Work update

So, apparently work has ended up being even more bizarre than I could have even imagined. It's exhausting, I have to stand there 10-6, with only a short break for lunch. My arms and hands hurt, and I have cramps in my chest from waving the bubble-sword around. Plus, my hands are so chapped I don't even know where to start, hand cream this isn't.

Other than that, it's actually one of the best jobs I've had for a long time.

I've got a nice tan from staying outside all the time, and it's a nice change from data collecting, where everyone hates you and you feel pretty bad for lying to all those people. Itstead, I stand on the pavement and blow bubbles for the general enjoyment of everyone. If they want to by our stuff, were there, if they don't, well, bubbles never hurt anyone.

Plus, there's the location. In case you don't know, Camden Lock is the home of the freaks, the outcasts and everything alternate. I fit in nicely. So far I've met a gothic lady with a ferret, several bands of hyperactive pirates, a some old friends turned otakus, an old teacher of mine, a nazi cyclist, tourist of every shape, size and culture (I spoke more French today than English), a seven year old goth kid, punks with hairstyles that defy both trend and gravity, policemen who come by on their beat to buy out toys for their kids, mad guys who leap out in front of cars and pretend to have been run over, senile Jesus-guys who march past with their placards comdemming us to hell, and basically enough colourful characters that I'm going to have to go back and edit this when I remember more.

Incidentally, the hyperactive pirates hyjacked our stall and held us up with out own bubble guns. I blew bubbles at them until they surrendered. The nazi cyclist got hit by one of my bubbles (that's fifty points) and threatened to get the police on us, but he was the one exception. Everyone else so far has been nice.

So, I am not only a bubble demonstrator, but also a traffic hazard. I should put up a warning sign. I am also apparently a tourist attraction, seeing as a load of people took pictures of me and my bubbles.

One thing with this job is that you have a lot of spare time. Luckily I can listen to my music while demonstrating, so it's not bad, still, you do start thinking odd things- odder than usual, I mean.
For example, I've already mentioned that there's this old preacher that rambles up and down the street shouting, now this guy is -to his own mind- a latter day prophet. Yet no-one wants to listen to him preach, prefering instead to ignore him and watch me blowing bubbles. Which suggest the question, what if there were bubble demonstrators at the time of Jesus Christ? Would everyone have ignored him in favour of watching the pretty bubbles?

I ran into so many old friends today, first I met Jenny, who I used to hand out with at school- despite the fact that she's six years younger than me- and her brother. We hung around debating completely random topics and generally having fun. Then I met Ms Murphey, an counciller at my old school, and finally I ran into Rowan, who I haven't seen for months.
My jaw hit the floor.
Roawn was one of the afor mentioned Otakus, and was dressed in a frilly maid's outfit. Now this is nothing new to Camden, where you see people dressed as pirates, vampires, Matrix-wannabes, punk rockers, wizards, whores and a quite number of nameless things. Unfortunately Rowan is fairly short, rather plump, and with a complete mane of frizzy hair, so she looked quite ridiculous.

(PS- If Rowan is reading this, firstly, congrats on getting a LJ! Secondly, I'm sorry about that, but it did look completely daft, and you were better off wearing your Rammstein outfit. But then I'm not an anime fan, so I'll never understand)

Plus, I got paid £70 for just one day's work (that's over a hundred euros, and $130). This totally kicks arse since it's cash in hand.

So, I'm being paid a ridiculous amount in order to blow bubbles, chat to random people, and get very tired indeed. Fair trade.

Work update

So, apparently work has ended up being even more bizarre than I could have even imagined. It's exhausting, I have to stand there 10-6, with only a short break for lunch. My arms and hands hurt, and I have cramps in my chest from waving the bubble-sword around. Plus, my hands are so chapped I don't even know where to start, hand cream this isn't.

Other than that, it's actually one of the best jobs I've had for a long time.

I've got a nice tan from staying outside all the time, and it's a nice change from data collecting, where everyone hates you and you feel pretty bad for lying to all those people. Itstead, I stand on the pavement and blow bubbles for the general enjoyment of everyone. If they want to by our stuff, were there, if they don't, well, bubbles never hurt anyone.

Plus, there's the location. In case you don't know, Camden Lock is the home of the freaks, the outcasts and everything alternate. I fit in nicely. So far I've met a gothic lady with a ferret, several bands of hyperactive pirates, a some old friends turned otakus, an old teacher of mine, a nazi cyclist, tourist of every shape, size and culture (I spoke more French today than English), a seven year old goth kid, punks with hairstyles that defy both trend and gravity, policemen who come by on their beat to buy out toys for their kids, mad guys who leap out in front of cars and pretend to have been run over, senile Jesus-guys who march past with their placards comdemming us to hell, and basically enough colourful characters that I'm going to have to go back and edit this when I remember more.

Incidentally, the hyperactive pirates hyjacked our stall and held us up with out own bubble guns. I blew bubbles at them until they surrendered. The nazi cyclist got hit by one of my bubbles (that's fifty points) and threatened to get the police on us, but he was the one exception. Everyone else so far has been nice.

So, I am not only a bubble demonstrator, but also a traffic hazard. I should put up a warning sign. I am also apparently a tourist attraction, seeing as a load of people took pictures of me and my bubbles.

One thing with this job is that you have a lot of spare time. Luckily I can listen to my music while demonstrating, so it's not bad, still, you do start thinking odd things- odder than usual, I mean.
For example, I've already mentioned that there's this old preacher that rambles up and down the street shouting, now this guy is -to his own mind- a latter day prophet. Yet no-one wants to listen to him preach, prefering instead to ignore him and watch me blowing bubbles. Which suggest the question, what if there were bubble demonstrators at the time of Jesus Christ? Would everyone have ignored him in favour of watching the pretty bubbles?

I ran into so many old friends today, first I met Jenny, who I used to hand out with at school- despite the fact that she's six years younger than me- and her brother. We hung around debating completely random topics and generally having fun. Then I met Ms Murphey, an counciller at my old school, and finally I ran into Rowan, who I haven't seen for months.
My jaw hit the floor.
Roawn was one of the afor mentioned Otakus, and was dressed in a frilly maid's outfit. Now this is nothing new to Camden, where you see people dressed as pirates, vampires, Matrix-wannabes, punk rockers, wizards, whores and a quite number of nameless things. Unfortunately Rowan is fairly short, rather plump, and with a complete mane of frizzy hair, so she looked quite ridiculous.

(PS- If Rowan is reading this, firstly, congrats on getting a LJ! Secondly, I'm sorry about that, but it did look completely daft, and you were better off wearing your Rammstein outfit. But then I'm not an anime fan, so I'll never understand)

Plus, I got paid £70 for just one day's work (that's over a hundred euros, and $130). This totally kicks arse since it's cash in hand.

So, I'm being paid a ridiculous amount in order to blow bubbles, chat to random people, and get very tired indeed. Fair trade.