intern

Some of the kids are calling it work experience. WORK EXPERIENCE. I done my work experience when I was sixteen: an awkward five days working at Razzberry Bazaar in Tynemouth sitting on the floor putting price stickers on stuff, feeding pigeons and massively getting in the way. I think it's a younger generation thing. I am sticking to intern as it sounds much more important and official.

Today was induction day 1, lots of talks on all the different departments, including many things I have no understanding of. Lots of useful things though. I was late due to the bastarding Victoria line and a vicious lie regarding Temple tube station and an apparent 5 minute walk to the offices (more like 20, although for me it was about 40 minutes of hellish wandering round and round Lincoln's Inn Fields desperately looking for number 44. Thanks, whoever numbered those buildings. Good work.) Sandwiches for lunch followed by an awkward photo session. On the group photo, we had to follow up the nice one with a funny faces one, which to me was completely normal and I reverted instantly into 'hideous face' mode (with which all my housemates are familiar) - however I think I might have been the only one who actually obeyed. That'll be one for the website.

More tomorrow. I am the only Horsham intern and almost everyone else is at Angel apart from about five others, so I might seek them out and be loners together.

Sleepy.

xxx

PS photos of new house and room to come!

Listening to: I wanna hold your hand (Chris Colfer Glee version)