This is actually day 8 of my first "official" job, and I have to say so far I'm really quite enjoying it, and I know that this statement, considering it's an office job, means I'm commiting some kind of Bohemien high treason, but there it is. I am enjoying my first 9-5 office job like I never thought I could.
And I think anyone who has a great interest in economics like myself would be enjoying it. My job is to research South America: I have to create profiles on individual South American logistics companies, and to produce a nice long report on the South American logistics by the end of the two months. In other words, far more responsibility then any other second year economics student could ever dream.
Living in Wiltshire in my Uncle's huge house has also been a cosier arrangement then expected, mainly due to the inexhaustible flows of alcohol that exist there. And if you have large, free and steady supply of alcohol in the house, then does anything else really matter? Certainly makes country life a little less dull anyway. After two years of being converted to the buzz of city, I'm having to readapt to country pursuits. In that cause, I spent Saturday horse riding and Sunday cycling, and am now totally sore.
Actually, the worst thing about office work is that you spend 8 hours sitting with your backside on a chair, which is absoloutly destroying for your fitness. Thus, after the first week, myself and the "girl with the desk next to mine" are decding to set an example to the 21st century by cycling to work. After two months of a daily 5 mile cycle I'll be entering (a heavily abridged version of) the Tour de France!
Seriously, you have no idea of the conviction it takes to be both simultaneously a drinker and a fitness freak. It means you consume alot of bananas for their joint propeties of being a source of energy and for curing hangovers. Anyway, I don't think I can be classed as a "drinker", more just a "heavy social drinker". For instance, Tuesday evening was spent hanging out with a French girl (who alas does not like Hugo). Obviously, on such an occasion red wine, must be consumed in copious amounts!
It's 7am on a Wednesday, I'm just a little hungover from the night before and I've got in front of me 9 till 5 of looking at a statistics report on the Mexican economy in Spanish: Yes, people I'm working!