I want out. I’m over this whole training program, I’m over London, I’m over waking up each morning in that hotel bed, over catching that same over-crowded tube every morning, over this little niggly things that get to you when they build up some steam over time. I’m over the taste of the water, which is crap. I’m over the crap food. I’m over the old buildings. I’m over the lack of good options for lunch. Over autumn in October, over talking platitudes all the time, over the grey skies and tiny streets and the sheer quaintness of it all. ...

Snap review of Ministry of Sound: most eeeeeeeeeeeexcellent.

It’s been an exciting week here in London - the weather has turned ugly! Rain, wind, generic miserable London weather prevades, and pretty much all the other (i.e. non-IT) graduates are gone. *sigh* I wanna go home… how nice is it there? The beeaaaaaaach! The beach awaits! Something exciting really did happen last week, though, when my manager was on his annual trip to London. Y’see, one of the grads from NY supports the application I work on back in Sydney. What makes this at all exciting beyond the shared frustrations of two grads is that my company has a policy of mobility and rotations, with the prospect of international movement as well… very interesting. ...

It’s hard to believe I’ve been here a whole month - in the sense that time has flown, and in the sense that I’ve done so much it’s hard to believe it’s only been a month. Most of the other graduates are gone, having completed their much shorter training, so that leaves the IT grads here to get through the project as the weather goes steadily downhill. Paris first, though: The city was awesome, the wine was fine, the french women gorgeous, and the company was excellent, making it an all-round perfect weekend trip. The Eurostar is a smooth easy ride, and the lack of lead-time means that it’s as quick as catching a plane. For all the hype, Paris is initally a little “ordinary”, in that it looks much like any other European city. ...

Bounjour from fair Paris! I am typing on the craziest keyboard I’ve seen yet. The fullstop is a shift-key, the q is where a is and… migods, it’s hard to type. Apologies for the lack of updates; there hasn’t exactly been a wealth of bloggable stories to put up, and there’s only so many times I can say “went out with friends again in the heart of London,” etc etc. ...