Day 3 of 12-hour days...

By the end of the day today I will have worked 36 hours this week. Blah.

R (the boss at other job) called me last night, mainly to joke about how much she was making me work this week. I don't actually mind it, because it's good cash. But she also offered me some extra passes she had to to the movie "Bucket List" with Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson. Looks like a good movie, and am looking forward to going.

I've been very productive at office-job today. I have turned on the phones by 10:00 a.m. (supposed to do it at 8:00 a.m., but yesterday we didn't turn them on at all... oops) and have pretty much done everything I need to do today.

You know, this job would be perfect if I didn't have to answer the phones. Heh.

I don't really want to have lunch with S today... I feel bad since I never see her, but I don't really like going out with all her friends. There's been distance between us recently and I just don't really enjoy spending time with her. Not sure what that's all about...

I'm going to e-mail a bunch of my proffesors today and see if they have any contacts for a job opportunity in London. Idealy, i'd love to make around £12 an hour, therefore being able to rent my own space (not share with someone) and therefore be able to have visitors. I'd also love to work at my own pace, doing research or something, so that if I wanted a day off, I just took it. Either that or worked only 3 or 4 days a week - even if it means 3 - 12 hour days or 4 - 10 hour days.

Come to think of that, I'm going to do that now.