On Friday I was ordering corrugated steel that will be used for wall cladding in a plant room. I did my research, called the appropriate manufacturers, and then reconvened with Rob and Liz (the director and project manager) to give them the results. "This company has corrugated aluminum," I told them, thinking nothing about my pronunciation. "Excuse me, aluminum?" Rob said, grinning. "Don't you mean aluminium?" (spoken al-you-min-ee-um). A long debate followed about which pronunciation was correct. He argued that theirs was clearly correct since there is an i between the n and u, causing the extra syllable. I was sure that our spelling did not include the extra i, making my pronunciation correct, which I was able to prove thanks to dictionary.com. I knew that third grade spelling bee championship would pay off at some time. There are several differences between our englishes...such as when I mention anything about a bathroom and they tell me that there isn't one in the office, there is however a toilet. Or the constant jokes that are made about my first week when I was sent to the store to buy biscuits and I returned with crackers, sure that I had side-stepped having to ask exactly what biscuits are....of course they meant cookies. Or my favorite, Sara, the American who's job I took over told me of her first day when one of the guys leaned over to her and asked for a rubber. Her face turned red, and she thought over the possible answers that she could give to this question, until finally, noticing the confusion on her face, he said, "you know, an eraser?" Whoever said that we speak the same language, obviously had no idea what they were talking about.
This weekend was one of the truly great weekends in London. The sun was actually shining for three days straight, and you would have thought that the entire city was on holiday. Everyone was outside enjoying the weather. Ross and I chose to celebrate by walking down to Portobello Road and buying some fresh veggies and bread at the market. Saturday night we cooked dinner for my flat-mate Morgan. It was a truly exceptional meal, even Sean and Julie would have been impressed. Well, maybe not Sean and Julie, but defenitely my mom; at least for cooking a meal without calling to ask her a question about it, if not for the food itself. Sunday we went to the Design Museum, an entire museum dedicated to the things we love. It was pretty great.
Monday, January 23, 2006
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
plotting
I'm sitting at work right now waiting for the drawings to plot that I need to send out to the engineers and contractors for Heat's big job right now. Waiting for prints is mindless for sure, but it allows me some time to update my blog, so I can't complain. I also can't complain because my waiting for drawings to print means that I've actually been doing some drawing while at work, which is a wonderful change. I was beginning to feel like I would explode if I had to make one more excel spreadsheet. However, after a six month break from designing anything, the glasses have come back out and I'm a CAD nerd once again. It's been an interesting transition getting used to this part of my job. Not only have I had to learn a completely new drafting program, but I have to learn to draw in milimeters. I usually sit with one window open of my drawing and another window of a website that converts measurements between milimeters and inches. Tonight one of the main contractors that we work with is taking our office out to dinner, sort of a belated holiday party. He is Indian and is taking us all to his local social club for a traditional Indian dinner. It should be interesting.
January in London is dark and grey. From my desk at work I have a perfect view of the dome of St. Paul's Cathedral, except in January when there is so much fog that you can barely see down the block. I think it was a combination of the weather and my emotional exhaustion of being around people all the time that drove Ross and I to get out of London this last weekend. We really wanted to go to Paris, but it was last-minute and was going to cost too much. So, we decided to go to Oxford and the Cotswolds. We didn't spend much time in Oxford, because I had already been there and it was raining. We did go to Christ Church to see the Harry Potter sights, and had lunch at the pub where C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien spent their days. Saturday night we went stayed in a little b&b in Moreton-in-Marsh, the most accessible of the Cotswolds.
The Cotswolds are a cluster of little towns that are very quintessentially English. They all have funny names like Stow-in-the-Wold. There is a bus service that runs between the towns, except on Sunday when there is no transportation whatsoever. Somehow we didn't get that memo, and of course were planning of visiting all the towns on Sunday. So, following advice from the woman who owned the b&b we took a train one stop to Evesham. From Evesham she said that we could catch a bus to Stratford-upon-Avon, or enjoy walking around Evesham because it's a nice place to visit. Well, Evesham didn't exactly live up to its reputation. There were no busses or trains running out of the town for 2 hours, and it was not a nice place to walk around. We felt like we were in a back-country hick town...and in England that's really hard to find. We found a little cafe to kill some time in and drink tea. When we walked in it felt like one of those scenes in a movie when the music screeches to a stop and everyone stops what they're doing to look at the crazy hippie kids who just walked in. Overall, Evesham was a humuorous experience, but we were glad when the train finally rolled back into town. Luckily that train was headed for London Paddington, which would have been perfectly convenient if the trains were running properly out of Oxford. When we arrived in Oxford we had to get off the train and onto a replacement bus service to Didcot, where we boarded another train for London. Finally we made it back home; I was amazed at how exhausted I was from just waiting for trains all day. Despite the frustrations it was good to get out of the city, and both of our black lungs felt much better after taking a break from bus exhaust and city air for a couple days.
January in London is dark and grey. From my desk at work I have a perfect view of the dome of St. Paul's Cathedral, except in January when there is so much fog that you can barely see down the block. I think it was a combination of the weather and my emotional exhaustion of being around people all the time that drove Ross and I to get out of London this last weekend. We really wanted to go to Paris, but it was last-minute and was going to cost too much. So, we decided to go to Oxford and the Cotswolds. We didn't spend much time in Oxford, because I had already been there and it was raining. We did go to Christ Church to see the Harry Potter sights, and had lunch at the pub where C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien spent their days. Saturday night we went stayed in a little b&b in Moreton-in-Marsh, the most accessible of the Cotswolds.
The Cotswolds are a cluster of little towns that are very quintessentially English. They all have funny names like Stow-in-the-Wold. There is a bus service that runs between the towns, except on Sunday when there is no transportation whatsoever. Somehow we didn't get that memo, and of course were planning of visiting all the towns on Sunday. So, following advice from the woman who owned the b&b we took a train one stop to Evesham. From Evesham she said that we could catch a bus to Stratford-upon-Avon, or enjoy walking around Evesham because it's a nice place to visit. Well, Evesham didn't exactly live up to its reputation. There were no busses or trains running out of the town for 2 hours, and it was not a nice place to walk around. We felt like we were in a back-country hick town...and in England that's really hard to find. We found a little cafe to kill some time in and drink tea. When we walked in it felt like one of those scenes in a movie when the music screeches to a stop and everyone stops what they're doing to look at the crazy hippie kids who just walked in. Overall, Evesham was a humuorous experience, but we were glad when the train finally rolled back into town. Luckily that train was headed for London Paddington, which would have been perfectly convenient if the trains were running properly out of Oxford. When we arrived in Oxford we had to get off the train and onto a replacement bus service to Didcot, where we boarded another train for London. Finally we made it back home; I was amazed at how exhausted I was from just waiting for trains all day. Despite the frustrations it was good to get out of the city, and both of our black lungs felt much better after taking a break from bus exhaust and city air for a couple days.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
malfunction
To start out, I'll apologize for the lack posts lately. There's been a tragedy. My computer is sick. I don't know what has happened, but he is not doing well. We think that the extra power that is pumped through the electrical system here might have fried him. That, and the fact that the internet at my flat has been down for over a week now, makes for a shortage of blogs. Besides that, life has been really good. Last weekend, and basically the entire week before that was consumed with flat-searching for Ross. He finally found one on Sunday which is a huge relief. And, it's only a five minute walk from my flat which makes me very happy. And to add to the excitement I just got a text from him saying that he has a job! So, things are looking up. This week has felt much more normal, settling back into work and life in London after the holiday. We spent Monday night at a pub with Andy and Trace, which was a much needed time to spend with good friends. The real excitement of the week was getting my mom's christmas package in the mail.....it only took 6 weeks! I'll post pictures of the beat-up box when I get a chance, it's pretty hilarious. I have to run to meet Ross for lunch....there are advantages to him being unemployed!
Monday, January 02, 2006
Christmas, and beyond....
Merry Christmas everyone! I'm sorry I've been really bad about blogging lately, so hold on tight, because here is the huge update.
Christmas in London was fun, though I must admit I was kind of killing time until Ross arrived on Boxing Day. Public transportation in London is shut down on Christmas day, so I went over to a flat where some other Bunac girls live on Christmas Eve, and we had big slumber party for a couple nights. There were about nine of us who were braving our first holiday away from home. We went to St. Paul's Cathedral for midnight mass on Christmas Eve, which was amazing. The setting was beautiful, and was an incredible experience. At the end of the service they opened the huge doors at the end of the cathedral and the London fog kind of drifted in with the moonlight. Christmas Day was spent at the International Student's House where they put on a lunch and afternoon festivities. We had a three course meal, watched the Queen's address to the nation on tv, took a walk through Regent's Park, and then afternoon tea and cakes. It wasn't quite the same as being at home, but I survived with no problem.
Boxing Day brought my real Christmas present when I looked out my window and saw Ross walking down my street. Unfortunately he missed my flat and I had to run after him, chasing him down the street. It made for quite the Hollywood moment though, so I didn't mind. We spent two days here in London, but the city was still pretty shut down because of Christmas, so there wasn't much that we could do. I did wake up to snow one morning, which was an amazing surprise in this snowless land! Ross was less than impressed, considering he had just left Colorado. It didn't take him long to become a Londoner, especially once he bought a wool coat and I did a little work with my scissors on that mop of hair!
On Wednesday we headed out to the country on a little jaunt around England and South Wales. Our first stop was Salisbury where we saw the Salisbury Cathedral, the biggest church spire in England. On Thursday we went to Stonehenge, which was very exciting for both of us since we've learned so much about it in all of our art history classes. The problem is, we're both really cheap, and the view of Stonehenge was just as good from behind the fence as it is inside the fence, so we kind of just huddled outside the barrier and took pictures from there. It was pretty humorous actually. Stonehenge is located out in the middle of nowhere in the cold English countryside, and after 30 minutes we were frozen to the bone and were ready to leave. That afternoon we made our way to Bath. Bath is known for its Roman Baths, built on the only working hot springs in England. The town is very European feeling, it has a fun Italian vibe, which is unusual for the typical half-timber English towns. On Friday we headed to Cardiff, Wales. Cardiff is a city just across the bay from England, and the capital of Wales. Ross and I loved Cardiff. The people were really friendly, and many still speak Welsh with each other. There is a really fun port and a cute main street. It had a bit of San Francisco feel. We loved it so much, in fact, that we thought about just packing up and moving there, but there are no design jobs....so after a night in Cardiff we made our way back to London.
For New Year's Eve, we went down to the River Thames and gathered with the rest of London to watch the fireworks display over the river. The tube was supposedly running all night and free, but because of a worker's strike, about half of the stations were shut down, thus requiring about an hour walk down the river in the middle of the night.
It's back to work for me tomorrow, and Ross has to get serious about settling in here now....finding a flat and job, you know, just a few little tasks. I hope that updates everyone on my life a little bit. I miss you all and hope you enjoyed your holidays!
Christmas in London was fun, though I must admit I was kind of killing time until Ross arrived on Boxing Day. Public transportation in London is shut down on Christmas day, so I went over to a flat where some other Bunac girls live on Christmas Eve, and we had big slumber party for a couple nights. There were about nine of us who were braving our first holiday away from home. We went to St. Paul's Cathedral for midnight mass on Christmas Eve, which was amazing. The setting was beautiful, and was an incredible experience. At the end of the service they opened the huge doors at the end of the cathedral and the London fog kind of drifted in with the moonlight. Christmas Day was spent at the International Student's House where they put on a lunch and afternoon festivities. We had a three course meal, watched the Queen's address to the nation on tv, took a walk through Regent's Park, and then afternoon tea and cakes. It wasn't quite the same as being at home, but I survived with no problem.
Boxing Day brought my real Christmas present when I looked out my window and saw Ross walking down my street. Unfortunately he missed my flat and I had to run after him, chasing him down the street. It made for quite the Hollywood moment though, so I didn't mind. We spent two days here in London, but the city was still pretty shut down because of Christmas, so there wasn't much that we could do. I did wake up to snow one morning, which was an amazing surprise in this snowless land! Ross was less than impressed, considering he had just left Colorado. It didn't take him long to become a Londoner, especially once he bought a wool coat and I did a little work with my scissors on that mop of hair!
On Wednesday we headed out to the country on a little jaunt around England and South Wales. Our first stop was Salisbury where we saw the Salisbury Cathedral, the biggest church spire in England. On Thursday we went to Stonehenge, which was very exciting for both of us since we've learned so much about it in all of our art history classes. The problem is, we're both really cheap, and the view of Stonehenge was just as good from behind the fence as it is inside the fence, so we kind of just huddled outside the barrier and took pictures from there. It was pretty humorous actually. Stonehenge is located out in the middle of nowhere in the cold English countryside, and after 30 minutes we were frozen to the bone and were ready to leave. That afternoon we made our way to Bath. Bath is known for its Roman Baths, built on the only working hot springs in England. The town is very European feeling, it has a fun Italian vibe, which is unusual for the typical half-timber English towns. On Friday we headed to Cardiff, Wales. Cardiff is a city just across the bay from England, and the capital of Wales. Ross and I loved Cardiff. The people were really friendly, and many still speak Welsh with each other. There is a really fun port and a cute main street. It had a bit of San Francisco feel. We loved it so much, in fact, that we thought about just packing up and moving there, but there are no design jobs....so after a night in Cardiff we made our way back to London.
For New Year's Eve, we went down to the River Thames and gathered with the rest of London to watch the fireworks display over the river. The tube was supposedly running all night and free, but because of a worker's strike, about half of the stations were shut down, thus requiring about an hour walk down the river in the middle of the night.
It's back to work for me tomorrow, and Ross has to get serious about settling in here now....finding a flat and job, you know, just a few little tasks. I hope that updates everyone on my life a little bit. I miss you all and hope you enjoyed your holidays!
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