Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Time and time again it comes down to this. Stuffing our faces and then eating some cake.
Other problems fade away gradually. From "I think I am going to be cut off" or "I still haven't heard back from that job app" and "I'm not sure if I am over him yet" it comes down to "These slices of cake are smaller now. It's not value for money any more, we have to go elsewhere" and "These cupcakes are slightly dry in the middle but these ones aren't."
Good friendships and sugar rushes. One year of Masters has been almost survived.
Almost.
Now to survive a month more of being an intern. However the following lunch conversation gives me hope that behind the formal emails (no smileys!!) and ties are real people.
"How do you find this weather? You said you always find it cold here."
Me-"I'm really enjoying it."
"But it's so hot!"
Me-"But I am really enjoying it."
"It's a heat wave. People are dying."
Me-"I don't see why"
There is a moment of silence and in my head I tell myself "Good job. Another chapter of the what not to do at work manual".
I stare out the window at the fleet of planes and tell myself to eat in silence and just look at the planes.
Then the conversation moves on to kids who died while swimming. Were there currents, how did they die, did they not know how to swim too well?
Another one of the guys contributes a story about an acquaintance he used to sail with. He ate a lot. ALmost choked. Then he tried to swim out to meet the boat and almost drowned even though he knew how to swim.
A brief pause and then a rejoinder,"He was an awful guy really. Wouldn't have been much of a loss."
Other problems fade away gradually. From "I think I am going to be cut off" or "I still haven't heard back from that job app" and "I'm not sure if I am over him yet" it comes down to "These slices of cake are smaller now. It's not value for money any more, we have to go elsewhere" and "These cupcakes are slightly dry in the middle but these ones aren't."
Good friendships and sugar rushes. One year of Masters has been almost survived.
Almost.
Now to survive a month more of being an intern. However the following lunch conversation gives me hope that behind the formal emails (no smileys!!) and ties are real people.
"How do you find this weather? You said you always find it cold here."
Me-"I'm really enjoying it."
"But it's so hot!"
Me-"But I am really enjoying it."
"It's a heat wave. People are dying."
Me-"I don't see why"
There is a moment of silence and in my head I tell myself "Good job. Another chapter of the what not to do at work manual".
I stare out the window at the fleet of planes and tell myself to eat in silence and just look at the planes.
Then the conversation moves on to kids who died while swimming. Were there currents, how did they die, did they not know how to swim too well?
Another one of the guys contributes a story about an acquaintance he used to sail with. He ate a lot. ALmost choked. Then he tried to swim out to meet the boat and almost drowned even though he knew how to swim.
A brief pause and then a rejoinder,"He was an awful guy really. Wouldn't have been much of a loss."
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