Workin' in the Gherkin (I wish!)

I'm working in the Liverpool Street Station area and it's a relief to earn some Pounds. I don't think I could have had too many more spaghetti marinara or steak dinners on my unemployed budget. That said, walking through my area in a suit to the bus station each morning and night does attract a few stares, given that normally here, shoes are optional. Holloway is, euphemistically and diplomatically speaking, multicultural.

Braving the stares, and then the stairs to the front of the top of the double decker big red bus, coming closer to the centre, we see this building:
As far as Anth and I are concerned, if we don't get to work in this building, nicknamed "The Gherkin", we have not made the most of working in London. The only problem is finding out which companies work there. All office buildings here have rigorous security - as in you can't even enter without a security pass, and all visitors need appointments. The foyers of some buildings (eg the Barclays building at Canary Wharf) resemble a terminal at Heathrow.

The last time I tried to walk in to the Gherkin, I felt a bit like Homer Simpson trying to walk past the guard at the Stonecutter's... and duly I pivoted and walked away, whistling all the while.

But the point is, I'm working and earning money now, so I better head down to the butcher for a nice steak...