Free chocolate cake!

So it's Wednesday, and it has been a busy and , dare I say, successful week so far. I'm slowly getting the hang of this crazy city and realizing just how big, and expensive it really is! I've been sending out resumes daily to teaching jobs, catering companies, recruiting firms, you name it. And this week I'm starting to see the fruits of my labour. I have scheduled 4 interviews, one or two per day, with different event staffing companies, and today I signed with my first one. Apparently my resume is fantastic and they were very excited to bring in on board. They even skipped the typical interview and went straight into the new hire paperwork. So I will be doing some work for CIP recruitment, which specializes staffing "Silver Service" events. So basically fine dinning cater-waiter stuff. Every time I hear the term "Silver Service", I want to say "Silver Spoon", as that's pretty much all it boils down to.
Tomorrow, I have an interview with an agency that seems to me to be entirely staffed by Canadians. Every time someone calls me from the office, its another Canadian, so this is good. They are particularly excited about having me come in. Why?, you ask. Well obviously because I've worked as a Skate Marshal before! Yup, who would've thought that my experience working as skate patrol at Robson Square would EVER come in handy? It turns out that this organization runs two major (and I think probably only) skating rinks in London and they are looking for staff. Who knows, maybe I'll have to have my hockey skates shipped to me from Canada!

On top of all of this, probably the best news is that I have found a teaching position. I will be working for LIPA 4:19, which is an academy branch of the main LIPA school. The structure is very similar to that of StageCoach, where I was working in Vancouver, so I should feel right at home. I had a great interview on Monday evening and was offered the position on Tuesday afternoon. Don't worry, I won't be moving to Liverpool just yet, I only have to travel as far as Wanstead... wherever that is!

Tonight I am going to view a flat. I'm excited by this one. It is at the higher end of my budget but still manageable and is a flat that I would share with a woman from Canada who's son just happens to be non other than... an opera singer! With that in mind, I assume she is used to living with singers, and might even have a piano. She is quite a bit older than I but I think this is a good thing. It is in NE London and promises to be fairly large and clean. Here's hoping!

So with all of this progress and good news, I decided I was going to treat myself to a pint of Guinness and a snack at a near by pub. I ordered my food and sat, peacefully enjoying my well earned beer and my little plate of hummus. I was almost done my plate, when I bit into a piece of hard plastic... It had come off the tub that the hummus came out of! (gotta love British cooking!) I politely showed it to the manager of the pub, and she was mortified. So apologetic and said she would talk to the kitchen, and did I want her to get me another plate. Since I was just about finished, I politely declined and she ran off to the kitchen, presumably to chastise the kitchen staff. After about 5 minutes she return to my table, still very apologetic and offered me another drink or maybe a desert pudding. My Canadian attitude of not wanting to put people out kicked in, and I once again declined. She told me that if I changed her mind, I should just let her know. I continued to enjoy my beer, and then it dawned on me... here is someone offering me desert. Something I have been depriving myself of for weeks because I am conserving my money. And I can have it for FREE! I would be stupid to say no.

So I ran up to the bar, and asked if the offer still stood. Since it did I ordered myself a chocolate fudge cake. And out it came, hot and runny. The fantastic top-er to a great day and the perfect celebration for all of my achievements thus far.