Tomorrow's Friday

It's a little bit stressful when every other IM that pops up on your screen is someone wanting to talk about who's gotten 'outcounselled', doubly so when you know that everyone's mid-years are around the corner, and that every single review counts that little bit more amidst the current financial crunch.

Then there are the 20 odd interns that have started this summer. Keen beans that walk in infinitely better dressed than me, hogging the printers with white papers on risk that they read in their spare time while waiting for that life-defining meeting with our staffer.

But onto other things. Like the beautiful weather. Someone remarked the other day that he must bring luck to London. I asked, why? He said, because the weather's been pretty good for the last 9 months he's been here - no where near as depressing as he originally thought. I wonder what he prepared himself for because January through to April were pretty miserable.

Cloudy days are so quickly forgotten though in glorious 20 degree sunshine, I almost got a sunburn sitting under the skylight today, almost. My only gripe is that every morning I wake up at 6.30 and panic because it's too bright outside to be 6.30, it must at least be 9, and I must be late for work. I know I'm going to wake up one morning, winter will have crept back in, and it will be 9am and pitch black outside and I'll just go back to sleep.

The weather today made me duck out of the office to get cash, and on the way, I walked slowly past all the shops on sale, bought nail clippers, and went to get a frozen yoghurt, then finally made it to the cash machine.

Wow, a whole two paragraphs about sunshine. It must be Friday tomorrow.

Spain's in the final also. I love the spanish team, they're beautiful to watch, so beautiful.

A change is gonna come

My new layout is awesome. Cheryl made it for me because I'm a complete html noob. The pictures are three of my favourite things: my dog, the breakfast room at The Great John Street, Manchester, and a Parisian sunset. The colour scheme reminds me of the light brown coffee swirls in the foam of my latte every morning. My coffee dependency is getting worse, so I only thought it fitting that the life blood that is caffeine is also represented here. I think things should change with the weather, even if the recent passing of the summer solstice means we're on the way back to winter already. I've even developed a brand new obsession with accessories.

Otherwise, work's been pretty quiet. I'm on 'the beach' (oh, the irony). I usually update when I'm sitting around twirling my thumbs but after getting caught up in the entire first season of Greek on youtube, I've decided to start looking at how deep the water is for CFA level 2. I took up a whole hour of printing time this morning at the office, generating a queue of consultants who clearly had more value-adding printing purposes than mine, which was highly probably illegal anyway. Looks like part 2 is starting out well already.

We're almost thoroughly sick of football and our relationship is slightly strained, but you know that when Euro 2008 wraps up, we'll be huddled on the couch, flicking through the channels, waiting for a glimpse of a black and white football. Good thing there's Wimbledon to fill some of the gaping void, and then the Olympics, but that's on a weird timezone and I'll probably miss most of it anyway.

We're also moving really soon. Cheryl's nursing her beat up right foot from her beachfootball week in Zurich to get ready to trundle back and forth with our brand new platform sacktruck. Good thing she has a lot of friends to help this time around.

I'm really tired and I have to think of intelligent questions for tomorrow, so I think that's it for now.

Football and freedom

I sat the CFA level 1 exam yesterday with 5,000 other candidates, two pigeons, and a massive bumblebee. None of the wildlife actually completed either of the two 3 hour papers. The pigeons entertained themselves by running races down the aisles and swooping low over our heads, while the bumble bee fought free from the flourescent proctor's bib that an enthusiastic volunteer had thrown over it in a fit of panic. Oh right, and 5,000 candidates with varying degrees of preparation coughed, guessed, and shaded their way through 240 questions. Results are out in July.

Passion World Tour:London on Thursday was phenomenal. If you can make any of the other legs, go!

Manila :: Aug 1
Kuala Lumpur :: 3
Jakarta ::: Aug 5
Johannesburg ::: Aug 9
Cape Town ::: Aug 13
Mexico City :: Oct 3-4
Vancouver :: Oct 6
Seoul :: Oct 10-11
Tokyo :: Oct 13
Hong Kong :: Oct 16
Sydney :: Oct 21

Watching the David Crowder Band live is out of this world. We were sitting three or four rows from the front, next to the amps. We left with our ears ringing and Weng still struggles with deafness (although that was there before we went for the concert), but the love and light for Jesus was so powerfully renewed. I was buzzing the whole of Friday and well into Saturday.

Then Euro 2008 started and football, football, football for the next three weeks (and no more studying!) yay!