The past two days at work have been pretty similar. Not enough meat for a story and no new ideas. I’m sure that computers steal all of your imagination and eat away at your brain. I feel motivated and keen on my way into work and then after about two hours I have lost all will to live. I just start not to care and that is a slippery slope. I know it’s more because I’m not busy and spending hours trying to come up with new ideas is mind numbing and depressing. I have to fight hard not to just revert to doing as little as I can get away with; years of doing that at school, college and university have left me an expert hand in doing the minimum and bull shitting the rest. I must ignore the devil on my shoulder....as I know too well, going nothing breeds a desire to do nothing. Hopefully something will present itself...now....right now....
Two things that I forgot to say about my trip. Firstly, the actors in the play pronounced Milan as ‘Mill--un’ which I thought was funny, in a culturally snobbish sort of way.
And secondly, I missed the excitement that you would get if you did a road trip through probably any country in Europe (UK excluded) of finding amazing places to eat and the further afield you went the more delicious the food. This does not seem to apply here; no local cheeses or meats, even the fruit and veg, which in terms of weather should be delicious, are somewhat lacking. Exempting the nectarines and peaches which are ridiculously sweet. Nothing ever feels really fresh. I suppose this juxtaposes a lot with my trip last year through Macedonia and Albania where every meal was an absolute treat. Even if you were eating another tomato and cucumber salad, each one was amazing. That was probably the best culinary trip I’ve ever been on. The irony that the poorer the country, the more likely the food has come from someone’s back garden, and therefore tastes 100 times better. There is less variety but you get quality over quantity. I haven’t had any gastronomical eureka moments yet; I just dream of Italian cheeses and French food markets.
Apart from the chocolate covered pretzels of course. I haven't been back to the shop yet to see if they have restocked.
Things that I have learnt from the other interns; it is normal for university students to share rooms. One girl shares with two other girls. Horrible. And to go to a non-state uni cost approx $45,000 a year. And we think £9k is expensive.
Yoga again on Tuesday night. Trying to rebalance my energies, om....
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