in the deep end

so i get to the new job in london and its fookin 'ectic. 'ectic indeed. i have been babbled at for three hours solid, told in three words abouth the lunch arrangements(the sandwich shop) and read a few hundred pages of product docs. i have been given work by three or four different people, some of whom i haven't met yet, and i haven't even signed a contract.

i got on the 1806 to foxton and sure as nuts it goes straight to welwyn garden city instead of my stop. After spending a fiver for lunch, for which i had to stand in the rain for ten minutes, nearly being caught twice by conductors for not having a ticket to get as far as wgc, and spending two and a half hours on the train with two million other people, i remember why it is i don't like london...