Mon, May 22

Today was Dawn's first day at work. And was it a long one, despite not needing to be at the office until 9.30am. If getting dressed for work wasn't a big enough chore, she had to walk 10-15 minutes to Winchmore Hill station so she could catch a train into central London that took another 20 minutes. Once she arrived at Old Street, she then had another 15-20 minute walk to work. What really sucked was that Dawn wore normal dress shoes and all the walking left her poor little feet raw as hell. Her day went pretty quickly as faces without names passed her by. She was told their names, but her retention powers weren't really up to the volume she had to absorb. Relieved and exhausted from all the excitement, Dawn then had to make the return trip home. Only this time her feet were now throbbing, and she had to squeeze onto the train like a sardine in a can. On the way home, she was now sharing the train with all the other commuters that clocked out at 5pm.

Was Dawn glad to join the working force again after three years working for herself? Of course she was. Because even though her head was swimming with all the information she was trying to absorb, her feet had blisters from walking and her body was exhausted after being on the go all day, she knew that in addition to having her weekends back for what she wanted to do, she also knew that she had 26 days vacation plus the 8 compulsory bank holidays to look forward to!