Change is good

It's refreshing. The pub I worked at in Clapham has a new manager... my flat-mate Chris. Chris, who was head chef at the pub less than a week ago, left the food for scottish dude to cook and upgraded as new manager. Nina, the old manager was, as they say here, "made redundant" or fired. She brought too much of her personal problems into the pub. She did too much drugs. Funny thing, as much as I should naturally want to see her leave, I feel really bad for her. Nina treated me like shit at times. I often felt patronized when she spoke to me for some reason. I'm not sure what I did to make her dislike me or have her treat me the way she did. Nonetheless, I still feel shit that she's gone. I feel like Chris, Scottish dude, Jeanie and I are burglers. We've robbed her the only thing she knew for 2 years. That pub was her home. She lived upstairs for two years, worked there for two years, was manager for who knows how long! She decided it would be a good idea to move out, but it seems like since she's moved out, we all moved in and taken over. She must feel like she's lost a piece of her. Then again, I think it's for the best, for all of us. She needs to sort out herself and try something new. She got dumped and needs to find a better boyfriend.

As for me, London one of the most beautiful cities in the summer. With all it's clouds and rain throughout the winter, as soon as the sun shined and the temperatures rose, so did people's spirits. People are in good moods. People want to be outside. Its beautiful. 

I've found a new love for good coffee and lattes. I love random cafe shops and charity shops. How unique each one is, the people inside, the things you discover, I love it. 

As much as I love media, I have spent less and less time infront of the television. To be honest,  I really hope America can one day see the newspaper industry rise again to what it once was. Everyone reads the paper here! It's interesting to watch the morning papers being fliped and turned sideways inorder for people to fit on the tube in the morning and evening rush hours. 

I love sitting on my own and writing, I love reading.  I love random chats with random people at pubs. As grey as they make this city out to be, what a social group of people we are. People go to pubs every night of the week, just to chat, to learn, to listen. It's amazing. And now that the sun is shinning and the air is warm, what I love the most is the sight of working men and women in their suits and ties and heels and shoes, sitting on the curb at the end of the day with a pint of beer or a glass or wine. It's awesome. People crowd the streets outside of pubs to drink and enjoy the weather. I'll miss this city when I leave. 

EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH

GUESS WHO WAS EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH!!!! 

WEERRDDDD!!!! and extra 50 to keep me going just a little bit! 

And to think I've only been working here for a little under 2 months! 

Everyone is dope here... I really will miss the people I'm working with

BUT HOLLERR AT YA GIRL MAN!!! IM WORKING HARD!

G20

What looks like a crazy day in London, really didn't affect me much. Actually, it didn't affect me at all. Al was late to work because of the protests, but other than that, I don't think the media could have hyped people up any more than they already had. Half the videos they showed on television showed protesters surrounded by tons and tons of cameras, not small little sony digital cameras, I mean, like a Cannon Rebel DX something or another. People with Nikons were rockin front row seats at the protests today. Guess how many reporters were injured? A lot more than normal civilians! Which brings me to the conclusion that a number of the riot bralls could have been avoided if the damn press STFU for once. In 1990, a protest in Trafalgar Square took place against Margaret Thatcher's taxing practices, and that was absolute insanity: POLL TAX RIOT

But THIS SUMMIT RIOT was nothing like the one 19 years ago...

Hmmm

I've become obsessed with meeting new people. It's exciting! It's fun! It makes me think differently. I often find myself going out of my way to find a new place to get drinks or food or taking a different route home, just to get a new perspective. Then again, I've yearn for stability! I think I just want a job out here already that can keep me for a couple months. I feel like nothing is really promised for me at the moment. I could be out of work in two weeks and then be lost for work and need to hop on a plane. It would be sad considering I've worked so hard at finding work and a place to stay and friends and food and all that good stuff. I crave stability I think just so I can save the money to go traveling some more. I think I've finally started to get a feel for what I want to really do. I just need a video camera, a camera and my computer. I'll travel the world and put it out for the world to see, people need to stop being so chicken and get out and try something new! I can't believe I lived in such a bubble my whole life. It doesn't matter if you've lived in a huge Metropolitan like NYC or the smallest town in Nebraska, it's beautiful to live and feel a new culture. It's not about visiting the Eiffle Tower on your vacation, I mean live and work with the locals, get a pint a beer and find out what pisses off the dude that works at the corner deli shop or the dude at the bank or the woman that teaches. There is always a story to be told. 

Maybe the Peace Corps would be a good look for me. 

I woke up this morning wishing I came from money. How wonderful it must be to pay your bills on time and know you will eat well that night after a long days work. On the other hand, it's the lack of those things that's helped me realize how much I don't need them. 

I watched an old dude sit next to his wife on the tube. A posh sort, he rocked his argil scarf and wool peacoat. The couple read the paper as if they had an exam in an hour. I could tell they were married. Anywho, the dude got all upset because the train conductor had something other than a British accent and it was a bit difficult to hear him. "For Christ sake, can't they at least get someone to speak English!" he said out loud to his wife. His wife continued to read the paper, said something under her breathe as he continued... "They don't even dress properly. At least they could get someone that spoke English." 

I wanted to tell the dude that I spoke English perfectly fine and heard quite clearly what the train conductor announced. Or maybe I just wanted to give him a big ol' slap in the head. Wake up and smell the coffee Mr. Poshity Poshsters! People travel, listen to some other accents and maybe you can understand someone besides you and your wife. 

Hmmm, maybe Americans and Brits aren't so different after all... 

hahahah

Oh, excuse me sir, can you please STFU

It must be a New York thing. Are we that angry of a people? I love it. It's gotten so bad I've been tempted to strategically camp out on a busy city corner waiting for something to happen. 

Car fights! I love them! Not so much in NYC, those can get pretty ugly. But there's something about watching an angry British driver turn to the bike rider that almost caused a five car accident after swerving into the wrong lane to say, "Excuse me, but did you realize you almost hit me." Talk about anger management control. I can't even think back to the last time I spoke that politely to a person I wasn't mad at! Is there really a need to excuse yourself when your heart isn't there. Why lie to themselves? Save your breath London drivers and start speaking without thinking. No need to be polite, you don't like them anyway. The city is big enough, you probably won't run into them anyway... especially considering they ran into you first... (hahah.. I made a funny.) Maybe we should all just drive singing Bet Midler.

Oh I get by with a little help from my friends

Honestly, I don't think I'd be as happy right now or having the experience I've had without making friends. Life lesson dudes... it's no fun experiencing things without enjoying it with someone. It's the most beautiful feeling, giving someone a hug good-bye and thinking to myself, "Shit guys, I have a friend!" I actually found a good number of people who care enough about me that they'd even touch my skin to give me a kiss and a hug before leaving. They even call me once in a while to see how I'm doing. Amazing! Such a simplistic concept... friendship, yet so deep. I mean, think about how successful the show FRIENDS became! The whole show was just about a group of friends... and like woah, shits a hit!

It's been great, I mean, I do miss my plumber dude... he was my first real friend out here, but I've come to grips with it. It's fascinating how quickly people affect other people. All of my relationships here are based on me randomly popping into their world. Even at my new gig I picked up, the whole staff treats me like I've been there for years. Like, they actually care about what I'm doing with my life and I actually give a damn if one of them is having a bad day or stubs their toe (especially if it's the tiny one... those hurt yo!) 

For example, for the past 4 weeks, I've really gotten to know this guy named Tim. He's the other runner at the office. He's just awesome. His girlfriend is awesome... she rocks the dreads look right now. Funny, he's actually the only British dude I've met that doesn't like tea... Who does that? He puts me on all these random media facts in London, which may or may not do me any good in the future... unless I get to be on Who Wants to be a Millionaire?! (watch Slumdog Millionaire and then maybe you'll get my terrible joke/thought process)

Andy is another dude I've become good mates with. Him and his girl have been going out now for 7 years! Wowzers. Andy just looks out for me so much. We have the best chats about life and its great connecting with people who you'd never realize you had so many similarities with. Who would think a chick like me from the Bronx, would share similar goals as a dude from a small town in Devon, England. He's a drummer and I got to watch him live at the pub I use to work at. It's nice going back to the pubs I worked at, especially the one I used to live above. I made such good friends there. My two old Australian flatmates Ben and Anna. I love them and it was just so refreshing to see them as well yesterday. One of the regulars came up to me and bought me a Bulmers and said "Well you seem to be miss popular tonight huh!" Funny, I only worked and lived there a month. 

I can't even begin to explain how awesome my flatmate Chris is... and Jeannie and Scottish dude. Scottish dude is already planning out my birthday weekend. If nothing else works out here, I have nothing to regret or complain about. I've made some life long friends. It's a hard concept to grasp when you have your own circle of friends and you don't really need to find new ones, but for me, popping over here with nothing and finding so much... it just makes you really appreciative of what I have and it's made the relationships I have with people out here a lot stronger. 

No place like home..

I don't think it hit me till about a week ago... I HAVE NOT SEEN ONE ROACH AKA BUG AKA NASTY YUCKY THING AKA THE CRUNCHY SOUNDING THINGS WILL SMITH DID A SMASHING JOB KILLING IN MEN IN BLACK AKA THE CREATURE WE CAN NEVER SEEM TO GET RID OF NO MATTER HOW CLEAN YOU ARE!

Seriously, no lies... and I mean, I've worked in 2 pubs since I've arrived... I HAVE NOT SEEN A SINGLE MUTANT!! I can't believe it! As dirty as I sometimes think British people are (Although I do think it's mostly people from the pub I worked at), I feel like London is a damn pretty clean city. Three months and no bugs! It's awesome! No wonder I'm not ready to leave yet! I LOVE IT! 

While I'm on the topic... here's an interesting story that came out from the Guardian newspaper out here... 

How a cockroach put 30 people out of work

For the viewers of Turkmenistan's popular nightly news program, Vatan, it was another routine bulletin. But as the newsreader began the 9pm broadcast, viewers across the central Asian country spotted something unusual crawling across the studio table: a large brown cockroach.

The cockroach managed to complete a whole lap of the desk, apparently undetected, before disappearing. The program, complete with cockroach, was repeated at 11pm that night.

Turkmenistan's president, Kurbanguly Berdymukhamedov, was so upset when outraged viewers complained to the station that he fired 30 workers from the main state TV channel.

Back in US

I know the focus of this blog has been what goes on here in the UK, but yikes... what's happening to the US!? 

Today's BBC report:  AIG reports record $61.7bn loss

What's happening over there? Why are companies getting so much money and still messing up? Yikes... it makes me nervous. It's just as bad here...

BAIL-OUTS RECEIVED
AIG - $180bn
Bank of America - $45bn
Citigroup - $50bn
JP Morgan Chase - $25bn
Wells Fargo - $25bn
Goldman Sachs - $10bn
Morgan Stanley - $10bn
State Street - $3bn
Bank of New York Mellon - $3bn

Picture this...

The snow in London!!

My homie Scottish Dude

more pics to come

I guess I haven't really discussed this new job of mine in detail...

It's nothing big really, I'm a runner at a media slash advertising agency out here in Central London. 

Surprisingly, I got the job after facebook stalking the CEO of the company. The CEO is quite the man... making big bucks, making big deals and married to a pretty well known actress out here in the UK. It's wild! A dude like himself would normally give a flying hoot about who or what I was.  

I sent him a facebook message about a week after I arrived in London. Maybe it was two or three. It was around the time I started to panic about my job situation. I figured it couldn't hurt writing him. I actually tried to contact the company before I left New York City. I emailed another dude who worked there, but he never responded. At the time, I felt like it was the only way to get myself noticed with this company, so I looked up the CEO on facebook and sent him a nice little message which said... 

Hello Mr. (___)

I am a young producer from New York City. I recently moved to London and came across your company's website- (_____). I just want to compliment you and your group on an amazing website and what looks like on face value, a strong and creative media company to work for. I apologize for the informal facebook message, but I had no other way of contacting you other than a phone call and I felt facebook would be a bit easier for me to contact you personally. I am actually just looking for a freelance position or apprenticeship to get myself started out here. I have a lot of experience in multi-media production back in New York City. I not only helped produce many online media packages, but I was also a radio disc jockey as well as a presenter. I worked on many entertainment events such as the Pepsi Blue Carpet Bash and the Latin Grammy's.

If you have any room for a young woman with tons of energy and an infinite amount of ideas and passion, please contact me. If nothing else, I would like to see what you guys do so I can get a feel for the media out here.

Thanks for taking to read this!

YIKES... Thanks for taking to read this! I didn't even write properly in the message and he somehow sent me a message back about a month later saying... 

Hey, in NYC in Feb (3rd - 7th)... we are looking to open up in NYC and possibly LA this year... lets meet and have a chat. cheers. Let me know your availability and lets hook up to talk. Would be very useful for me.

WTF MATE! 

I jumped on the opportunity to meet with the dude. Called him the next day. Met up that Friday. 

It happened all too quickly. I met with him and it was like, we were using each other. He wanted to meet with me to find out about New York City. I wanted to meet with him for a job... we both won. He sent my name to the Facilities Manager and about two days later, I was offered a job as a runner. 

Unfortunately, the job is really really really (really) beneath me. It's been a humbling experience making coffee for people and picking up the dry cleaning for the lazy bastards. HOWEVER! I am thankful and super freaked out at how crazy it is that I am actually working for a legit company right now in London. 

My issue right now is the job is only temporary, aka for five weeks I can get paid and also panic at the idea of not having a job in another three weeks time. It's kind of like STANDING BEHIND ROBERT LOGGIA IN AN AIRPORT. Think of how anxious I am right now, just waiting for the damn thing to finish and hoping I can get hop on another plane of opportunity. 

Despite my internal grief and panic, I am enjoying meeting new people and shmoozing with every single soul I meet at the office. I have actually made some awesome connections and my job, which started off as a mere waste of a day with silly errands grew to getting the chance to work on a commercial shoot this past Friday for this group called the Noisettes and helping out one of the producers over the weekend with another music commercial for Groove Armada. 

The shoot Friday was amazing!!! I had an awesome time.. made a lot of connections and took a lot of pictures!!! Which I will post!!!

Yay for facebook and being gutsy! 

Money, drugs, I'm back at College

Like college, I've learned quite a bit about things and situations I've never had to deal with before. It's been an eye opener for me. I didn't realize I was that innocent until a week ago. 

Americans smoke a lot of weed. Yet, despite my own disconnection with the stuff, I don't really see a problem with it. I mean, I've seen tons of my friends smoke it and yeah, the lack of ability to really do much or care to do anything is something that could be a concern but it never really interfered with their duties to work and move and get things done. 

English do a lot of drugs. I mean, I've seen just about everything. No needles, but at this point, I wouldn't be surprised if I did. It was last Sunday, the day before I started my new job. I was looking forward to a good ol' time being that it was my last shift at the pub. I started work at 11a.m. The night before a group of us stayed for drinks and had a good chat with one another. We made yummy cheese and guacamole sandwiches at three in the morning. It was awesome. 

The next morning, I arrived at the pub a bit out of it, but ready to work. I realized I was probably the only one ready to work. Nina came down to work an hour late, Scottish dude followed, both looked like they had bit hit by a bolder. Poor Chris, the other chef who works in the kitchen and currently, my other flatmate had to set up the kitchen all on his own. Scottish dude has been really irresponsible and so has Nina. As manager, Nina has been taking a bit of a piss at me for some odd reason. Scottish dude has stayed over her flat every night. I found out all they do is sniff cocaine and drugs and drink. It's ridiculous how much they do besides also doing each other. Yikes!

Imagine the whole shift, my manager, just taking a piss at me because Scottish dude use to like me and now she's all drugged up and hung over and cranky and complaining to me that the bar is messed up. Dude, I beg to recall last night when we all stayed after till 5 in the morning drinking, of course the pub is going to be messy, maybe you could come downstairs early instead messing around with the chef. It's too much for me. I messed up orders that day, I felt uncomfortable being there. It was a bad day. I needed to just get out. It got worse. 

I had to also work at the other pub that night, the one I lived above. I needed time to just sit down and rest for a bit. I walked in and thought I would just sit down on my couch in the living room for a good head clearing and a bit of tv. I walk in my living room and what do I find, one of my flatmates and two strangers siting in the living room. On the coffee table, lines of white powder... more cocaine. "You want a line" one of them asked. "Na, I'm good." Geeze, I ran into my room and bursted into tears. Drugs were everywhere. The manager and flatmate that runs the pub I lived at sold and bought coke as well and is in heaps of trouble now because he use to take money from the pub to pay for his drugs and the owner came by while he was gone and found out that a lump of money was missing... wonder who took it!?@! 

I know this makes everyone sound really bad, but to be honest, no one has ever asked me to take any drugs, or force me to be around it, or anything of the sort. They are actually really protective over me not to take it and are keen on the fact I don't do anything. So I'm not trying to make it sound bad, but well, until now, I definitely felt like I was back at College. Living in a messy messy flat with two dudes and a girl. We drank everyday. We went to sleep late. Woke up late. Had long and deep conversations. But like college, my flatmates I had to move out because I am taking a 5 week intense course (aka my new job) and my roomies party and drink too much. I kinda liked living at the pub, it was different for me. I learned a lot about English people, but now I've moved on. I have a great new job. (well it's not that great, but I will get into that another day). I live in a nice and cozy and clean flat. I just hope I can keep moving and getting on with things. 

Clothes drying

I really miss dryers out here. People don't use dryers like we do in America. It's becoming a bit of a pain for me. Clothes drying is the most important part of the whole process really, because despite your clean clothes, you can't wear them, unless they are dry! (okay, maybe cleaning the clothes is just as important as clothes drying, but you get my point). It's terrible, no one has a clothes dryer. I always have to hang up my clothes on a stupid drying rack and it takes a whole day to dry the damn clothes, sometimes even two depending on the heat in your room. 

Think of the luxury of seeing your favorite shirt, sitting in that pile of laundry you've put off all week and realizing you want to wear it two hours before you go out Saturday night. You pop it into the wash for a "quick 30 minute turbo" and put it straight into a drying machine, all warm and ready for you to wear in under 120 minutes. In that time, you can pre game, eat, and finish watching the Yankees game. It's beautiful. Why don't people have dryers here. It's terrible. Yes, okay, it's energy efficient, but for who? Me or the dryer?! I feel like I use way too much energy waiting around for my wash to finish, just to hang up my 5 shirts and a pair of jeans because that's all that fits in the damn washing machines here, and thats all you can fit on one drying rack. Think of the change in lifestyle I had to go through just because of the lack of dryers out here. I need to put aside at least 2 hours to do laundry. I also have to do laundry in smaller quantities, unlike my fellow Americans who I recall getting it all done on a Sunday afternoon after waking up with a bad hang over. 

It's terrible, and yes I sound very American right now, but I'm honest. I miss my tumble dryer. 

I get weekends off

So I started a new job.. it's only gona last for 5 weeks. Then I need to pack up and find something new. My new appreciation: stability. I've lived in 3 different places in the past 2 months not including hostels.

Yet, despite my own instability with moving, I've learned to find much more stability with friends and lifestyle. It is damn hard to trust people out here. I'm not sure who to tell things to or how to know who knows what. Everyone is damn too fake friendly here, and the problem is, that since everyone is nice, I can't separate the good from the bad. I use to be a person that trusted first until I lost their trust, but I think I threw all my eggs in one basket and now I can't seem to trust anyone... except you Al. 

Right now, I live with one of the chefs from the pub I use to work at. He's lovely. He's a young handsome 24 year old South African dude who is also married and has a little baby girl. His wife and daughter moved to Australia to start a new life, he leaves to join them in about 2 months. He misses them, I can tell by the hours he spends speaking to his wife and kid on skype every night. I also live with his wife's cousin, another South African. He owns the flat actually. I'm not sure how to describe him without making him sound too stereotypically nerdy, so I won't even try. He's a computer technician who loves movies and IKEA. He never goes out and often talks too much, but he has a good heart and makes the best damn tea.... milk and a small small dosage of sugar... if any. Anywho, it's us three, plus another one of his friend's who is currently having problems with his wife and so usually stays over at the flat Mondays- Wednesdays. 

I've not been home much this week to see my flatmates however, I've been running around London actually enjoying myself for once! Thursday, Jeanie bought us tickets to see a dance performance in central London. I booked out of work early and met up with her to get some yummy cocktails before the show! I fell in love with one of the dancers, Francisco Cruz! Yikes, that dude was cruzin' through my head that night! haha, just kidding, I really just wanted the opporotunity to make stupid joke.. nah, peep this show: SHOW PEEPIN, and MORE SHOW PEEPING!!! 

I now look back and realize how wild this trip as been. I feel like I've been in London for ages and it's only been a little over 2 months. I can finally say I feel emerged within the city and the people. I have no American friends out here beside Al, and even Al, I've not seen really. We are both busy working. I hope that she is getting out a but more now that she is working too. 

I got six bucks

Yikes, I checked my account today... 6 dollars and 18 cents.. werd I am just gliding by. 

Na, I'm ok actually, because despite how terrible that sounds, I have about 10 pounds in cash, so that's like, almost 20 pounds. Eh, I don't think I'm going to touch my account money though. Got to play is safe! I was tempted to call my mother , but maybe not. 

The new job is going alright. I work long days. It's funny, I really feel like an immigrant and then I realize, I kinda am. The front page of the newspaper this morning said, X amount (something million) of immigrants had jobs in the UK. Yikes, and there I was, on the tube, with every cover of every newspaper plastered towards my face as I sat on a crowded train of Londoners heading to work... including me. I felt awkward. I realized, geeze, the media is pretty powerful aye?! I sat there thinking for a bit, dude I'm the immigrant messing up the economy. That's not the case, (it was really the dude next to me who's been messing it all up), but yeah, for a second, it hit me. It must be scary to be in New York City or Chicago or somewhere right now where people are losing their jobs and blaming it on the "immigrants."

I finally moved out of my old flat. The pub, it was a nice one, but not the place for me really. I loved the people that lived there and worked there, but the flat itself was not for me or anyone who is really trying to focus on getting down to the nitty gritty. I need to be honest, mad people do drugs here. I'm not talking about weed or cigaretts or alchole or tabacco, I mean serious drugs. I walked into the living room my last day at the pub and two of my flatmates were sniffing lines of coke. The week before it was extascy. I found one of them still sitting in the same position I left him the night before. He hadn't slept. He was just sitting on the couch, dead still, smoking a fag. 

So I was able to move out last night. I moved in to a 4 bedroom flat out in Mitcham. It's a nice flat, but it's a bit far from central London. Ah, it's super late, I need to go to bed. 

New job

I think I need to not try and update everyone on what happened and just kinda start from where I am now...

It's been rough... not going to lie... I have been working at two pubs, working in two different environments, both very British environments, nonetheless, very different. 

My first pub, the original one I applied to work at is very cute, architecturally pleasing to the eye. It's a cozy little pub over on a street called Lillie Shall Road over in Clapham. Clapham, which use to be "a bit doggy" maybe 10 years ago, is now one of the more affluent areas to live in Central London, which means, the customers that come into the pubis a mix of both lower class and upper class residents. The new money coming into the neighborhood brings a lot of blue collar workers in at lunch time that work construction jobs during the day. It also brings in the very posh groups that live now in the mansionettes all along the side roads. The is both old money and new money. It's a great mix of culture and I love watching and speaking and serving the regulars that come into the pub. I really felt at home for the past month or so working there. The working staff there however, has been another story. Nina, the manager at the pub is a lovely young woman, in her mid 20's, she may seem like a typical blond, at at times she is. However, she has a good heart, but brings too many of her personal problems to the pub. I guess it would be hard not to, she lives right above the pub. Now that Scottish chef dude realized I was not feeling him the way he was digging me, he started hooking up with Nina and since then I've actually felt a big awkward about the whole situation. Imagine, your boss is hooking up with the one of the chefs, the chef that made it obvious to even the morning cleaning lady, that he was infatuated with me. Maybe I'm just jealous I'm not getting the attention anymore. Maybe I just feel like I've lost a friend? Maybe both. Nina came up to me one day after I broke down at work. We had a good chat, and at the end of the day, she came up to me and said, "Look, I'm not sure what your relationship is like with Scottish dude, but he made it pretty clear that you're not interested in him, and I was wondering if it would be okay with you that if something happened between me and him, it would be okay with you." Wowzers, talk about Jerry Springer. 

Also at my pub is the assistant manager, Ian. Ian is originally from Sicily, but is one of the most poshy sounding British dudes I've met. He tries to put on this older man persona and high authority type "I'm in charge" attitude, but he's one of the clumsiest people I've met. He thinks he's a flare bartender and breaks glasses all the time trying to flip cups and do tricks with all the glasses and bottles behind the bar. His goal is to be a personal trainer but is thin as a rail. He has a good heart, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I feel a bit patronized working with him, Ian is always right. 

Tess, one of the three bartenders that works there, besides the two managers. She currently dates Ian. Tess, currently getting herself through Uni, is one of the sweetest women face value. Again, she can at times speak to you as if you are nothing more than a can of worms. It's been hard working with Tess and Ian who seem to live these cute little lives. I love them both, don't get me wrong, but I guess it's weird for me as a complete outsider to come into the picture. For one, I take things to the heart here more than back in NYC. I'm more vulnerable because I hardly know anyone that well. And to be honest, it's hard trying to come in as an American into a super English pub and try and work. I don't care what anyone tells me, the culture is completely different!!!

Imagine you were once living a life of loud music in the mornings and at night from cars driving down the block listening to 50 cent. Living off eating rice and beans, Chinese food, sandwiches and burgers. Speaking to people really quickly and always being in a rush to do things. Then imagine leaving and starting a life where the streets are as quiet as a random road in upstate New York in the middle of winter when it's too dangerous to drive because of the snow. My diet has changed to eating less vegetables and more bland food. Seriously, British food does suck. Fish and chips doesn't fly when it's all the time. Steak and ale pie, sausage and mash, Sunday roasts... ehh, they eat a lot of red meat and my body is totally not use to it. Speaking to people has really taught me to slow down when speaking. I honestly didn't understand a damn thing anyone said to me when I first got here. Sometimes I still don't. The difference is, they all understand me and don't understand that an American accent sounds more natural because of all our damn media that gets streamed out here. Every movie out in the cinemas here is American. Family guy, Seinfield, the Simpsons, Friends... you name it, they watch it. What show besides Frasier do I actually hear a British accent from?! And remember, Fraiser is still an American show. 

No, I do love my pub. Jeanie, the other bartender hired at the same time I was is the one person since my homie plumber dude I've been able to really connect to out here. She is truly a gem. She's Australian, but came here with a different ambition that the majority of Australians I've met. She has her head together, doesn't do drugs and really took the time to listen to me and get to know me. We've both opened up to each other and she is a really beautiful person. It's hard, I had a hard time trusting her at first. She's just so nice and I really don't know people out here. It's also difficult because I think Americans are so out of touch with the rest of the world sometimes that it's hard for me as an American to shmooze with other people here because we think differently. Jeanie and Nina have really started a good friendship and get along a lot better than Nina and I do. Jeanie is just very care free, and laughs at almost everything. I on the other hand, feel a bit more reserved with people. I think it's something I need to break out of. I'm letting society get the best of me. Socially, it's expected to see Aussies running about London working. They have communities out here. They go and party and live together. Besides Al and some students from Syracuse University London Program, I don't know a damn American soul out here... which is great! But it gets to me at times that no one gets my sense of humor or my personality. Maybe I'm over analyzing everything and people here love me to bits, I'm not sure. 

But, luckily, I've landed myself a new job! Well, for the next 5 weeks. It's a production job for a company out in Central London. I will be a runner for 5 weeks for a company located in Soho. It's a company I've had my eye on since before I stepped foot in the UK. I attempted to reach out to them while I was still in New York and never received a response, so I decided to look up the CEO of the company on facebook and sent him a lovely message explaining out ridiculous he might think I am for writing to him in such an informal way, but that I loved the company at face value and wanted to learn more. If nothing else, I just wanted to chat with him and make a contact. A month passed since I wrote him, and about 2 weeks ago, he got back to me. He said in a message "Let's meet up, you could be some use to me." We met and spoke for about an hour. Lovely dude, has an eye for perfection and originality. The dude has dough! But I like his swag. Anyway, we ended the conversation with him implying that despite his lack of job openings at the moment, he would keep me in mind for anything that popped up. A week later, the facilities direction emailed me and offered me a 5 week job as a runner. She stressed the job was beneath me, but it was something. To be honest, I'm way better than the job I will be doing, but it's a foot in the door, and starting tomorrow, I will be busting my butt, making contacts and seeing what I can do to make these 5 weeks, at least another 5 months here! 

So to sum up everything... I quit my bartending job Tuesday. I will be moving out of the pub tomorrow or Tuesday and will be working in Central london for the next 5 weeks, with no promise of a future in the company, but then again, when has fear stopped me from doing anything since I hopped on that plane? 

More updates to come... 

I'm definitely not European!

Oh it wasn't that much, compared to something like Syracuse snow or the big New York Snow Storm of 1996, but it was enough to keep every single person from even trying to get to work Monday morning. It was ridiculous. I really found out how American, or New Yorker I am. Unlike Scottish dude who had to pass out on the coach that night because there was no transpertation means to get him back, I woke up panicking on trying to figure out how the hell to get to work! Scottish dude was like, "ah no biggie, guess we're not going to work! Pop open the beer!" I thought he was so lazy! How dare he not even try or care about getting to work! The funny thing... I was obviously the only one that cared! No one went to work! And everyone came to my pub. I wanted to run in the snow and make snow men and drink hot tea and do nothing, but I didnt. 

My manager finally contacted me and told me the other chef would pick up Scottish dude and myself... I had to work.

Catch up, Ketchup, Tomato Sauce

To sum it up, since the Superbowl, I've been been through my own illness, helping others with their own illnesses, two people cracked their ribs, there are sexual secrets going on in my pub, I might get kicked out of my living arrangements in the next week or two, a new job opportunity came up for me, I have no money, the biggest snow storm in the past 20 years hit London last Monday, and I finally realized how American I really am and there's really no escaping it. 

Like I said, Superbowl Sunday for me was wonderful! Everyone was really respectful of my little sports celebration and I got a couple people to really appreciate American sports more. I think Bruce Springsteen's camera crotch crash was the highlight however. Other's agreed. I was rooting for the Cardinals to be honest, even though I'm a Giants fan, which I guess I would root then for the Steelers, but I really can't stand Ben Roethlisberger, so I just decided to go for the underdog. To be honest, I like everyone else on the Steelers. Troy Polamalu's hair is an absolute masterpiece, and for that itself, I love him. But as for Roethlisberger, I mean, the dude looks like a block of cheese. Plus, his attitude is like a super no no! So, I rooted for the Cardinals... great game till they lost. Oh well, my Giants will still hold the memories of the ultimate and best Superbowl for years to come! I don't think Europeans understand the intensity in American sports as we do. I think it was a bit shocking for some of my mates to see me screaming at a television for a team I wouldn't really care for any other day of the week. But hey, it's the Superbowl. 

I didn't disappear for good!!!

I've been extremely sick.... and working my butt off... 

things are getting complicated... 

i will cover it more in this week.... 

I am trying to get over some stupid flu/cold/sick/thing... 

....may have a new job!!!! 

American Football and Chili Dogs

I watched the Cardinals lose munching on what was supposed to be an All American meal- Cheese Chili Dogs! It was good fun... my flatmates had the Superbowl on and we ate like Americans and drank like Americans. It snowed a lot... i'll post the pictures tomorrow. 

It was weird to be here, watching the commentary of the game and no commercials. I miss my American commercials. They had the same 3 commercials on the whole game. A Dominoes Pizza 555 deal, some cheerleader commercial for something, and I don't remember the 3rd one, I just know it was there. 

My flatmates really enjoyed the game. I think I'm starting to get them to really appreciate American culture. I think I'm actually getting a lot of people to appreciate Americans a bit more. For those who are more oblivious, Americans are not really liked in other parts of the world. I get joked on or ridiculed pretty often for being an American still, and these are with people that I know and serve at the pub. Today however, it was my day, Superbowl Sunday, and to be honest, a lot of my British regulars at the pub asked me "Oh, who are you going for?" "Are you excited about the game tonight?" It's nice to see they care a bit and I think a bit interested in what I have to say and what I think about things here in London. 

The snow is amazing! I'm going out to make snow angels!