I had no trouble finding a bus I needed, because many of them go to Broadheath, the section of town where our office is located. It’s a short distance and only costs 60p for the trip. A great deal. And I was grateful it didn’t rain today, since there’s still a good little walk after getting off the bus. I’ll be walking the entire distance some days—as it’s not overly far—just depends on how tired I am.
Oh, to get back to feeling stupid, I got on the bus and asked the driver how much to go to Broadheath, and he had to get me to repeat it a few times. I have a mid-Western, almost non-accent. As a trainer, and an amateur actor, I think I enunciate fairly well, but this dratted American twang must be unsettling to the British ear.
The bus ride itself was fun—I was the only one on the bus besides the driver.
Got to work a few minutes before eight. Luckily Carole had gotten office keys for me, so I got an early start on the day. But not having had coffee yet, I really smiled broadly when Simon arrived with the new coffeepot. Hooray. It was a delicious brew.
For lunch I had another jacket potato with baked beans and cheese. Excellent. And today was Claire’s birthday so she brought in a wonderful pecan cake which we shared for afternoon tea.
Simon and I did several phone interviews for the Irish position. We have some good candidates to be interviewed in Dublin next week.
Still don’t know if I’ll be able to go or not. Spoke with our immigration consultant today. She’s dealt with the Home Office and they know I’m in the UK. We’ve been completely above board about it. I gave lots of info to the consultant and she’ll fax the completed forms to me tomorrow. Simon’s out tomorrow at a meeting, but will sign his part on Friday and we’ll mail it off. The Home Office said they thought they’d have it done in a week. I hope sooner.
Left work at 5:30 and walked to the bus. Caught it at 5:50 and was home by 6:05. And only five minutes of that was on the bus itself. Pretty cool.
Finished the pizza for dinner, worked on emails and watched BBC. Will the excitement ever end?
Tomorrow night is Comedy Sportz in Chorley. It’s quite a trek. Bus to the station, Metrolink to Manchester, train to Chorley. The workshop is from 7-9, so if I go, I can count on a late night. Waiting on directions on how to get there once I arrive in Chorley, so I still don’t know if I’m going.
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