I love life, especialy life on Earth.

Tongue fish.

They live in some of the most hostile environments, it's like they could be from another planet.

Have a look, it's on the BBC's news website.

Fascinating.

Mmm...

Virgin Galactic.



One day, you and I, may well be going to space. Give it another 15 years. We'll all be doing this. Technology will improve and cost will come down.


I'd also like to give this a go.

Sun rise, sun set.

In fact, my worries about work, were unfounded. If anything, I think the fact I get on well with all the other people at the shop does me credit. My recent fopah with the manager seems to have vanished completely.

Phew!

So that little stress is dealt with.

So I can free myself up to worry about other things again. I'm a worrier at heart, I do best when I'm kept busy or have company to engage in. If not, my mind goes off on one.
Although, recently, the last few days, I've noted in myself yearnings for far away places again. But I'd rather not go it alone. I also don't know if that'll be happening any time soon. Maybe within a year. I have to wait and see.

It depends on work really and what I decide to do during the time that I make money.

If they offer me full time employment after my temporary contract finishes I may well decide to take it. I need the money. Hopefully, within a year, I'll have saved quite a bit of cash. Maybe a few things in life will have altered by then too. Enabling me to do other things.

You know what I really want right now. To go out and live on an island. Or a load of islands. Out where the weather is beautiful. An island lifestyle. Yeah, sitting on the beach and watching the stars. That's something I really want to do now.

I'm thinking of a short break to Italy in Febuary next year all things allowing. I want to go and stay in a b&b and relax by the lakeside drinking espressos, eating great Italian food and buying Italian made clothing. I always said whilst living there, that if ever I need clothes, I'll buy them in Italy. So it will be with a large empty suitcase I go there. I will stay a week to ten days and really relax and enjoy. I'd also like to go and see a friend of mine there.

So, as you can gather, I'm in the mood for more than current things allow. I need to experience so much more than I am at the moment. I'm a bit starved of my freedoms.

God, how I miss being rich. It's a good life, it beats being poor. You can do a heck of a lot of things.

To work, or not to work?

I am feeling much better. A good 50% better, I could work now, my sinus is a little blocked, but not that bad, I still feel that fluy feeling, although I could manage. But, I really want to stay at home, I would have tomorrow off at any rate so I'd be back to work on Thursday.

However, if I do, a couple of things may happen,

It could be considered a breach of contract. I might pay through the nose for that.

Nothing might happen.

If I work today they might ask me to come in on Wednesday and that will mean a 7 day week for me.

In any case, it's only 11 working days untill Christmas. Just 11. I'd have Christmas day and boxing day off. If I don't go back to work right now I'll have 9 days off.

I've still got to face that meeting about the work joke from the other day and explain slash protect myself from someone elses chip on the shoulder. As my large Irish mate said, if you'd have been there a year, nothing would have happened. It's because you're the new guy. Then a wrote a few obsenitys. All that made me feel much better.

Working as an English teacher has ruined me, or perhaps, I'm just unhappy about doing work I don't like doing. Which is a perfectly reasonable thing.

I've got an hour and a half to decide. Not long.

Life. I dunno...

Blurgh!

I'm under the weather at the moment, and something I did not realise is that you are legally entitled to have 6 days off work due to sickness without a doctors note. If your work does want a note it would cost them £50 to obtain one from the doctors.

This was the short lecture I was given this morning at the doctors for waisting his time if there were genuinely really sick people who needed treatment.

Yeah...

I cannot please anyone these days. I'm putting my feet are going in all the wrong places.

The joys of being me.

Anyway, aside from that, I'm pleased to be off work I'm also pleased to have a sck note. as my manager asked this morning "Are you really sick?" "Yes" I said, "I'm getting a sick note for you."

I think he asked this because of my recent put my foot right in it joke with the "You working?" comment I made the other day. They might think I don't want to face the music. However, I am genuinely feeling blurgh. I haven't felt this blurgh since my last few weeks in China.

So, I'm off to rest, take it easy and get better. I'll feel more up for the coming wave of doom when I'm a hundred percent again.

Nuts, dag nam it.

Oh well, it's one of those things. You cannot control every outcome of every little thing in this world.

I made what was one of my good humoured, no harm done, jokes.

There were 3 guys stood by some boxes talking. Obviously they were working, but I thought I'd just make a joke and say in passing "are you guys working?" in an obvious non serious voice. But about 30 seconds later when I was in the fridge getting merchandise. One of the three came in and approached me.

In a very serious tone "Did you just ask us if we were working?" I looked in his eyes, he was not a happy chappy.

Flip!

I'd upset one of the managers. It was only my way of making a joke, but the wee chap didn't take it that way.

So, I imagine, at some point tomorrow morning. I'm going to get a call into an office and will have some words with a manager.

Just when I'd thought I'd gotten over the hard part of re-adjusting to crappy 8 hour staking shelves and working a till work. The unknown has sprung and given me another large bump to contend with.

There was no way I could have avoided that either. I was just being me but me and it was taken the wrong way.

Oh well. I'll just have to wait and see where this goes.

Che sucede sucede.