What if...

Claudia and I went to the ISH bar last night to meet Joe, a 40-something business man and new friend who uses Regent's Gym downstairs. The first time I met him, I was reading a book at the front desk, and he asked what I was reading. Then I witnessed a literary explosion from him. He just went off about this book and that book and have I ever read this one. I was amused and nodded along using the skills I learned as a bartender to feign interest, not thinking I'd ever see him again, but he came the next day with a book in hand to lend to me! So after that, Joe and I started chatting every time he came in about books, then careers, then nonprofits. He is seriously involved in public service, was even nominated for recognition of his work in London. He was so nice to forward my CV on to his employer and began tapping into his connections to see if I could have any volunteer work in media or advertising. He invited me to a debate event at the U.S. Embassy on Monday night but when I RSVPed a day later, it was completely booked.

Last night at the ISH bar he introduced us to Arun, an adorable tiny white-haired Indian man who listened to stories in such an entertaining way I would watch him instead of the story teller. He would say "yes, yes" with hand motions and wide eyes then fall back in his chair laughing at the punchline.
When Arun found out that I have a degree in strategic communication and am temporarily at ISH he said "Well if I pass your CV on to companies and they like you, are you committed to working at ISH?" I had to pause because technically, I signed a six-month contract ending March 1. But I thought about it and said that if someone offered me a job in my field in LONDON FREAKING ENGLAND, I couldn't think twice about taking it.
Then he proposed something to me that did make me think twice. What if I volunteered or interned at an agency and they wanted to take me up in March when my contract is over with ISH?

This is something I secretly wished for when I made the trip over here. And I honestly don't know what I would say.

Well, I'm at work again today and disgusted with the weather. It's beautiful, sunny, and Saturday morning. A perfect day for markets, and I get to sit here all morning. It's okay, though. I'm going to Carmina Burana tonight at Royal Albert Hall which should be incredible. I was told that you have to dress up to appreciate the music, so maybe a new dress is in order...