Hey there happy campers,
I’m in a decent mood at the moment as I’ve just enjoyed a very nice bottle of Wolf Blass Shiraz Grenache with Adam. The British wine market has been completely dominated by Aussie wines, which is probably a good thing. Apparently Australian wines are among the best available and are certainly the best value.
I can’t say that I’ve got a great deal of news but I was reading my past emails and I enjoyed them so much that they motivated me to add to the collection. Being a little drunk and sick of reading about Internet technology probably nudged me in this direction as well but I’m at my most communicative when I’m drunk anyway.
This past week has seen me sniffing the ground in a hound-like fashion in search of a job. The first week was taken up by sending a massive number of applications out and being rebuffed by job agencies. It seems that people want graduates with 12 months commercial experience although how you go about working for a company full-time while studying full-time is a little beyond my simplistic thinking. I was told that I was after junior and trainee roles rather than graduate ones, so with this adjustment in thinking I once again flung myself headlong into the whirling maelstrom of the London job market.
It took a while for it to get around, but once the word was out that a keen young Aussie was looking for any work available some of the smarter agencies had me in for an interview. I’m waiting on a couple of job interviews but have one definite for Friday. The company is called gameplay.com (just type it into your browser), and they specialize in selling computer games over the Net. Apparently the company is very casual, young, and exciting. That remains to be seen, but I am a bit pissed off that they’ve got an informal dress code. I just bought a bloody suit, and now it’s going to be stuck in the cupboard until the next wedding.
I’ve been spending the majority of my free time bonding with my new housemates. Adam is a very friendly and outgoing guy. He’s at the Royal College of Music, and has his final Tuba exam is in a couple of weeks. His girlfriend, Jem, is also a musician at RCM. She plays the harp, and it’s certainly a nice touch to have it plucked in the next room while you make tea. You can close your eyes and imagine you’ve gone to heaven. Mat’s the skateboarder and he’s been working most of the time. He works long hours at a skate-park, buffered with lots of visits to pubs. Unfortunately for him he broke his little toe by accidentally kicking a chai, so he’s more of a walker at the moment.
It’s hard to compose a good letter, as I’ve been too busy looking for a job, brushing up on my old IT skills, and playing board games to actually do anything. Think of this more as a drunken outburst than a serious letter. Now that I’ve got some housemates to talk to the anonymous confessional of a group email isn’t quite as necessary. Not that I don’t love talking to you guys … more that I’m purging all my shit on those who don’t require a 12 hour turn around for a response.
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