Well commuting on the fast train really is a different experience. One could, if pushed call it almost pleasurable. Well almost. It's still quite a long train journey. The trip home is amazing though, amazing compared to the slow train. It took 45 minutes, instead of at least 2 hours plus. This made the trip just like a long slog across the underground rather than an epic journey across the country.
I'm enjoying my return to office life, and I find it amusing that somethings never change, like that the people on reception are always slightly drunk with power because they can send out an email to the whole building. I also like the polite yet meaningless conversations you have while making a cup of tea in the kitchen.
It's a very blokey office, actually it's the most manly office imaginable. It's so testostorne filled that it even affects the women few women on our floor. They dress like chaps, talk like chaps and have short hair. This all makes a marked change because the last office I was in was mostly women.
In fact this office is so manly that some of the chaps have proper 'tashes, big bushy ones. Maybe I should grow one to fit in.
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