1. My Oyster card will always need topping up.
I swear to god the bloody thing doesn't cap. One of the bad things about being able to walk to work every day means that I can't particularly justify a travelcard, which means I am just going to remain one of the hordes at the ticket machines topping up. I swear I must have topped up a tenner every day that I've been in London thus far, what is going on?
2. I can actually get of bed at 4am.
Admittedly its a bit of a struggle, but I thought I'd drag myself to work kicking and screaming. Actually, getting up at 4am isn't so bad. I probably turn up to work with eyeliner on my lips and my dress tucked into my knickers but we can ignore that....
3. Having a job you enjoy is so different to having one you don't.
I don't really get chance for a lunch break at work and this is the first job that I've ever had where it hasn't mattered. I don't stare at the clock praying that home time is coming, and it probably has something to do with the whole not minding getting up at 4am thing. Having a job you dislike is miserable, it makes you cry everyday and it pretty much ruins everyday too. Its early day but I enjoy this new job and things are very different.
4. Living with housemates doesn't get easier even when you're not a student.
They're still annoying and they still do the most ridiculous of things. This evening my housemate stole my garlic bread but he did it in the most blatent of fashions. I.e, he took it out the fridge, cooked it and then ate it all in front of me - leaving me to wonder how I managed to get to the grand old age of 23 and I'm still too much of a wuss to have just said something like "Oi, mate, why are you eating my garlic bread?" and also leaving me to wonder how he got into his twenties and still thinks that eating someone elses garlic bread is okay. Housemate drama always sounds so petty but its so real when you live it.
5. Organising holidays is an arse ache.
I'm going away with five boys (do you perhaps see where this is going...?) and I somehow ended up being the one to book the flights. I sat there for three hours on Saturday morning trawling through websites and trying to find the cheapest deals. We've now ended up flying out of one airport and flying in to another. Not everyone wanted cabin baggage and maths still isn't my forte. I'm still not overly sure everyone has paid me, and I'm still waiting on some passport information. If we fly off to Amsterdam without a hitch then it will have been nothing short of a miracle.
Have you learnt anything special this week?