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First Week in Bisto
Mar. 7th, 2009 11:35 amI actually awoke at six o'clock this morning, without any alarm to help, which I will consider a good sign. However, it being Saturday, I turned around in bed, smiling slightly, and went to sleep again until nine. I'm now on my second cup of coffee and starting to consider breakfast (I just realized I have no eggs, so I might have to go out to get some if I want a full English, which sounds like a good idea right now. I'm also almost out of milk).
My plans for today include putting some loud, energetic music on and cleaning my flat, which has been sorely neglected over the past weeks, and then I think I'll just sit back, relax, watch a movie or read a book, and have a hot water bottle on my back which is twinging slightly from having all the exercise of box-lifting.
Speaking of exercise, Bishops Stortford is quite a bit hillier than London. Once I arrive at the station, my way leads me across the river Stort, up to the main street, past the office, and up up UP to an old church, across the churchyard, and down into an old coal cellar where the DX is. Of course, the way back is downhill, but this is doing my leg muscles good.
The new office is looking pretty good. Well, yes, it is still in a state of disarray and a far sight from the order we had in the old one, but at least BossLady and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
idahoswede are able to work - I believe so is JS, but since she took it upon herself to box up her active files on her own, I have no overview of where her part of the office is.
The network is still not 100% functioning - the computers are all talking to each other and the Internet, but to get things working, I took the shortcut of connecting two printers directly to their computers except for the faxprinterscanner, which is networked.
But it is a joy to have this huge office space just for the four of us, no people standing outside glass doors talking loudly on their mobile phones, no-one cooking stinky tuna in the kitchen, and with a variety of shops and eateries being right there.
In fact, and although of course the work is there and is being done and it IS work, at the moment the office feels much more like a private, even family-like space. BossLady is bringing her son in to work (and oh dear, I never knew a four month old child could be so cute... I actually managed to calm him down when he was crying, upset about his mommy's "no nonsense"-phone voice, and he rewarded me with a huge grin. I think my heart melted. It's also interesting to see that he reacted with wide eyes when I started talking to him in German - do children at four months already notice different language sounds?), and BossHusband has been around daily, working his proverbial butt off, fixing things, carrying things, being an invaluable help all around and a great and funny guy to boot.
JS is pretty calm and easygoing at the moment, which may be a result of her having a huge space of her own to work in without being in too close proximity to others, but for some reason, I find her jarring in this environment. She seems very artificial, if that is the word I am looking for, all surface and no substance.
I'm very much looking forward to moving to Bisto, not only because of the commute, but also because Bisto is nice town. Time flows differenty there, which I realized when I walked around at my usual London speed and having to avoid bumping into people. There is an air of friendliness, of people nodding at each other in greeting, chatting at tills, and not in the enforced way that you get here a lot. It all seems very honest. There are two bookshops in the immediate vicinity of our office, one of them a Waterstone's, a Marks & Spencer's right across the street, and a department store some way off. There's an Oxfam, where I already bought two books, both of them Jane Austen's. There is a library which I will need to investigate in the near future. I think I will like it there, and if I miss the hustle and bustle of a Big City, London is barely an hour away.
Right. It is now an hour since I started writing this entry, I have finished the mug of coffee and had some toast, it's pretty nice outside, and I think I'll go out to get some groceries.
My plans for today include putting some loud, energetic music on and cleaning my flat, which has been sorely neglected over the past weeks, and then I think I'll just sit back, relax, watch a movie or read a book, and have a hot water bottle on my back which is twinging slightly from having all the exercise of box-lifting.
Speaking of exercise, Bishops Stortford is quite a bit hillier than London. Once I arrive at the station, my way leads me across the river Stort, up to the main street, past the office, and up up UP to an old church, across the churchyard, and down into an old coal cellar where the DX is. Of course, the way back is downhill, but this is doing my leg muscles good.
The new office is looking pretty good. Well, yes, it is still in a state of disarray and a far sight from the order we had in the old one, but at least BossLady and
idahoswede are able to work - I believe so is JS, but since she took it upon herself to box up her active files on her own, I have no overview of where her part of the office is. The network is still not 100% functioning - the computers are all talking to each other and the Internet, but to get things working, I took the shortcut of connecting two printers directly to their computers except for the faxprinterscanner, which is networked.
But it is a joy to have this huge office space just for the four of us, no people standing outside glass doors talking loudly on their mobile phones, no-one cooking stinky tuna in the kitchen, and with a variety of shops and eateries being right there.
In fact, and although of course the work is there and is being done and it IS work, at the moment the office feels much more like a private, even family-like space. BossLady is bringing her son in to work (and oh dear, I never knew a four month old child could be so cute... I actually managed to calm him down when he was crying, upset about his mommy's "no nonsense"-phone voice, and he rewarded me with a huge grin. I think my heart melted. It's also interesting to see that he reacted with wide eyes when I started talking to him in German - do children at four months already notice different language sounds?), and BossHusband has been around daily, working his proverbial butt off, fixing things, carrying things, being an invaluable help all around and a great and funny guy to boot.
JS is pretty calm and easygoing at the moment, which may be a result of her having a huge space of her own to work in without being in too close proximity to others, but for some reason, I find her jarring in this environment. She seems very artificial, if that is the word I am looking for, all surface and no substance.
I'm very much looking forward to moving to Bisto, not only because of the commute, but also because Bisto is nice town. Time flows differenty there, which I realized when I walked around at my usual London speed and having to avoid bumping into people. There is an air of friendliness, of people nodding at each other in greeting, chatting at tills, and not in the enforced way that you get here a lot. It all seems very honest. There are two bookshops in the immediate vicinity of our office, one of them a Waterstone's, a Marks & Spencer's right across the street, and a department store some way off. There's an Oxfam, where I already bought two books, both of them Jane Austen's. There is a library which I will need to investigate in the near future. I think I will like it there, and if I miss the hustle and bustle of a Big City, London is barely an hour away.
Right. It is now an hour since I started writing this entry, I have finished the mug of coffee and had some toast, it's pretty nice outside, and I think I'll go out to get some groceries.
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