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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Thursday, August 31, 2006
Rather bored. Work load is still fairly light at this stage and I'm kinda twiddling my thumbs. Which would be fine if we were working central - I could off for a little walk and look around. But we're out of it here - going off for a little walk might result in me falling down a hole and being eaten by donkies.
There are these little shower type taps in the toilets here. Since this is the land of the Bidet (much like its previous occupiers France) I presume these fulfil the same purpose. However, the have the problem of leaving water all over the toilet cubicle floor. And when you consider what that water has been washing, my LK Bennet sandals suddenly aint so keen on taking a dip. All part of the experience no doubt.
My first set of fly-home tickets have arrived. Which is good as I was worrying as to where they'd ended up. Much like my swimsuit and Avon Bath Oil which should have been delivered last week and only turned up the day after I left. Thankfully I'm taking a trip home otherwise I would have been seriously annoyed.
I can tell hotel living is going to get a tad depressing. I hate coming home and finding everything cleaned up and tidied away - I like my sheets to be a bit crumpled, and my socks to still be on the floor. It's that feeling of home. (Especially when your home is a pig sty). I hate not having full privacy. It's a good job I'm a writer who loves reading - I can't imagine what non-creative people do in their hotel rooms alone every night. (no suggestions on a postcard thanks).
3:11 pm
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
So here I am. In Morocco. Rather weird. I’m already working away and going through the usually difficult task of getting to know the job and the people surrounding it. All ready I have learned a few dozen names and forgotten them. And what with the language difficulties getting to know them and pronounce their names correctly is going to be a bit tougher than usual. Although most people speak French so I get more of a gist of things than I thought I would. Even some Italians, although that rather shakier.
Flew over on a half empty flight and landed amid lightening storms and a VERY bumpy landing. It’s enough to make you start praying again. Flying is not my favourite activity.
My hotel is a nice as it looks – I have a nice big room with lots of palm trees to look at out of the window. Not enough coat hangers though – always the way. And I managed to break my electronic safe first night there. Yay me.
Food is much better than I was worried about. I’m a faddy eater at the best of times, and I was concerned I might have trouble finding things to eat. Had a lovely Ravioli last night, breakfast supplies a mix of cereals, pastries, fresh fruit, yoghurt and hot stuff like eggs, bacons and pancakes. Lunch today I had a fish pie which is probably the most delicious thing I have EVER eaten. It’s basically shaped like a deep fried Frisbee with assorted seafood and thin noodles inside it. Delicious.
It’s roasting hot outside, but the sky has been rather cloudy today. Thankfully we have working air conditioning, so I’m not sweating away in the office at least.
The roads I’ve noticed are mental so far too – crazy scooters clearly held together by a hairpin and a lot of donkeys!
Feeling utterly homesick – departing was a bit of a ‘mare what with the raging hormones. You’d think I was leaving for a year the way I was wailing on. Not feeling exactly complete without the Cheesm here – but we’ve done this before, and from what I recall it leads to some rather yummy reunions.
5:20 pm
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Am sat here now, waiting for my taxi to take me to the airport. The whole thing still feels slightly unreal, but it's really happening now. Just needs to sink in I guess. Doesn't help that my lady-issue is in primary action today either - how to really make flying more emotional and terrifying than it already is.
Hopefully will be able to blog while I'm there and keep you updated. Till I see your pretty faces again take care and be aware (as my Popo would say).
11:22 am
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
So! Why do I have a cocktail of Tetanus, Typhoid, Dyptheria and Hepatitis A/B coursing through my bloodstream? No, I am not a key plot point in the next series of 24. I am vaccinated! (With a very sore arm to prove it – pesky needles)
Why? I’m off to Morocco. For a rather lonnnnng time. Well 2 months, maybe 3. Which in the grand scheme of things isn’t so long, but for me it seems like ages. i.e. me the girl who’s never been outside of Europe and when she has it hasn’t been for more than a week! So yes – this is a big thing for me.
Haven’t said anything for a while cause it’s been a bit back and forth as to whether I was actually going, what with a change of staff at one point, and then all the airport hoohah at another. As you can guess, I’m going there to work – so it’s not all jolly holidays for me. But I’m sure there’ll be plenty to do in the wee spare hours. Oh and just to be smug, I’m staying here.
Happy face.
Am hoping it’ll be particularly inspirational writing wise – my writing drive has frankly been like a dead fish this year. Change of scenery might smack it out of its lull.
Of course this is going to be wonderfully complicated for my sister’s wedding. I’m flying back twice – it’s all a bit manic. But hopefully it’ll be worth it.
Main problem is of course leaving behind the Cheesy one. Not looking forward to that at all.
Sad face.
With remarkable timing however, Goulden Moments himself is in need of a place to sleep for a month or so and is moving in to keep him company. Am hoping Cheesy doesn’t get too used to bachelor life while I’m gone.
The big bad news is that now I’m going to miss going to watch Wicked with Bron and the gang. Grrrr. Was mega looking forward to it. Anyone want a ticket?
3:20 pm
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