First of all, help! Some how the language on blogger.com has been switched Vietnamese. Diddy mao.

Chrome has offered to translate the page for me into English. Thanks, bro.

Anyway, today was my second day of work as an intern (paid) for a nascent web start up. I interviewed with them on Tuesday and was offered the position that afternoon.

I made an utter UK noob mistake right before the interview. So I get to the building, hit the buzzer and Tim, the guy I'm meeting with tells me go to the second floor. Alright cool. So I walk up one set of stairs on an ancient wooden staircase, pass a fire place, and enter the double doors ahead of me. I pass through another door and find myself in an office with a couple guys huddling over some tables. They hear the door open and look over their shoulders to meet my eyes. "Hi, uh is Tim here?" I stammer. They respond with a confused looks. "Nope, not here mate" says one. Crap, I think. Then it hits me like a ton of bricks, I'm actually on the first floor. In the UK they count our first floor as the ground level, so our second floor would be considered the first floor here. So I flip a B,  head out the doors and come face to face with Tim, who said, after introducing himself, that he figured I'd make this mistake.

The interview went well, was relatively informal. He asked me the usual interview clichés and I answered with my well rehearsed, carefully prepared responses. He then asked me what areas of the company I'd be interested in participating in. Figuring most of the work would be IT related, and area I have zero experience in, I told him marketing is of interest to me - despite also having zilch experience, but I figured I could learn it relatively quickly. Ah, but I have learned, quickly, be careful what you wish for.

Two days later I'm up to my bushy eye brows in direct marketing techniques and print media nonsense. Despite having a marketing agency on their payroll, they've made me their sole in-house marketing guru. And by guru I mean bumbling idiot.

So far however, they've liked the drivel this guru's cranked out.

The office is actually a large open air, live work loft style deal. It's a corner unit with large windows and we all sit around tables like a university computer lab, but with much more room. I heard the unit is worth more than a million pounds and this company pays in excess of 5,000 lbs a month to rent the joint. Apparently Keira Knightly lives up stairs from us. There are 7 employees, down from 8. At the end of the day one of the interns was sacked. Lacking in enthusiasm was his downfall. The other intern is from Nepal. I don't think I've ever met someone from Nepal in my life and was impressed when I was able to explain roughly where it exists. Booyah, geography skills.

The surrounding hood is very busy, tons of street and foot traffic. We're either located in Hackney or Shoreditch. I keep getting conflicting information on which. The Old Street tube stop is a 7 min walk away. By the way, thanks to some signalling issues or someone on the tracks, something like that, the train sat idling for 15 minutes half-way between two stations. My second day of work and I'm already late. My boss, Tim, was sympathetic however. Don't make it a habit he said. Tell that to the Northern Line :/