Something that I have missed from my previous two entries. I have started reading again. After an absence of some four years, which has meant the last time I picked up a book was during my last A Level English Literature exam. Shameful, I admit. On Monday, I decided against reading a book. I wanted to concentrate on my journey and getting to work at a reasonable time. On Tuesday morning, in a frantic rush, I went into my sisters’ bedroom. There were books on the shelves and on the dressing table. Most of these were, what I would describe as pop culture books. Popular, easy to dip into modern literature. However, I was seeking something a bit more substantial, a story with some depth an overall experience. As I waded through a pile, I found Crime and Punishment. (It was voted into 60th place by viewers of the BBC Big Read.) Written in the Victorian era, by Russian author Fyodor Dostoevsky, the book appealed to me, for the struggle that the main character must face. Something I quickly picked up from reading the blurb on the back cover. It was duly placed into my briefcase and I begin reading the moment I stepped upon my train to London. So far, it has been an engaging read, very well structured, if with a rapid pace of events. I will keep you posted with my progress. Wednesday it rained quite heavily in London and the weather did not improve during the course of the day. Overall it was a day, which felt more like September than mid June. But overall, a satisfying day, for I feel I earned my money. The morning started with very much, ‘more of the same’. Imaging and re-imaging PCs in the workshop. Then in the afternoon, it was a case of heading over to the 8th floor, which I discovered was deserted. A clear up operation ensued, with monitors, printers and any other hardware being moved into a central location. One of the largest offices. Then, the tough job of clearing up power cables and CAT5e cables from desks, floors and behind walls. Not the sort of manual labour you want to carry out, while wearing a brand new suit. Oh, well, it had to be done. Although, it was overcast, the view from the 8th floor was impressive. From the back off the building you could clearly see the London Eye and part of the Palace of Westminster. Also a great spot from which to capture Saint Paul’s Cathedral. Later on in the summer, I will take my digital camera into work and take some photos. This should give a blunt clue to my location in the City. You may note that I receive some comments with regards to the Gillette Mach 3 advertising. Well a man on the inside, has e-mailed me explaining in detail his opinion and those of much higher standing in the industry. They all feel that the ‘copy’ (words of commercial) do not fit the concept of a razor. Since when did you have an angel by your side as you cut yourself, in a daze at 5.23am. Great to be able to get the view from across the pond.

So, now to today. Thursday. I got up late, 5.20am (yes that is late, I should be up by 5am!). Even though at 4:43am, my body clock wakes me up automatically. Strange how your body and mind is able to adjust to a new routine, so quickly. The bus I catch, takes me into the bus station. However, I filled in a questionnaire, from Buckinghamshire County Council, which was conducted to get an indication of the popularity of a direct service to the station from the suburbs. The trains are quite frequent, the 6.39am service stops at all stations to Marylebone. I had caught it on Tuesday and Wednesday. However, as I entered the station, I saw it waiting on platform 3. Everyone appeared to have boarded the train already. Damn! No choice, I had to make a dash for it, down the subway, underneath the rail lines. Just before I got to the other side of this underground passage, I heard the turbo diesel engines, roar into life. Then slowly, felt the train above my head moving away from the station. My running came to an abrupt stop. I panicked, again. Wondering what time I would get into work now. 8:30am, perhaps? When was the next train? I checked the electronic screens. I had 13 minutes to wait. So I took a seat, still thinking of how I would go about explaining my poor time keeping to my manager, on my fourth day! :S Then, I noticed that the train to Marylebone, only stopped at Beaconsfield and Gerrards Cross. Fantastic. I should be able to make up the lost time and perhaps even beat the earlier train into London. The week was catching up with me. Well, my body at least. Reading would have been a waste, because my brain, was just not ready to take in, anything really. I drifted off to sleep, with my head lent against the window. I awoke, from my sleep to discover that we were just heading into the station. Rubbing my eyes, I looked at my watch. 7.28am. Fantastic. I would be able to use Marylebone tube station before it closes for the morning. I am beginning to learn, that for Teg, there is never just the option of one last chance saloon. Can you believe that it is only 6 months until Christmas Eve? Where has the time gone? Wondering what track I would associate with my first week at work? Well, in the IT workshop, the radio is exclusively tuned into Capital FM. A song I have grown to love and keep humming along to on my travels on the train. along to is “This Love” by Maroon 5.