Working in a big city....

Last week while i was in the hostel where we were staying i got a call from a temp agency asking me if i could make an interview for that afternoon. I quickly got into gear to get ready and headed for the tube following the directions that i had been given in the txt message. In some back alley in london i found the place and headed up not really knowing what to expect. After filling out some forms i had an interview/discussion with a nice lady regarding a job at a place called Fortnum and Masons. She described it as a really posh upmarket place where all the 'richies' went shopping, wearing suits, top hats etc. She told me she was waiting for a phone call to get more details about the position but it seemed they needed staff immediately so i was told that id be contacted soon. All was going well so far.

The next day i was at a bit of a lossreally know what to do as Matt had gone to work and i had checked out most of the stuff in the area i.e parks, museums etc. After meandering in the park for a while i got the call i had been semi expecting with the information i was to start tommorow! After pondering on it for a while i headed off to buy some clothes in Oxford street. I thought i had better look the part if what i had been told was true. I ended up buying a cheap pair of shoes, socks and a shirt.

Friday was abit crazy for me to say the least. I got up early in Euston (north London) and headed towards picadilly only to find when i got there that the station was closed. I promptly got out of the station and tried get my bearings. There was police tape all along Leicester square which i thought was abit odd, by this time i was wishing i had allowed more time. After consulting my trusty A to Z i eventually found the street i was after and made my way up the six floors to the HR department. It turned out i wasnt the only one late as i waited for nearly twenty minutes before being told what i would be doing for the day. Due to the lack of staff i was placed in the food hall in the hands of an Italian, the man responsible for the cheese. His name was Marco and he was very friendly. The following few days i worked with the ham's and salami's with a man called pieter who is from Poland. He has a very thick accent but again hes quite friendly and happy to help me out when im unsure about something. Working with such nice food has been the best part of the job, having tried some joselito off the bone. Its a spanish ham that comes from a semi wild pig that feeds mostly on acorns. Very tasty but also extremely $$$ at 15 pounds per 100g or you can buy the whole leg for a cool $3000 AUD. The worst part about the job is the often boring intervals of time when there are no customers and seemingly nothing to do other then wait...and also the slight inconvenience of having to walk up 8 flights of stairs to get to my break, sign in for the day etc. The job was meant to only be for two weeks but hopefully that gets extended abit longer so i don't have to find another job in a hurry as this one pays pretty well and is quite good on the whole:) Ive got tomorrow off work, yay! Ill have to write next time about the tour de france prologue that went through the streets of London last Saturday. Till then, Bye!