banks and queue's

It's not a myth but English people love waiting in line. I have witnessed it first hand and it's astonishing! I can't believe this phenomenon happens. Here is where the adventer begins:

The bank:

The banks here as mentioned i think on a pervious blog the wierdest most backward thing i've ever seen. Soooo strange they are. To start things off all the counters in the banks are protected behind bullet proof glass. So before you do anything you have to get in line and wait there for-ever so this girl can ask you "how can i help you" and then you reply gingerly..

"bitch give me ma money outa my bank so i can gets me some new shoes."
and then she asks loads of questions that you nod and say no i don't have that cause i just moved here.. and then she writes on a peice of paper that you can get some money out of your own account and then you have to wait in line some more at the counter service and then they give you your money... argggggg

so i finnaly got my bank card (debit card). and the oddest thing ever.. they print your bank details down.. like your account number. Which i feel so wierd about.. aren't you supposed to hide that stuff?

Oh well.

Scally report: They never wear coats.. it's another odd thing here. No one brings an umbrealla or wears a coat when it's cold. i guess they are immune to it after scarfing down so many fries all day.. maybe they are just all drunk? maybe

Queues: I went to this lame beuty convention which was all false advertisemnt. they promised free pink champagne and lots of free things.. All i got was some shampoo samples.. rubbish (*i've been using this word a lot)
But when we came downstairs. there was this monster line so everyone just got behind them and waited.. then i asked what are we waiting for? and nobody knew. so wierd so wierd. that happens a lot here. if there is a line then people will just get behind it.

i'm going to open a poop store and see if people line. i bet they will .and once they get up front they will think.. wow i waited in line for some poop. and then they will understand they waiting in line is stupid and that they should get the indian mentality in their heads and push threw.. YAH!

Manky

Sorry i haven't written in a while. My manky experiances were not that exciting to write about. But i will say. Manchester, england in general is really crappy when it comes to good resturants. I was so spoiled with good food in philly! Also a lot of scallys* come out at night. They are so scary. Also i would like to point out that the fashion sense of this place is just like resturants no where to be found. So i was eating dinner at this place, and all of a sudden a group of 40 something scary women is tube tops came out. It was such a scary sight. These womean had saggy boobs, there was a 70 year old in the crowd, they all had skankalicious clothes on, and drinking and burping like men. The north is soo different compared to london. There are way more skanky people here. More than philly. SHOCKING!.. all those jersey trash have nothing. nothing!

Anyway all this week has been the food festivel, and food was soooo not cool. I really don't like indian food unless my mom or family makes it. Anyway i bought some at a tent and got some indian byriani and it was soo wrong, it was tasteless and the rice was all dried up.. blech!

so that didn't go so well. Also to note i've realized that english people love getting into queue*.
They love that crap. When you see a line, you'll loads of english people. It doesn't matter what they are waiting for but they'll be in line. So i was wandering around and saw loads of people in line for some food. It was like a sausage sandwich x 4. It was ginormous!
If anywhere a if a philly cheese steak store opened up here then they would be in business. englsih people really like hot meat between some buns! with extra spicy sauce!!! HINT HINT BIG braaather.

so on the bottom i've written some translations per requested
SCALLY: (i got this from an urban dictinary cause it was perfect)
A scally is a low life loser who lacks the basic education to string together sentences of more than five words. This prevents them from taking up the only job they are qualified for as they cannot say "Do you want fries with that ?"
To make up for their shortcomings they wear a uniform of fake designer gear and hang around on the streets looking for stuff to rob. The ultimate outfit is anything by LaCoste "Cos its kewl laaa". They normally only own one tracky and their single mothers dont know how to clean it so they are a bit grimy and they stink.
Once a person has succumbed to scallydom there is no saving them and they are doomed to spend the rest of their lives hanging round street corners with other losers drinking cheap cider and 25 lager.
To rebel against their sad lot in life scallies actually create a perverse sense of pride in belonging to the group and attempt to 'out scally, the other members to gain approval.

Queue: a long line
Sclapel: X-acto knife
Puncher: flat tire
Auto Que: Teleprompter
and they say creme instead of cream... wierdos

Toilets

I love the toilets at work.. In the UK the toilets are awesome cause they go all the way down.. So it's like your in your own little room. Not like stalls. So you don't have to listen to the next person fart and have exploding diarrhea. They can do it in the comfort of their own cube.

BRILLIANT!

Brick Lane

Went down to London to see the London office. I really liked the location. It was in a nice design district, with lots of trendy stores and little markets. Its a place called isslington. It was a nice side of London that I've never seen. So took the train down, got into the hotel, and then went on our way to see the new office. It was a large studio with 35 people. The company I work at has a sister company in London, that is also attached with a architect company. The company that I work at is geared with design that involves more than just just architecture.

So after a speech the champagne rolled out and so did beers...ooooo.
We all had some talks in the office and then moved out to the bars. The area is very close to Brick Lane, which is the Bengali district in London. It's amazing, there are a million curry houses. All the street signs are written in Bengali. It was like I was in a modern Kolkata, really made me happy.

I went into a chip shop and had a talk with the owner.. It was really amusing because he was speaking English with a hard English accent.. It was so funny.

had a great night! I went to some really fun clubs, where I met this Korean girl straight out of a Japanese movie.. She was dressed really cool. Her BF was even dressed cooler. Left that joint and ventured into the world of London dancing. It was so much fun. The only bad thing was that my feet were killing me and I had to be barefoot.

Starting to have a great time here. The weather has been great too. Really mild and nice at night.

Looking forward to the weekend

Rain and white people music

It's so bizarre how music segregates people. I went to a concert last night with a work friend and her BF, and their friends. So I was with a motley crowd of 30-something/20 something's. It was pretty interesting. the first person to come up was really good, he had lots of energy. Then the main guy came out and thats when things got interesting. It was so funny. All these guys had their eyes closed and they were swaying. It was quite a scene, i was half expecting them to fall over. So being the shirley that i am, i started to make jokes and got nasty glares and sh's... Ooo it was soo annoying. Then i played the lets find another dark person in the club, when it struck me that i was the only one! Later 2 more indian people appeared, and i truly believed they came with no choice, like me. I'm not a big fan of acoustic guitar.. especially when there is no band to play with him.. it was soooooo uber boring.

Don't get me wrong i like that kind of music, but usually when i'm sitting down on the deck talking to my good friends about tv shows and movies we've seen.. definitely not a place to go see live.. but thats just me.

I am still having a lot of trouble sleeping. i went to bed around 11 and then woke up an hour later and not being able to fall asleep till 3:00. I red some weird comic books that freaked me out cause it was called the sandman and it was all about dream things..... spooked me out.

i forced myself to close my eyes.. and then i got sad again.. i'm giving it time. That book didn't help either.

It's really pissing down raining here tonight. It's really really wet. I can't believe some people out there do not have umbrellas, there all in suits and it's pouring on them... id-jots!

going down to london today for work.. going to a fun party afterwards for some send offs for the london office.. i'll write when i come back..


ta-ta

Noise is a hard thing to sleep in

I HATE TRAINS. I HATE THEM ESPESICALLY WHEN THEY ARE RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR BED.

Oh such pain, such pain.
Most nights i have to sleep through freight trains passing by 24/7, but last night was a special treat. There was some awesome construction going on, which emitted sounds that would probably stun a baby. It was awful. I don't understand why they have to do it in such a un-godly hour. I didn't have any cotton so i had to take apart 3 q-tips and peel the cotton of, somehow make them into a ball and stuff my ears with them. it was so hard to stay asleep.

Other than my terrible sleeping patters, i have officially become depressed. I was really doing bad last night when i got back from work. I was totally missing my friends and family. I was especially missing my mom's ridiculously funny laugh. This is what i get for making drastic decisions. I was so fed up with being in my apt, which has no TV, that I went out on my own to a bar near me. It's a nice Independent Film Cinema/bar/restuarant. It was nice and there was a large selection of draft beer. So I boldly went in, ordered one and had a seat. I started talking to the girls who worked there.. being an idiot and asking if they wanted to be my friend... YAH!

one even asked me to come to her house party... oooooooo.
but i ended up having some nice conversation with the bouncer guy who also worked a music hall, he mentioned that Gwen Steffani is very nice and so is Kylie Monouge. I agreed i thought if i met them they would be nice.

after that i went home, tried to sleep, and thats when hell started.. mentioned above.

Manchester and all its goodies

My apt is nice and near everything.. the only problem is the trains that pass by.. i can't keep my window open cause of the noise.. but i like my flat. it's got a balcony and really nice sun comes in. I'm near all the primary things: food, movies, china town!

i'm so happy i'm near the chinatown cause i do love my asian food. there are loads of bars and chinese food places. My company is right in center of town so it's fabooo. near all the shops and central to every and all things. i can't wait to get started on working. i'm pretty excited!

i can't wait to have all you come visit me!


also suprising.. there is more sun here than usual.. i knew i should have brought more sandals!