Please, Please, Please, Please, Please.
The word busy doesn't go to convey the state of play on my calendar right now. The amount of work I should be doing could only be performed by an infinite number of monkeys at an infinite number of type-writers. Then they might by sheer coincidence produce my work for me.
That aside, last Tuesday saw my first real interview come and go. I've applied to the JET programme which involves me going to Japan for a year to teach English to High School kids. I would dearly love to be told that i've got the job and that in July i'll be flying off this rock. The interview was the second part of the selection process (w00t) and required me to be at the Japanese embassy in London for near on 5 o' clock. Surprisingly, my Dad decided to travel with me. It was really good to spend time with him and have him there for general support and to aid my direction of travel.
It wasn't an uneventful day. It is true to say that the law of the sod came into play throughout much of it. When something important is going on, you can rest assured that there will be many hurdles placed in front of me to test my character and resolve.
It began quite early on at the train station. As we bought tickets we were informed that someone had decided that today was indeed a good day to die. Consequently they had put themselves under a train at Sudbury station near Wembley not ten minutes before our arrival. Now, it's not a nice thing. The general cry from most was that whoever this person was, was exceptionally selfish. Not only had the entire collection of train services been stopped going into London but you have a traumatised train driver and a large quantity of fed up travellers.
We got one station down the line before being herded off the train because the service had been cancelled. So, possibly one of the most important days of this year and it's all going to pot. My Dad was doing his best Basil Faulty impression remarking that "If he's not dead when we get there, i'll kill him myself". In all fairness, Chiltern Railways rose to the challenge. Within minutes a coach had arrived to ferry people off in one direction, while our train reversed up the tracks, another arrived from the same direction and then promptly turned round and took us back the way we came. Errrr…..yea.
It took us the back way into London. So the trip overall was an hour and a half longer than it should have been. Thank god for my Dad's "We're leaving now" mindset.
Now, London is always a culture shock to me. The rat race starts the instant you get off the train. Life steps up a gear but no one is cruising. They are all recklessly charging around on a definite collsion course with stress and anger. The air is thinner and has a faint sulphur smell. It actually makes my throat burn for some time while my body becomes adjusted to it's new operating conditions. We charged off the train and into Marylbone station. After deciphering the underground pipe puzzle we set off down into the belly of the beast.
Lesson time. I'll finish this later.