I've just seen the fourth "please return my power pack" email go out to all London staff in as many days. It's anarchy, I tell you. Times are desperate when you have to remember to unplug the adapter and lock it away. I wonder who started the chain - look at all the victims! We've also taken to hoarding those spiral bound notebooks. As part of the cost cutting regime, office services are refusing to restock. Word on the street is that you can get one if you know the right people.
Our gym and swimming pool look amazing - much better than I initially thought, so I think a one-off payment of £40 is great value. I promise to start exercising already. In my head, I've got an hour's long run-cycle-swim thing, but we'll see what materializes, probably just some splashing and then more eating. I'm ever the optimist.
My sister has kindly gotten me my Christmas party dress already, and only RM80, which is like £0. No lah, but definitely way less than what I'd have had to pay if I'd got it here, and it's pretty. Nothing is better than finding an amazing dress for very little money.
Weng is crushing heavily on his accounting tutor who apparently looks like Kelly Brook, which does very little for my self-esteem as I am starting to look like the Pilsbury dough boy's Asian sister, char siew pau girl. He has also studied the length of her necklace very closely, started explaining his observations, and then struggled to talk his way out. Needless to say, he remains at the far end of my dining table/couch/imaginary stick.
I almost bought the CFA level 2 study notes today. Almost. I'm in a firm full of masochists as I am not the only one talking about it already. I feel incomplete without having an exam to study for, but that'll be another £200ish that I won't see for at least a year, or potentially longer.
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