Dang, I'm totally wiped. After work (I left a little early; they'll have me in training from 7-9:45 tomorrow so I've got a bit of time to monkey around with) I went to Victoria Station and looked at a flat on St. George's Street in Pimlico. Conclusion: like college dorm room but with bigger living room and decent kitchen. Too small. Then I went to Fulham, except every Chelsea fan in London was trying to get on the same train so I was 1) late and 2) sweaty. (It was really like a scene from a commercial for deodorant.) There I was taken to two flats, neither of which was the garden flat I was expecting. The first was outfitted like a really cheap hotel and depressed me, though it was supposed to have a good location, at 325 pounds a week; the second had a much nicer layout but cost more (340 a week?), had a smaller kitchen, and was probably only for rent for a year. Gah.
I was getting so hungry afterwards I was starting to feel nauseous, so I grabbed a chicken salad sandwich and went to the Blue Posts. I probably shouldn't have bothered and should have just gone home but, I don't know, I was halfway there already and ... eh. Anyway, I stayed for all of half an hour and one pint and realized I was becoming incoherent and went home at nine. I'm there now, at 9:42 (still need to get my LJ time adjusted, apparently) and I'm going to take a shower and go to bed.
RE work: didn't make an ass of myself on the first day, so I'll consider it a success.