In the near two months since my last life update, a lot has happened. Pretty much all of it good.
I have a new job! As of the end of April I work at The London Dungeons, with the official title of Dungeon Keeper. "Oh, so you're an actor there then?" No, I'm a ride operator. Which in many ways is preferable to a performance role, at least for me right now. I still get to dress up, slap on make-up, and play a character all day, but I have a lot more freedom than the actors to improvise and interact with guests - a lot of the job is health & safety focused, so I can shout at people if they don't listen to me - and the actors are on fixed-term contracts for six-month stints, whereas my job is guaranteed hours and permanent. Huzzah! That's not to say it can't get boring and incredibly repetitive, but the team I'm part of are absolutely top-notch and we have plenty of ways to entertain ourselves as well as guests (most recently I've developed an angry Welsh persona if anyone really irritates me. Somehow shouting with a thick accent is far more satisfying and people seem more genuinely terrified of an angry Welshman.)
In other news, I'm finally dragging Charlotte and Fin to London to live with me, and I'm barely containing my excitement at the prospect. We've managed to secure an excellent-sized flat in south east London, bartered the price down, and now all they've got to do is find jobs. Speaking of which, if anyone wants an experienced Events Coordinator or an Administrator who's done pretty much everything you can imagine, get in touch. Soon. They're going to be snapped up quick.
Now, if everyone else I know could just get on with moving to London my life will be much easier. Until I move again, and you all have to relocate with me. That's the deal now, minions.
