It's very rare these days as a working girl that you find yourself
with a day to yourself, or a day to sleep in my case. I can openly admit that
my job is just about the most Mickey Mouse job in existence. I talk to people
and book their holidays for them. Aside from the numerous pitfalls in our
system which loses us millions of $$$ a year, the site is fairly easy to
navigate and you just need to know when to let a sale go and to be tactical
enough to keep their custom in the long-term.
Anyway, as you can see up until recently
my life was my job which is why even now after 10 days off I still can't fully
seem to switch off from it.
But after having this little break it has
but my life into perspective, I took my boyfriend down to London for his 21st
and we set about doing all the touristy things. We visited the London Eye,
Tower London, HMS Belfast and Tower Bridge. Then we ventured north-wards and
spent a day gawping at Piranhas and squealing at the Meerkats of whom graced us
in the Zoo of Londinia.
Aside from this is did a few of the
non-conventional touristy things, we sat down at the Camden Lock with a very
good friend of mine and her boyfriend and over a 6-pack of beers, talked of all
things London & Life related. I also had my first and only balloon and
still wonder why these things are so popular? Along with poppers, another
'legal highs' I cannot seem to get my head around.
From there we went a little upmarket to
Southbank with my oldest friend and a few friendly faces from days gone by and hastily
sipped on our £1 cocktails from Browns as fast as possible as we needed to
catch a train down to Exeter. The cocktails won and we missed our train, so we
had to settle with the far less luxurious option of the 'MegaBus'. It got us
home, albeit at 4 in the morning, but we got there.
After showing my beloved man my beloved
city, he told me that he would never live there and it saddened me to think
that our time together now would have an expiry date. However after our week
away, he changed his mind. I love that about London, there are so many sides to
it and although it may have a cold exterior to it, the people, and the places
that you would never think to visit, are those which make it home. To
everybody.
After arriving back in Manchester, I
automatically received the 'back to work blues' with a huge dollop of lethargy
due to the lack of relaxation involved in our 'holiday'. However, after doing
only 2 shifts this week and having time to really assess my life (and wash
about 2 months’ worth of clothes) I really feel; for the first time since
before I left university. Real peace.
I suppose this is why it is compulsory to
have a minimum 28 days holiday a year...
And isn't that just fabulous?
