Video Killed the Radio Star

Day one:

So I really felt out of place today at work. It was my first day, so I guess it is normal. They really have nothing specific for me to do. they have a varity of things that I can do, but nothing that is ready now. At first it sounded like I would be making this poster. That was cool I thought, but soon I found myself nose deep in some tax stuff. The company suggest to its clients that they give their employees incentives to help their productivity. Well my job today was to find out what is legal to give tax free and what is not. It turns out to be a huge issue because not all European countries are the same. Now I have a meeting set up next week with the team that is tackling this issue. I know nothing about US taxes how the hell am I to undersatnd British and European taxes? Where is H&R Block when you need them?

All the people seemed fairly young. The only real issue would be to actually talk to them. They all looked so happy in their own little clicks, I didn't want to bother them. So I sat there and read the same report over and over till my higher power got me and brought me to lunch. I hope it will get better, I mean it should. Right? Maybe tomorrow I will say Hi to the man that sits next to me. He didn't look as if he'd bite.

I have the greatest urge to call the cat that lives here Crookshanks. Her name is Flora. I think it is Harry Potter's influence.

I have about a 20 min walk in order for me to get to work. It is not that bad there, it's all down hill. But when you live on a street named Ridgeway, the travel home is a bit more difficult. Needless to say I should have one sculpted ass by the time I leave here.

I walked along the High street in Marlow on Sunday. Damn Starbucks has even attacked the small British towns. It was almost a relief thought, because now on my lunch breaks I can walk into town and look up pointless internet stuff for 40 min before walking back to work. I mean one day I might talk to the other kids at work. But for now any time out of a place where I feel extremely unwanted is good.

I checked my US voicemail today and some guy had left me a message about working for an international direct marketing firm. I called him back because I would be rude if I hadn't and I think that I have a job when I get home. That is pretty sweet. I still have no idea as to where or how he got my number, but I am still happy that he did.

The cat is just staring at me. It is rather creepy. She may attack me.

Dahlia is going to be in London in a few weeks, so if the idea of me making friends to hang out with fails, at least I will have one good weekend before I go.

Creepy noises are now coming from the cat. I think that I am going to peace out of this mo.

See you on the flip side.