My first day.

Yesterday was my first day at my new job. My first day as a Nuffy at Nuffield Hospitals. My mornings no longer consist of juggling my cereal bowl and applying mascara whilst overtaking trucks on the Monash. Now, I sit, peacefully with a book or magazine in the comfort of the overland train. No squashing into the mini-tube.


Surbiton, home of Nuffy, is sort of like working in Mulgrave, except instead of the occasional Hawthorn footy player hanging around the half erect Waverley Park, I now fight off the oldies with walking frames and chavs with prams whilst trying to find a decent latte with real soy milk. Not the fake kind I got this morning. No more Waverley Gardens for me, it's all out the supersized Waitross that literally kisses my office's front door.

It's quite a funny transition. I've gone from working in the beauty industry, where the daily office banter revolved around the latest advances in cosmetics and the actual mineral content in the new generation of mineral make up. Now, working in the health industry, the conversation around cosmetics is all about the best way to market a tummy tuck and how to correctly price a new set of boobs. Rhinoplasty anyone?

It's definitely not anything like The Body Shop, and I sure miss the TBS team. There are no paper mache gorillas or rhino's out the front, the cleaner doesn't have a hook for a hand to scare the children from the Children's centre and there is no restaurant with the chef (?) serving his gourmet warped sense of humour. There is just product offers to make your tummy trimmer and your life much more fulfilling. Seriously, check this out - http://www.nuffieldcosmeticsurgery.com/katesdiary1.asp - a tummy tuck really will make you happy.

Oh, they did give me a laptop (Yeess) and the promise of a gym membership. Pity, I don't actually have a desk yet.