i love it when my boss says something 'is absolute rubbish'. because it's lovely (really is), the way he says it, and it's so endearing. It's such an extremely british thing to do.

I'm hoping if i stay a bit longer, i can get a bit of his brit-ness because i'd love to say 'rubbish' and 'lovely' the way he says it. hah!.

So it's been two weeks since i started work, and there's nothing much to complain about really.

I guess i'm still not quite (mentally) ready about being thrown very last minute and tight deadlines but so far i've been able to deal with it (both physically and emotionally), and everyone's been nice and helpful and all so there's nothing much to grumble about.

Work is hard- grin and bear it?

but at the same time challenging work is pretty awesome, cause it's meaningful, you learn loads of things, interact with loads of people, and time pasts in a flash- it's time to knock off! and then you get completely free time to bum around (aside doing some chores for me mum) at home and be an absolutely useless afterwork fellow.

There's nothing to complain/nitpick about really- i start 1/2 an hour later than most white collar people, and we get to knockoff about the same time (well at least for the past few weeks we have. not sure about in the future though), except maybe sometimes i've had to lunch in to save time and meet deadlines. And then there's the dress code, which is smart (ambiguous?) but basically i can wear almost whatever i want (except for shorts, which i know is pushing things a bit. formal shorts? these things don't exist except for those in the creative industry), whenever i want (even if it's not a dress down friday), so i'm pretty contented.

that's good isn't it?

to be contented.

i guess i'd just continue giving this a shot until i have a change in direction/mindset or find something else that i really, really want to do.