My fucking luck! This morning, of all days I overslept and managed to miss the 6:45 train. Then once in Paddington station, I rushed down to the underground to find out that the circle and district lines were having severe delays, due to signal failures between Gloucester road and South Kensington, and there I sit, sweat already starting to trickle down my spine, making my shirt stick to my back. I have an interview this morning. Not for something major.. but in order to finish paying for my studies, I found myself a job with the GCCL [Greek Chamber of Commerce of London] and must absolutely be on time for my interview..; I can t even imagine being one second late ..The job is interesting, well paid and would give me a chance to earn a bit of extra cash, something that will definitely please my bank. .. and There I am, waiting until 20 minutes later, a train arrived and I crushed myself in (I did not mind the gap between the train and the platform by the way, and almost lost my shoe in the rush ..) ..at my station, I took a flying leap of the tube, rushed outside the station, turned left and sprint the last two blocks to the office . Normally this would be nothing for me, Hell, I jog one mile a day, but wearing a suit and nasty painfully tight leather shoes does not help. Bloody nuisance! By the time I get to the lobby of the Victoria Tower, I had to make a beeline for the lifts. It s one minute to eight and I m sweating bullets...
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