mercredi, mai 10, 2006

Punter in training


I had a good night and I'm not jet-lagged anymore. Pretty fast, eh? This morning I had my first interview with Scudamore's Punting Company (a punting company I contacted in the winter). It went so well I can't believe it. I had a go at punting, one on one with the boss, and he practically gave me a tour.
Il voulait que je fasse le test final demain (jeudi) pour pouvoir commencer a travailler en fin de semaine... J'sais pas moi, mais ca va pas mal mieux que je l'imaginais! It's lookin' good! Je vais faire le test lundi (tour + punting pour le boss). Alors la je dois etudier le script! Apres ca j'ai magasine avec Vero, au Grafton Center (le genre de Centre Rideau de Cambridge). Ah manne, le centre-ville c'est vraiment pour les pietons pis les cyclistes! Ensuite on a dine au resto pis on est revenus ici.
Having a good response right from the beginning is so much more than I expected... I think I'm gonna like it here.

5 commentaires:

Anonyme a dit...

Nice! Je suis super contente pour toi! Je vais penser a toi pour ton test! Bonne merde (hybridation de bonne chance et de merde...).
Lache pas la patate ma grosse!
Catou

michèle a dit...

bonne chance ma belle! je suis tellement contente que ca va si bien. je suis tellement jalouse. tu vis mon reve!

segjulie@gmail.com a dit...

Bon ..il faut lire et marcher le parcours ..c'est facile pour toi , avec ta mémoire phénomenale.. Peut-être si tu chantes des chansons de l'époque, tu auras du succès..Ballade du Moyen age ou des chansons des collèges de Cambridge???
Bon début de voyage!! xoxox

Anonyme a dit...

C'est moi, pas Tang...

segjulie@gmail.com a dit...

ouais j'ai remarque! :P

chepas moi, mais j'ai pas mal d'inspiration apres avoir regarde Monty Python and the Holy Grail! lol

"Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot
He was not afraid to die, oh brave Sir Robin.
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways,
Brave, brave, brave, brave, Sir Robin.
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,
or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken.
To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away,
and his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir robin.
His head smashed in and his heart cut out,
and his liver removed and his bowels unplugged
and his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off and his penis..." "ENOUGH!!!"