I'm still up there on cloud 9 and I refuse to budge...
In the interest of blog-preservation however I will return to my usually gripey self. Work is beginning to become a nightmarish experience for me. There are a few reasons for this...
1) It prevents me from doing what I want to do
2) It is stifling my creativity
3) My faith in human understanding and kindness is dwindling
When I started back in October of 2001 I used to relish the thought of coming in and being challenged on a call-by-call basis. I loved the fact that I could fix a problem, grab a coffee and move on to the next with a smile on my face and a smug eagerness in my voice. Oh, how things change...
The abject feelings of dread began to creep in as the months passed and the time that they occurred became earlier and earlier. Now I find myself dreading it before I even get out of bed. I hate the thought that I will have to go to work the next day and each minute I am in work becomes a challenge of a different kind. Gone are the feelings of smug self-satisfaction that I felt when fixing a problem and in their place there stands a numbing emptiness. The challenge that I feel is no longer "how can I fix this?" but "how can I get out of here?"
All that sounds a little pessimistic but don't panic, I'm fine.
I have booked some time off next weekend so that Che and myself can go gallivanting off to Exeter to see Lee and hang out in one of the most beautiful and photogenic cities I know. After visiting my Dad for his 60th I tootled down to Exeter for a few days with Lee and had a brilliant time - I may post a few photos if you're really unlucky.
Back to now...
It's bonfire night tonight. A night when we Brits like nothing more than celebrating the unspeakably nasty death of a rebellious Catholic. On the build up to the night there is the traditional "selling of the explosives to children" when shopkeepers suspend their morals and make fat wads of cash off kids who think nothing of burning things/each other and causing widespread damage. I just read a report that one of the local police helicopters was targeted by a particularly exuberant bunch of youths. Oh vandalism, how you bring a tear of joy to these jaded eyes.
Coupled with this is the organized begging that is "Penny for the Guy". Essentially this is a parent-sanctioned activity in which children are encouraged to build an effigy (which will eventually be burnt/left on the side of the road until someone can be bothered to move it) and then ask complete strangers for a cash donation. I remember my parents stern advice to me: "Never talk to strangers" they would say, "Never talk to strangers (unless there is some sort of cash incentive"
Anyway, Che and myself are going to watch the firework display in St Helens Rugby ground so that we can literally see our cash go up in flames.
I have managed to wangle a bit of time off work and I was paid my back pay (dating back to February of 2001) so Sarah and myself are off for a well earned break. A few days in Exeter seem like a good idea so we can catch up with Lee and visit some of the places that Sarah used to hang out (it seems she is no stranger to the wonders of Devon). More info when we return.
Today's Word: Vacant
Today's Mood: Excited
In the interest of blog-preservation however I will return to my usually gripey self. Work is beginning to become a nightmarish experience for me. There are a few reasons for this...
1) It prevents me from doing what I want to do
2) It is stifling my creativity
3) My faith in human understanding and kindness is dwindling
When I started back in October of 2001 I used to relish the thought of coming in and being challenged on a call-by-call basis. I loved the fact that I could fix a problem, grab a coffee and move on to the next with a smile on my face and a smug eagerness in my voice. Oh, how things change...
The abject feelings of dread began to creep in as the months passed and the time that they occurred became earlier and earlier. Now I find myself dreading it before I even get out of bed. I hate the thought that I will have to go to work the next day and each minute I am in work becomes a challenge of a different kind. Gone are the feelings of smug self-satisfaction that I felt when fixing a problem and in their place there stands a numbing emptiness. The challenge that I feel is no longer "how can I fix this?" but "how can I get out of here?"
All that sounds a little pessimistic but don't panic, I'm fine.
I have booked some time off next weekend so that Che and myself can go gallivanting off to Exeter to see Lee and hang out in one of the most beautiful and photogenic cities I know. After visiting my Dad for his 60th I tootled down to Exeter for a few days with Lee and had a brilliant time - I may post a few photos if you're really unlucky.
Back to now...
It's bonfire night tonight. A night when we Brits like nothing more than celebrating the unspeakably nasty death of a rebellious Catholic. On the build up to the night there is the traditional "selling of the explosives to children" when shopkeepers suspend their morals and make fat wads of cash off kids who think nothing of burning things/each other and causing widespread damage. I just read a report that one of the local police helicopters was targeted by a particularly exuberant bunch of youths. Oh vandalism, how you bring a tear of joy to these jaded eyes.
Coupled with this is the organized begging that is "Penny for the Guy". Essentially this is a parent-sanctioned activity in which children are encouraged to build an effigy (which will eventually be burnt/left on the side of the road until someone can be bothered to move it) and then ask complete strangers for a cash donation. I remember my parents stern advice to me: "Never talk to strangers" they would say, "Never talk to strangers (unless there is some sort of cash incentive"
Anyway, Che and myself are going to watch the firework display in St Helens Rugby ground so that we can literally see our cash go up in flames.
I have managed to wangle a bit of time off work and I was paid my back pay (dating back to February of 2001) so Sarah and myself are off for a well earned break. A few days in Exeter seem like a good idea so we can catch up with Lee and visit some of the places that Sarah used to hang out (it seems she is no stranger to the wonders of Devon). More info when we return.
Today's Word: Vacant
Today's Mood: Excited
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