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7:30, time to wake up. Urgh, they don't half play some crap on the radio. News is good though, brings you up to speed with what's happened. More bombing. More killing. Not the best way to start the day. Drag myself out of bed, pull some clothes out of some drawers and limp towards the bathroom. Stupid radio is broken, the slider doesn't work properly, so you don't know what station you're tuned into. I manage to find one with a pop song. Close enough, I suppose.
Shower. Ah, yes, a nice warm shower. Don't want to get out. Grr, got to though, time's getting on. Climb out and look at myself in the mirror. Bah, stupid spots, you'd think after all these years they'd go away. Hmm, quite a few scars from them as well. Ah well. Brush my teeth, get dressed, continue the eternal battle against my hair, then go downstairs. Eat some breakfast, watch the music channels.
Time to go to college. Grab my bag, stick my MP3 player in my inside pocket and walk to the metro station. Grab a copy of the Metro newspaper and read. Riding the metro, standing as usual. Twenty minutes later, it's time to get off. Are these people aiming for me? Everywhere I turn I have people walking into me, or brushing past me aggressively.
Waiting for the bus. It's late, as usual. This, in turn, makes me late. Oh, it's finally arrived. I can actually sit down. Get off next to college, walk in. Ten minutes late, as usual. Get into our room, instinctively pick up a late form and fill it in. Sit down with my group.
"What'd I miss?" I ask.
They fill me in on the details of what I missed by not being in the day before. I always seem to be off when the good stuff goes on, and when I'm in we never do anything. Typical.
They give us a new assignment. What's that, now? Four assignments, all on the go at once? I haven't even started on the first one, they just build up. With nothing to do, I wander around college with my group. In the canteen now. They still serve dog food. The canteens at the main campus are great. Ours has soggy burgers and... well, that's about it. Not fit for animals, but since we're not part of the main campus, we're shunned when it comes to extras.
Well, that was certainly worthy of my time. Can't edit because you have to use the same machine each time, and since there's a couple of hundred media students, chances are your machine is being used. I've had enough, I tell my group I'm leaving, only to find out we have lectures in the afternoon. Great. Our tutor has a PhD in talking people to sleep. Got to wait around for two more hours before they start.
After dinner, it's time to get bored, as our tutor tells us stuff I've known since I was an infant. But to the kids on the course who are there for "something to do" it's all very exciting.
"Anyone know what a steady-cam is?"
I answer. People seem quite amazed that I knew what it was. It's not rocket science. If you had a real interest in going in television or film, you should've picked up little bits of knowledge like that by now, but no, they're on the course because it sounded easy, and we have to work at the slowest student's pace.
Finally, time to go. Get on the bus with a few mates, talk about how crap the course is, then we all go our separate ways. Didn't get out till half 3, so I don't have time to go home to get some food before I go to work. Instead I have to go straight there.
Get to work, walk past security with my pass blowing in the wind. They don't even look at them, as long as you have a green thing hanging around your neck, you'll get in. Some security. On our first day we were told somebody drove in, flashing a Twix wrapper to the guards, and got in.
Quick meeting before we start work. Procedure has changed again. All my previous notes are now worthless. Sit at my desk, the system is down. We sit for two hours before it comes back on, and we can finally get some work done. The 29 year old woman next to me is a right cow. The desks and equipment that the day workers leave aren't ours, but she believes that everything in the entire office is hers. I can't borrow the stapler she uses, I can't borrow some envelopes, I can't have some of her work since I've finished mine. Every time I open my mouth to speak she tries to belittle and embarrass me. I hate her.
Break time, finally. I meet up with the people in my team with whom I actually get on with and we sit downstairs. We're meant to get five minutes, we always take fifteen. Time to go back, unfortunately. Back to work, back to the woman who I hate, who never shuts up and lets me work. Nag, nag, nag, that's all she does. When she wants something, she's sugar and spice and all things nice. When you want something, she's like Mr Burns.
I bury myself in my work, that always helps the day pass by. My evil neighbour needs my help. I always try to be nice, so I help her out and sort it for her. She won't return the favour.
Finally time to go. I walk off site with one of the kids I get on with, then walk myself to the metro station. I see kids smashing up the lights at the station with a football. I consider getting out my phone and calling the police, but it's not worth the effort.
I get home at 10pm, and watch the news. More bombing, more killing. I read a little, go on the PC for a bit, watch some TV in my room, but eventually I end up in bed, and fall asleep at about 1am. 7:30, time to wake up. Urgh, they don't half play some crap on the radio.
Shower. Ah, yes, a nice warm shower. Don't want to get out. Grr, got to though, time's getting on. Climb out and look at myself in the mirror. Bah, stupid spots, you'd think after all these years they'd go away. Hmm, quite a few scars from them as well. Ah well. Brush my teeth, get dressed, continue the eternal battle against my hair, then go downstairs. Eat some breakfast, watch the music channels.
Time to go to college. Grab my bag, stick my MP3 player in my inside pocket and walk to the metro station. Grab a copy of the Metro newspaper and read. Riding the metro, standing as usual. Twenty minutes later, it's time to get off. Are these people aiming for me? Everywhere I turn I have people walking into me, or brushing past me aggressively.
Waiting for the bus. It's late, as usual. This, in turn, makes me late. Oh, it's finally arrived. I can actually sit down. Get off next to college, walk in. Ten minutes late, as usual. Get into our room, instinctively pick up a late form and fill it in. Sit down with my group.
"What'd I miss?" I ask.
They fill me in on the details of what I missed by not being in the day before. I always seem to be off when the good stuff goes on, and when I'm in we never do anything. Typical.
They give us a new assignment. What's that, now? Four assignments, all on the go at once? I haven't even started on the first one, they just build up. With nothing to do, I wander around college with my group. In the canteen now. They still serve dog food. The canteens at the main campus are great. Ours has soggy burgers and... well, that's about it. Not fit for animals, but since we're not part of the main campus, we're shunned when it comes to extras.
Well, that was certainly worthy of my time. Can't edit because you have to use the same machine each time, and since there's a couple of hundred media students, chances are your machine is being used. I've had enough, I tell my group I'm leaving, only to find out we have lectures in the afternoon. Great. Our tutor has a PhD in talking people to sleep. Got to wait around for two more hours before they start.
After dinner, it's time to get bored, as our tutor tells us stuff I've known since I was an infant. But to the kids on the course who are there for "something to do" it's all very exciting.
"Anyone know what a steady-cam is?"
I answer. People seem quite amazed that I knew what it was. It's not rocket science. If you had a real interest in going in television or film, you should've picked up little bits of knowledge like that by now, but no, they're on the course because it sounded easy, and we have to work at the slowest student's pace.
Finally, time to go. Get on the bus with a few mates, talk about how crap the course is, then we all go our separate ways. Didn't get out till half 3, so I don't have time to go home to get some food before I go to work. Instead I have to go straight there.
Get to work, walk past security with my pass blowing in the wind. They don't even look at them, as long as you have a green thing hanging around your neck, you'll get in. Some security. On our first day we were told somebody drove in, flashing a Twix wrapper to the guards, and got in.
Quick meeting before we start work. Procedure has changed again. All my previous notes are now worthless. Sit at my desk, the system is down. We sit for two hours before it comes back on, and we can finally get some work done. The 29 year old woman next to me is a right cow. The desks and equipment that the day workers leave aren't ours, but she believes that everything in the entire office is hers. I can't borrow the stapler she uses, I can't borrow some envelopes, I can't have some of her work since I've finished mine. Every time I open my mouth to speak she tries to belittle and embarrass me. I hate her.
Break time, finally. I meet up with the people in my team with whom I actually get on with and we sit downstairs. We're meant to get five minutes, we always take fifteen. Time to go back, unfortunately. Back to work, back to the woman who I hate, who never shuts up and lets me work. Nag, nag, nag, that's all she does. When she wants something, she's sugar and spice and all things nice. When you want something, she's like Mr Burns.
I bury myself in my work, that always helps the day pass by. My evil neighbour needs my help. I always try to be nice, so I help her out and sort it for her. She won't return the favour.
Finally time to go. I walk off site with one of the kids I get on with, then walk myself to the metro station. I see kids smashing up the lights at the station with a football. I consider getting out my phone and calling the police, but it's not worth the effort.
I get home at 10pm, and watch the news. More bombing, more killing. I read a little, go on the PC for a bit, watch some TV in my room, but eventually I end up in bed, and fall asleep at about 1am. 7:30, time to wake up. Urgh, they don't half play some crap on the radio.
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Interesting.
I like routine.
I like routine.
7:30, time to wake up. Urgh, they don't half play some crap on the radio. News is good though, brings you up to speed with what's happened. More bombing. More killing. Not the best way to start the day. Drag myself out of bed, pull some clothes out of some drawers and limp towards the bathroom. Stupid radio is broken, the slider doesn't work properly, so you don't know what station you're tuned into. I manage to find one with a pop song. Close enough, I suppose.
Shower. Ah, yes, a nice warm shower. Don't want to get out. Grr, got to though, time's getting on. Climb out and look at myself in the mirror. Bah, stupid spots, you'd think after all these years they'd go away. Hmm, quite a few scars from them as well. Ah well. Brush my teeth, get dressed, continue the eternal battle against my hair, then go downstairs. Eat some breakfast, watch the music channels.
Time to go to college. Grab my bag, stick my MP3 player in my inside pocket and walk to the metro station. Grab a copy of the Metro newspaper and read. Riding the metro, standing as usual. Twenty minutes later, it's time to get off. Are these people aiming for me? Everywhere I turn I have people walking into me, or brushing past me aggressively.
Waiting for the bus. It's late, as usual. This, in turn, makes me late. Oh, it's finally arrived. I can actually sit down. Get off next to college, walk in. Ten minutes late, as usual. Get into our room, instinctively pick up a late form and fill it in. Sit down with my group.
"What'd I miss?" I ask.
They fill me in on the details of what I missed by not being in the day before. I always seem to be off when the good stuff goes on, and when I'm in we never do anything. Typical.
They give us a new assignment. What's that, now? Four assignments, all on the go at once? I haven't even started on the first one, they just build up. With nothing to do, I wander around college with my group. In the canteen now. They still serve dog food. The canteens at the main campus are great. Ours has soggy burgers and... well, that's about it. Not fit for animals, but since we're not part of the main campus, we're shunned when it comes to extras.
Well, that was certainly worthy of my time. Can't edit because you have to use the same machine each time, and since there's a couple of hundred media students, chances are your machine is being used. I've had enough, I tell my group I'm leaving, only to find out we have lectures in the afternoon. Great. Our tutor has a PhD in talking people to sleep. Got to wait around for two more hours before they start.
After dinner, it's time to get bored, as our tutor tells us stuff I've known since I was an infant. But to the kids on the course who are there for "something to do" it's all very exciting.
"Anyone know what a steady-cam is?"
I answer. People seem quite amazed that I knew what it was. It's not rocket science. If you had a real interest in going in television or film, you should've picked up little bits of knowledge like that by now, but no, they're on the course because it sounded easy, and we have to work at the slowest student's pace.
Finally, time to go. Get on the bus with a few mates, talk about how crap the course is, then we all go our separate ways. Didn't get out till half 3, so I don't have time to go home to get some food before I go to work. Instead I have to go straight there.
Get to work, walk past security with my pass blowing in the wind. They don't even look at them, as long as you have a green thing hanging around your neck, you'll get in. Some security. On our first day we were told somebody drove in, flashing a Twix wrapper to the guards, and got in.
Quick meeting before we start work. Procedure has changed again. All my previous notes are now worthless. Sit at my desk, the system is down. We sit for two hours before it comes back on, and we can finally get some work done. The 29 year old woman next to me is a right cow. The desks and equipment that the day workers leave aren't ours, but she believes that everything in the entire office is hers. I can't borrow the stapler she uses, I can't borrow some envelopes, I can't have some of her work since I've finished mine. Every time I open my mouth to speak she tries to belittle and embarrass me. I hate her.
Break time, finally. I meet up with the people in my team with whom I actually get on with and we sit downstairs. We're meant to get five minutes, we always take fifteen. Time to go back, unfortunately. Back to work, back to the woman who I hate, who never shuts up and lets me work. Nag, nag, nag, that's all she does. When she wants something, she's sugar and spice and all things nice. When you want something, she's like Mr Burns.
I bury myself in my work, that always helps the day pass by. My evil neighbour needs my help. I always try to be nice, so I help her out and sort it for her. She won't return the favour.
Finally time to go. I walk off site with one of the kids I get on with, then walk myself to the metro station. I see kids smashing up the lights at the station with a football. I consider getting out my phone and calling the police, but it's not worth the effort.
I get home at 10pm, and watch the news. More bombing, more killing. I read a little, go on the PC for a bit, watch some TV in my room, but eventually I end up in bed, and fall asleep at about 1am. 7:30, time to wake up. Urgh, they don't half play some crap on the radio.
Shower. Ah, yes, a nice warm shower. Don't want to get out. Grr, got to though, time's getting on. Climb out and look at myself in the mirror. Bah, stupid spots, you'd think after all these years they'd go away. Hmm, quite a few scars from them as well. Ah well. Brush my teeth, get dressed, continue the eternal battle against my hair, then go downstairs. Eat some breakfast, watch the music channels.
Time to go to college. Grab my bag, stick my MP3 player in my inside pocket and walk to the metro station. Grab a copy of the Metro newspaper and read. Riding the metro, standing as usual. Twenty minutes later, it's time to get off. Are these people aiming for me? Everywhere I turn I have people walking into me, or brushing past me aggressively.
Waiting for the bus. It's late, as usual. This, in turn, makes me late. Oh, it's finally arrived. I can actually sit down. Get off next to college, walk in. Ten minutes late, as usual. Get into our room, instinctively pick up a late form and fill it in. Sit down with my group.
"What'd I miss?" I ask.
They fill me in on the details of what I missed by not being in the day before. I always seem to be off when the good stuff goes on, and when I'm in we never do anything. Typical.
They give us a new assignment. What's that, now? Four assignments, all on the go at once? I haven't even started on the first one, they just build up. With nothing to do, I wander around college with my group. In the canteen now. They still serve dog food. The canteens at the main campus are great. Ours has soggy burgers and... well, that's about it. Not fit for animals, but since we're not part of the main campus, we're shunned when it comes to extras.
Well, that was certainly worthy of my time. Can't edit because you have to use the same machine each time, and since there's a couple of hundred media students, chances are your machine is being used. I've had enough, I tell my group I'm leaving, only to find out we have lectures in the afternoon. Great. Our tutor has a PhD in talking people to sleep. Got to wait around for two more hours before they start.
After dinner, it's time to get bored, as our tutor tells us stuff I've known since I was an infant. But to the kids on the course who are there for "something to do" it's all very exciting.
"Anyone know what a steady-cam is?"
I answer. People seem quite amazed that I knew what it was. It's not rocket science. If you had a real interest in going in television or film, you should've picked up little bits of knowledge like that by now, but no, they're on the course because it sounded easy, and we have to work at the slowest student's pace.
Finally, time to go. Get on the bus with a few mates, talk about how crap the course is, then we all go our separate ways. Didn't get out till half 3, so I don't have time to go home to get some food before I go to work. Instead I have to go straight there.
Get to work, walk past security with my pass blowing in the wind. They don't even look at them, as long as you have a green thing hanging around your neck, you'll get in. Some security. On our first day we were told somebody drove in, flashing a Twix wrapper to the guards, and got in.
Quick meeting before we start work. Procedure has changed again. All my previous notes are now worthless. Sit at my desk, the system is down. We sit for two hours before it comes back on, and we can finally get some work done. The 29 year old woman next to me is a right cow. The desks and equipment that the day workers leave aren't ours, but she believes that everything in the entire office is hers. I can't borrow the stapler she uses, I can't borrow some envelopes, I can't have some of her work since I've finished mine. Every time I open my mouth to speak she tries to belittle and embarrass me. I hate her.
Break time, finally. I meet up with the people in my team with whom I actually get on with and we sit downstairs. We're meant to get five minutes, we always take fifteen. Time to go back, unfortunately. Back to work, back to the woman who I hate, who never shuts up and lets me work. Nag, nag, nag, that's all she does. When she wants something, she's sugar and spice and all things nice. When you want something, she's like Mr Burns.
I bury myself in my work, that always helps the day pass by. My evil neighbour needs my help. I always try to be nice, so I help her out and sort it for her. She won't return the favour.
Finally time to go. I walk off site with one of the kids I get on with, then walk myself to the metro station. I see kids smashing up the lights at the station with a football. I consider getting out my phone and calling the police, but it's not worth the effort.
I get home at 10pm, and watch the news. More bombing, more killing. I read a little, go on the PC for a bit, watch some TV in my room, but eventually I end up in bed, and fall asleep at about 1am. 7:30, time to wake up. Urgh, they don't half play some crap on the radio.
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