First day

Hot dang, it feels good to be employed. It also feels good to throw around southern-like expressions like hot dang. Try it. I could have chosen a british one, like ‘by George’, and probably have been equally satisfied, but in this case the southern charm won me over.

The job itself might not be to exciting, it’s mainly a lot of transactional work passing information between the advertiser, the media and the production department of the company. Still, it’s a step into the business that I want to work in when I graduate. It’s also a source of income. This is good.

Lots of stuff happening right now. One might even say that I’m happening and it is quite a thrilling experience, even though I will fall behind quite seriously in my slacking-off-activities.

I’ll manage.

/J

In the waiting line

In my eagerness to be on time for my first day of work at AdCorp I managed to arrive almost half an hour early. It doesn’t matter much, I found a nice bench in a little park and the view is not to bad.

/iJ

Breakfast

A good way to start off a Saturday.

/iJ

9.57

Im gonna be late for uni. Huge bean bag. That staircase leads to my room, or should I say suite rather as I have my own bathroom and walk-in-closet. Holla.

/iJ

The boy who lived

For the past 4 days, I have been on my deathbed. It might be swine-flu and I should probably go and check that out. I didn’t die though and that’s really the important part.

I snapped a photo from inside the kitchen, looking out over the bar counter into the living room. More will follow shortly.

/iJ