Missing You

Chapter Three

A month has passed since my first day at work. It actually went pretty well, to be honest. I'm glad I could finally take the opportunity. I'm learning so much. However, I also discovered that I don't want to work eternally for civil services. That is just not my thing, unfortunately. It is still a good experience though. Very interesting.

Although work is actually going much better than I expected, everything to the side isn't going very well I'd say. Indeed, I almost run out of money now. Rents are much higher than I expected in London and I don't have enough money to pay both for my petite, quite unhealthy room and food. So, I decided that I needed to find a job... in a bar.

I also found out that my parent would not visit me until august. I feel actually quite lonely in this city. I didn't make that many friends because I don't have enough time in my workdays to go out, socialise and make friends as I have to work every night until 1 am. Though, I feel grateful for my master to be very friendly to me asking politely to go out with colleagues and get distracted by other things than my actual and complementary work.

Then, I found out that I lost my most precious thing coming from my parents, my fountain pen which is actually a meaningful gift and quite an expansive object. I reckon I must have lost it 2 or 3 weeks perhaps, maybe more I don't even know. That makes me even more sad and angry than I was before. Everything is an absolute nightmare although I try to stay positive and enjoy London the most I can, even though I don't visit it that much due to my busy schedule.

You can't keep complaining Beth, get over it for once.

Sat in my office whilst I'm finishing my synthesis, I check the time. 6 pm. I must go to my shift then...

- "Goodbye mate" I say to Nick which is my nearest sort of friend for now. We actually are colleagues but eventually, he could be a very good friend at some point, he is nice and very attractive I'd say. Well I think, but not even near to be my type, if I even had one. Way too perfect I'd say.

- "Would you like me to drop you off at your work?" He responds

- "Don't worry Nick, it's okay, I know you live the opposite way from my work though, I don't want to waste your time" I smile at him nicely, I don't want to sound rude. He doesn't say a word but smiles at me, awkwardly though.

I'm actually very tired and don't have enthusiasm for once to go to work. But I remember myself I have no choice otherwise I could say goodbye to this internship and come straight back to France.

Just get used to it Beth, that should be easy.

Eventually, I get out of the tube. 5 minutes of walk and I enter the Simpson's bar. This is quite a nice place I must say. I'm thankful this didn't turn to be a loud bar where everyone gets drunk and loses its mind after 5 drinks.

Not even close to it, the Simpson's bar is actually a cosy place where you can enjoy quality Gin and Wine whilst listening to some jazzy/indie live music. The place is actually quite renowned in London. I learnt the past 3 weeks how to attend the bar and I think I'm going pretty well in that job. Never thought I would end at some point serving drinks in a bar, but who knows...

- "Hello Anne-Marie! Good evening Derek" I say with a smile, a true smile. These are my boss and they are quite lovely, and always have a nice word to say to you. I know now them for 3 weeks and even though I don't see them around very often, I love when they appear.

- "Hello my dear, y'alright tonight? How was it at work, have you made any friend by now?" She is just the definition of a lovely lady, god I feel like she could be a soul mother.

- "Oh good, thanks for asking." I respond without any conviction.

- "Don't lie to me Elizabeth, lying is bad" She frowns at me. She acts like a mother, which is quite funny and makes my heart melt. But god, how I hate so much when someone is calling me Elizabeth, it sounds almost like she is scolding me.