Well, we were greeted by cold rain and wind when we arrived at Liverpool Street station and had to wait 20mins for the taxi which parked miles away from where he was meant to pick us up.
I absolutely HATE flying.
My bank account has taken a beating from all the travel costs, I am glad I can claim tax back on the costs!
The taxi took over an hour to get to the hotel. The hotel room is nice, huge shower and warm. However, the internet doesnt work for me for some reason and the receptionist is unhelpful, apart from telling me to go up to the Conference Room floor to get it for free. She better refund me the £10 I paid for 24hrs access since I cant actually get any access!
My dance partner is a lovely girl, you wouldnt in a million years think she was a stripper, but I guess she must scrub up well.
The hotel costs £55 per night on the weekends and £60 during the week. We are paying two nights in advance in case the club is shit and we cant afford to stay here. I emailed Janet at the agency to let her know.
I am so not looking forward to working tonight and I really was, Im just really fucking tired and hungry! I paid £3 for a mocha at the airport because I was starving, its a good thing it was fucking divine mocha!
We have ordered a huge pizza in, cant wait to chow down and then sleep for a few hours before work tonight.
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