Journey's End
Trip Start
Jul 03, 2008
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Trip End
Jul 20, 2008
And so it ended as it began - Wetherspoons at Victoria Coach Station in London. The train from Brussels to London was on time, and although the Victoria line was closed on the Underground, we were at the coach station with a good couple of hours to spare.
In need of a welcome reminder of home, and a hangover cure, we headed for Wetherspoons for a full English breakfast and a cup of tea. It felt good to be home. The coach home went without problems, and even arrived in Birmingham early. I felt a sense of ease at using the Queen's head to pay for a bottle of pop and a magazine, and even felt vaguely excited at the sight of Tesco.
As with all previous trips like this, the feeling didn't last. Two days later I'm bored, fed up with work and wanting to get out of the country again more than ever. As a result of getting used to European ways, I nearly got run over looking the wrong way on a Tesco carpark. It's easy to feel generally lost, but there are no friendly foreigners running up to show you the way.
Today I had my six-monthly staff appraisal (which generally runs every 3-4 years) at work. Trying to get me to talk about how I would wisely invest money in furthering my career, my manager asked "What would you do if you were given £50,000?"
"Travel around, maybe buy a house", I said.
Clearly displeased, but unsurprised by my inability to brown nose management in favour of pure honesty, she tried again. "What about if it was a million?"
"Buy a bigger house, travel much more". I think she had the impression that I wasn't taking it entirely seriously. But I was.
In need of a welcome reminder of home, and a hangover cure, we headed for Wetherspoons for a full English breakfast and a cup of tea. It felt good to be home. The coach home went without problems, and even arrived in Birmingham early. I felt a sense of ease at using the Queen's head to pay for a bottle of pop and a magazine, and even felt vaguely excited at the sight of Tesco.
As with all previous trips like this, the feeling didn't last. Two days later I'm bored, fed up with work and wanting to get out of the country again more than ever. As a result of getting used to European ways, I nearly got run over looking the wrong way on a Tesco carpark. It's easy to feel generally lost, but there are no friendly foreigners running up to show you the way.
Today I had my six-monthly staff appraisal (which generally runs every 3-4 years) at work. Trying to get me to talk about how I would wisely invest money in furthering my career, my manager asked "What would you do if you were given £50,000?"
"Travel around, maybe buy a house", I said.
Clearly displeased, but unsurprised by my inability to brown nose management in favour of pure honesty, she tried again. "What about if it was a million?"
"Buy a bigger house, travel much more". I think she had the impression that I wasn't taking it entirely seriously. But I was.


