. My St. Paddy’s weekend concluded with the realisation that my social interaction really just consists of a Groundhog Day scenario. I see people once a week, some are new, and others are old faces that sit next to someone else. I have met these people; however, I continue to have the same freaking conversation repeatedly. I have met one girl that is great so we hang out rather often.
Weekend in Brighton
Ian has been coming to town interviewing and we decided to head down to Brighton for the weekend. Best city so far in England! Yes, I am definitely biased. It sits on the English Channel and no matter where you are in the city; you are never to far from the ocean. It is great. The ocean is definitely something I miss. Now keep in mind, the AVP will not be playing here anytime soon. The beach consists of cobbles (cobblestones) and just is not conducive to spreading out a beach towel and snoozing for a few hours. Many of the towns have identical high streets (main streets) with repetitive shops, street designs, etc. Brighton is different. Quaint shops, great restaurants, classic pubs and rainbow flags flying high. I loved it. I made the fatale mistake of stumbling upon this cake shop. We are talking Pollyanna style, cut slice, hold with two hands….CAKE. Well I should have remembered that when I was 7 years old, there was a similar experience. Now, I digress! Let me set the scene. It’s August 1982…Servite football just ended it summer football camp which concluded with a family picnic. As a child, the picnic was the place to be. Games, hut drills, cheerleaders’ performance and a smorgasbord of potluck treats. I said it was August right? Well I remember seeing this cake. Chocolate, chocolate frosting and if that was not enough, chocolate morsels. It was not necessarily a Pollyanna re-enactment; however to a second grader the cake was massive. Well after a day of play, snacking on all delicious things, the cake was calling me and I indulged. The picnic ended and my parents took me and my siblings to visit Vince and Esther, our family friends. I remember briefly running around and then that sickly feeling quickly came upon me. Thankfully, we were all hanging out in the backyard because without warning, I covered the back driveway with a new version of chocolate cake. I do not know if it is revisionist’s history or if it was a scene stripped from Stand By Me, but I swear my brother followed suit. Who knows! Nevertheless, let’s just say that the taste of chocolate cake has never quite left me. Nearly 25 years later, I taste that “same” chocolate taste and the stomach twirls.
Back to Brighton.
Brighton was great until that fateful trip to the cake store. I think that the title gives it away. Something like the Chocolatey-wocalatey. The cake was amazing; however not even an hour later, definitely struggling, train ride home…not good…missing a week of work….POOR. “Say no to chocolate cakes!”
Brighton is amazing…you should really visit.
Ian has been coming to town interviewing and we decided to head down to Brighton for the weekend. Best city so far in England! Yes, I am definitely biased. It sits on the English Channel and no matter where you are in the city; you are never to far from the ocean. It is great. The ocean is definitely something I miss. Now keep in mind, the AVP will not be playing here anytime soon. The beach consists of cobbles (cobblestones) and just is not conducive to spreading out a beach towel and snoozing for a few hours. Many of the towns have identical high streets (main streets) with repetitive shops, street designs, etc. Brighton is different. Quaint shops, great restaurants, classic pubs and rainbow flags flying high. I loved it. I made the fatale mistake of stumbling upon this cake shop. We are talking Pollyanna style, cut slice, hold with two hands….CAKE. Well I should have remembered that when I was 7 years old, there was a similar experience. Now, I digress! Let me set the scene. It’s August 1982…Servite football just ended it summer football camp which concluded with a family picnic. As a child, the picnic was the place to be. Games, hut drills, cheerleaders’ performance and a smorgasbord of potluck treats. I said it was August right? Well I remember seeing this cake. Chocolate, chocolate frosting and if that was not enough, chocolate morsels. It was not necessarily a Pollyanna re-enactment; however to a second grader the cake was massive. Well after a day of play, snacking on all delicious things, the cake was calling me and I indulged. The picnic ended and my parents took me and my siblings to visit Vince and Esther, our family friends. I remember briefly running around and then that sickly feeling quickly came upon me. Thankfully, we were all hanging out in the backyard because without warning, I covered the back driveway with a new version of chocolate cake. I do not know if it is revisionist’s history or if it was a scene stripped from Stand By Me, but I swear my brother followed suit. Who knows! Nevertheless, let’s just say that the taste of chocolate cake has never quite left me. Nearly 25 years later, I taste that “same” chocolate taste and the stomach twirls.
Back to Brighton.
Brighton was great until that fateful trip to the cake store. I think that the title gives it away. Something like the Chocolatey-wocalatey. The cake was amazing; however not even an hour later, definitely struggling, train ride home…not good…missing a week of work….POOR. “Say no to chocolate cakes!”
Brighton is amazing…you should really visit.
John Fellows in London
Here is John at the Mayflower in south London. He is a big fan of the fancy-a-pint website and finds great pubs all over the city. While he ventured here 3 times since the New Year, we’ve met up a couple of times finding great pubs such as the Churchill Arms, Prospect of Whitby, and some stops near Euston Station. I took him to my Sunday hangout, the Columbia Street Market in Spitalfields. My sister introduced me to the market when she was out in August and I have grown to love the flower market and all of its attractions. I pick up my olives, get a bunch of apples, select some cheese from the corner shop that has been there for last 100 years, and wander the art galleries as if I have not seen the art from a few weeks before. The area is only open on Sundays which should tell you how well they do on the one day.
Here is John at the Mayflower in south London. He is a big fan of the fancy-a-pint website and finds great pubs all over the city. While he ventured here 3 times since the New Year, we’ve met up a couple of times finding great pubs such as the Churchill Arms, Prospect of Whitby, and some stops near Euston Station. I took him to my Sunday hangout, the Columbia Street Market in Spitalfields. My sister introduced me to the market when she was out in August and I have grown to love the flower market and all of its attractions. I pick up my olives, get a bunch of apples, select some cheese from the corner shop that has been there for last 100 years, and wander the art galleries as if I have not seen the art from a few weeks before. The area is only open on Sundays which should tell you how well they do on the one day.
Girls’ weekend in Bristol
Got together with Laura and Ana my girlfriends from the MBA programme. We met up in Bristol for a weekend get away. We stayed in Clifton at a B&B just outside of the city centre which ended up the place to be. City centre shuts down on the weekend and is strictly a business district mon-fri. Since the MBA, Laura and I found that our weekend habits have mellowed maybe not necessarily to the liking of Ana who wanted to hit clubs and go dancing. The Laura team won and I think we were in bed by midnight returning to work on Monday nice and refreshed. The town was enjoyable with great views, art galleries is celebrating the abolition of the slave trade later this year. That is nice of them.
Got together with Laura and Ana my girlfriends from the MBA programme. We met up in Bristol for a weekend get away. We stayed in Clifton at a B&B just outside of the city centre which ended up the place to be. City centre shuts down on the weekend and is strictly a business district mon-fri. Since the MBA, Laura and I found that our weekend habits have mellowed maybe not necessarily to the liking of Ana who wanted to hit clubs and go dancing. The Laura team won and I think we were in bed by midnight returning to work on Monday nice and refreshed. The town was enjoyable with great views, art galleries is celebrating the abolition of the slave trade later this year. That is nice of them.
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