Hotel life

Two weeks into the training course before I take up my new position at work and I still can’t believe this is really happening.

I always thought it must be really cool to be one of those executives that stay at hotels paid by their company, and going down to the hotel bar for a drink in the evening. (I just got an image in my head of the movie Up in the Air) And for now I’m actually enjoying it. I can’t say I won’t change my mind, I just hope I get used to it instead of getting to the point of hating it.

So this is my life for now, Monday to Friday attending a course that for the time being is the most relaxed training I’ve ever had, and coming back home to catch up with friends and laundry before flying away again for one more week of “learning”.

Unfortunately this means that, among many other things, I’ve had to put on hold my new, and very lame, hobby of doing pilates twice a week, and I’ll have to trust someone will remember to water my miniature tree from time to time.

The other big disadvantage of changing jobs within the company is that I will have to move to a different base (confirmed I’m going back to the Isles, I’ll be working out of BHX to be precise). And although I never get too attached to places, I do get attached to people, and I will miss having someone to talk to over a cup of tea and scones like I did last week. However, I want to make a public promise that I will do my best (hopefully more than my usual best) to remember who my real friends are.

But now enough of this, it’s time to get ready for a couple of Saturday night drinks.

Ups!! You must have noticed one of my new year's resolutions has already gone done the drain. The others still stand, though.