If you don't know how to use self-checkout, lunch hour in central London is not the time to learn. There is always someone holding the queue up through a mix of inexperience and general technological inadequacy. I watch them patiently, as though studying an entirely different species. It drives me crazy.
Since early December I've been working a new job, a big opportunity to finally work in the industry I want to. Things are still going great, though the work is hard. The realization that I am turning what I always thought would remain a hobby into a career is a slow one, I went to sleep smiling thinking about that last night.
As always, new job brings with it an entirely new routine. The commute has always been the least pleasant aspect of working though this time round is probably at it's most endurable. Missing my train on the way home delays me by half an hour, so it is something I try to avoid doing. Which doesn't mean it never happens.
Two weeks back such an occasion occurred, so I took it upon myself to explore Victoria station a little. I had no idea there was a shopping centre in there. I even saw a sign for the International Cheese Centre (something I scoped out later in the week). The short story is, I bought some in-ear headphones and a book.
In-Ear headphones are an interesting experience. The good side is that the audio quality is great, a real presence of bass. You can completely shut yourself off from your surroundings. The bad side is that you can be really shut off from your surroundings. Which for someone like me, is not necessarily a good thing. Spy music invokes spy-like behavior whilst scary music makes me feel like the floor is going to fall away. Small things become immensely meaningful and perhaps even dangerous when the right music is playing.
All in all. Things are OK. I thought I'd touch in, as I hadn't for a while.
-Hybrid.
