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Working at Brick Lane
Mar. 1st, 2010 07:03 pmMy new temporary job is just off Brick Lane. I got the pleasure of starting today at 10am, so I took my time in the morning walking through a fairly deserted and sunny Bethnal Green before entering the office. What a change it is to experience Brick Lane in the morning when all the douchebag hipsters are asleep/at school/commuting/going to bed! All the unnecessary is stripped away and you've got silence, the odd mixture of new and old architecture, the aroma of coffee wafting out of the bagel shops. It takes me 45 minutes door to door on foot; I'm going to take advantage of the good weather while it lasts.
The new office couldn't be more different from my last one. I don't know if I've mentioned this before but I really think each office is a family: some are happy, some are sad, some are fucked up, some can be fixed if only someone sticks a cleaver in mommy's back. Well, this one has a very nice mommy, an absent father, an uncle that likes to tell dirty jokes, and two adopted kids like myself who are unruly and straight off told me to surf the net all I want and listen to my iPod. One of the kids is pregnant and a real handful for mommy.
On my lunch break, I dropped by Rough Trade to buy the latest Magnetic Fields but found the £12.99 price tag a bit prohibitive. I ate a salmon and cheese bagel and lost count of the amount of beggars wandering around. On the way home, I weaved my way through the Bangladeshi community and witnessed a redheaded girl get caught shoplifting in Iceland. That Iceland is popular with shoplifters but they invariably get caught (it wasn't the first time I witnessed such a thing.)
The new office couldn't be more different from my last one. I don't know if I've mentioned this before but I really think each office is a family: some are happy, some are sad, some are fucked up, some can be fixed if only someone sticks a cleaver in mommy's back. Well, this one has a very nice mommy, an absent father, an uncle that likes to tell dirty jokes, and two adopted kids like myself who are unruly and straight off told me to surf the net all I want and listen to my iPod. One of the kids is pregnant and a real handful for mommy.
On my lunch break, I dropped by Rough Trade to buy the latest Magnetic Fields but found the £12.99 price tag a bit prohibitive. I ate a salmon and cheese bagel and lost count of the amount of beggars wandering around. On the way home, I weaved my way through the Bangladeshi community and witnessed a redheaded girl get caught shoplifting in Iceland. That Iceland is popular with shoplifters but they invariably get caught (it wasn't the first time I witnessed such a thing.)
