This is a long one, don't say I didn't warn you!
Hey! I found a library, joined up and now I don't have to worry about people in cafes with free internet access giving me the evil eye if I overstay my limit. Small victories people, small victories.
I can go into a little more detail about how things are going now, although things are settling into a bit of a routine, and I doubt this will really interest many of you...well, who knows? I read heaps of boring journals and blogs, and still find them interesting.
Anyway.
I got here, got a convenient bus from the airport to my hostel door (which are separated by a HUGE distance BTW. It was probably about 7 when I arrived...the manager was nowhere in sight and the only people there to 'assist' did not speak no english. well not enough that I could ask all the questions I wanted to, and expect concise, detailed and useful answers. Hmm, oh well!
I tried to be a little social, went down to a fish&chip shop round the corner and got a (deep-fired!!) burger, then sat in the kitchen with the kids. Luckily (oh so luckily) there was an Aussie girl (Anna), eager for conversation, who was actually really nice. We hit it off straight away, and are now good friends, even though that night was her last night in the hostel before moving into a weird house full of backpackers who couldn't find any rooms in hostels. People sleeping on couches and stuff...mmm...
Monday I was intending to get all my administrative shit done, but didn't, and I also had my first work meeting, and first experience of the Gilded Balloon (www.gildedbaloon.co.uk), where I would be spending the majority of my time in Edinburgh. After a 3 hour meeting, filled mith weird little dizzy spells, I headed back to the hostel, had another chat with Anna, then went to bed to sleep for 12 hours. God that was good. I still remember how good that was. Mmm...
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Can you all tell I'm not getting a lot of sleep now? The Fringe has really, truly, officially started now. I have had 2 days off - one where I went to the Botanic Gardens with Anna, and one this Monday gone, where I spent time sleeping (mmmm....) and seeing shows. At my work, where I see them for free.
There are many reasons for which I'm not sleeping enough, and if you can take it, I'll discuss them below. Bye for all of you who are already bored.
1. I work fucked up hours. One day it'll be 10:45am - 6:45pm. The next: 5pm - 1am. Then 1:30pm - 9:30pm. Then 8:30pm - 4:30am.
2. On the days I finish before the building shuts down, me and the other kids I work with (mainly Aussie Olivia and English Susie) hang out, see shows, chat to famous people, and drink (see 2a).
2a. The bar only gives us a discount after midnight.
3. When I get home, late usually (i.e. after 4am), I head straight to bed. I am woken up by "shshhentjt mgutjeope hdvniefsbfn hfskshk sfnihk nckhfjdb ihfjsfnv" - the sound of my Polish neighbours (in the bunk next to me) talking and talking and talking. Non-stop. I ask them to shut it, they just quiet down, the start up again.
So I bought some wax earplugs. HEAVY DUTY. They work. I am happy, but the next 4 nights are either 5pm or 8:30pm starts, so I guess I won't be feeling to rested for the next week, no matter what I stick in my ears!
Enough! I hear you all shout...fine. I know. I dribble. But hey, I miss you all, and I don't get to chew your ear off in real-time so this is what you get instead.
xoxoxoxoxo
Becci
I can go into a little more detail about how things are going now, although things are settling into a bit of a routine, and I doubt this will really interest many of you...well, who knows? I read heaps of boring journals and blogs, and still find them interesting.
Anyway.
I got here, got a convenient bus from the airport to my hostel door (which are separated by a HUGE distance BTW. It was probably about 7 when I arrived...the manager was nowhere in sight and the only people there to 'assist' did not speak no english. well not enough that I could ask all the questions I wanted to, and expect concise, detailed and useful answers. Hmm, oh well!
I tried to be a little social, went down to a fish&chip shop round the corner and got a (deep-fired!!) burger, then sat in the kitchen with the kids. Luckily (oh so luckily) there was an Aussie girl (Anna), eager for conversation, who was actually really nice. We hit it off straight away, and are now good friends, even though that night was her last night in the hostel before moving into a weird house full of backpackers who couldn't find any rooms in hostels. People sleeping on couches and stuff...mmm...
Monday I was intending to get all my administrative shit done, but didn't, and I also had my first work meeting, and first experience of the Gilded Balloon (www.gildedbaloon.co.uk), where I would be spending the majority of my time in Edinburgh. After a 3 hour meeting, filled mith weird little dizzy spells, I headed back to the hostel, had another chat with Anna, then went to bed to sleep for 12 hours. God that was good. I still remember how good that was. Mmm...
...
...
Can you all tell I'm not getting a lot of sleep now? The Fringe has really, truly, officially started now. I have had 2 days off - one where I went to the Botanic Gardens with Anna, and one this Monday gone, where I spent time sleeping (mmmm....) and seeing shows. At my work, where I see them for free.
There are many reasons for which I'm not sleeping enough, and if you can take it, I'll discuss them below. Bye for all of you who are already bored.
1. I work fucked up hours. One day it'll be 10:45am - 6:45pm. The next: 5pm - 1am. Then 1:30pm - 9:30pm. Then 8:30pm - 4:30am.
2. On the days I finish before the building shuts down, me and the other kids I work with (mainly Aussie Olivia and English Susie) hang out, see shows, chat to famous people, and drink (see 2a).
2a. The bar only gives us a discount after midnight.
3. When I get home, late usually (i.e. after 4am), I head straight to bed. I am woken up by "shshhentjt mgutjeope hdvniefsbfn hfskshk sfnihk nckhfjdb ihfjsfnv" - the sound of my Polish neighbours (in the bunk next to me) talking and talking and talking. Non-stop. I ask them to shut it, they just quiet down, the start up again.
So I bought some wax earplugs. HEAVY DUTY. They work. I am happy, but the next 4 nights are either 5pm or 8:30pm starts, so I guess I won't be feeling to rested for the next week, no matter what I stick in my ears!
Enough! I hear you all shout...fine. I know. I dribble. But hey, I miss you all, and I don't get to chew your ear off in real-time so this is what you get instead.
xoxoxoxoxo
Becci
posted by Becci Love at 11:07 pm
2 Comments:
Darlin', good to hear you havin' such great time. (Yor posts aren't a bore!!)
Finally caught up on a bit of your live journal entries. Interesting! Many new things i learn about you laydee! :-)
Love to see more piccies when you get a chance. Luv Zam
yay sounds like awesome, and those wax earplugs are the bomb. as a sleeper next to a louded snoorer they do the trick.
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