2 days before sunday, the day of rest.
Which reminds me, I don't have that many days left to book a months worth of holiday for the rest of the year. Turd hole.
What demonic evil horror made that a rule. What nastiness. "It's hardly fair" The new admin lady said to me the other day.
Hardly fair is a very light way of putting it.
Well, I can't change it. I have to make the best of it. So it looks to be my first week of holiday will be in June. Which is when I will go to Ireland and stay with my friend. Haven't seen the old chap for a while now.
But I must must get my holiday booking form completed qand handed in and approved. Otherwise I might not get that time off.
So I'd better decide when I want to have my holidays now. I have 4 weeks to play with. Which I've just rememberd is working days, equaling five not seven as I just had in my head. Although I imagine my two days off per week would balance off five days to seven anyway. I'll have to ask. Which is hard as that shop is quite manic.
It's very small so there's always something going on. Always, you don't stop. Just those thirty minutes for lunch. Nice in some ways, but it's not easy to find out stuff should you want to know.
Anyway... enough of lavoro. I do not want to talk about those 5 of seven days in the week.
On to my moustache. Indeedy!
I decide the other day that I would try out a handlebar moustache. It's not quite a goatee and not quite a moustache. But it suits my face I'm pleased to say. So does being a skin head.
The "han-bar-tash" (As I've decided to shorten it to) is still pretty short and needs a bit of growing in, so slowly but surely. Soon I should have a nice fluffy thing dangling from my face. I love hair, you can keep it, style it, dye it, braid it, shave it off and the stuff grows back! Amazing.
Provided you aren't going bald like myself that is.
Well. On to the rest of my day and finding those little things to be pleased of. I might have a sit and listen to the birds this afternoon.
Ciao a tutti.
Thursday 19 April 2007
Wednesday 18 April 2007
Slowly turning thirty.
Five months then I'm thirty years old and recently, I've found that my daily motto is fast becoming "Another day, another hassle."
Is it because I'm getting older? Or is it simply because life is becoming more of a hassle.
I don't know.
What I do know is that I remember many people around my age, maybe slightly older from when I was younger saying more or less the same thing.
Most days, not all, but most, I find myself with new bodily pains and troubles. My back hurts in more places than it used to, it takes longer to get better now. My nose bleeds a lot. It takes a couple of days to heal up now, as opposed to one day.
I've got a pain in my left arm that feels like a cross between a sting and a stitch. It hurts if stretched into some positions.
Work just seems to get more complicated by the day. There's always something else to do, always something new added to the ever expanding pile. Some new difficulty added to make you more perplexed and puzzled.
When the phone rings, it's no longer good news like it used to be. I loved phones when I was younger, now though, it always seems to be bad news. How did it get hold of my number anyway?
I find myself sitting down wearing a frown on my face nagging my way across the Internet with my constant companion back pain.
~sigh~
Maybe I'm getting old-ish. I'm still very young and am not over that hill yet. Thankfully.
But I ask myself, is this the general direction that life's gonna take now? Generally slipping and sliding despite my frenzied kicks and scrabbles to maintain it as is?
At least I'm soon to be joining the 30 somethings soon. I partly look forward to seeing off my 20's. I do feel the need to mark the occasion though. Something poignant. Meaningful, to me, I don't care about anyone in this. It's only me going thirty that day, aside from the other thousands and thousands.
Anyway, here's to my slowly turning thirty...
Yay?
Is it because I'm getting older? Or is it simply because life is becoming more of a hassle.
I don't know.
What I do know is that I remember many people around my age, maybe slightly older from when I was younger saying more or less the same thing.
Most days, not all, but most, I find myself with new bodily pains and troubles. My back hurts in more places than it used to, it takes longer to get better now. My nose bleeds a lot. It takes a couple of days to heal up now, as opposed to one day.
I've got a pain in my left arm that feels like a cross between a sting and a stitch. It hurts if stretched into some positions.
Work just seems to get more complicated by the day. There's always something else to do, always something new added to the ever expanding pile. Some new difficulty added to make you more perplexed and puzzled.
When the phone rings, it's no longer good news like it used to be. I loved phones when I was younger, now though, it always seems to be bad news. How did it get hold of my number anyway?
I find myself sitting down wearing a frown on my face nagging my way across the Internet with my constant companion back pain.
~sigh~
Maybe I'm getting old-ish. I'm still very young and am not over that hill yet. Thankfully.
But I ask myself, is this the general direction that life's gonna take now? Generally slipping and sliding despite my frenzied kicks and scrabbles to maintain it as is?
At least I'm soon to be joining the 30 somethings soon. I partly look forward to seeing off my 20's. I do feel the need to mark the occasion though. Something poignant. Meaningful, to me, I don't care about anyone in this. It's only me going thirty that day, aside from the other thousands and thousands.
Anyway, here's to my slowly turning thirty...
Yay?
Another brush with fame.
This morning whilst I was upstairs filling the drinks in the fridge, I looked over to my left and noted a couple who seemed to be quite familiar to me.
It was then that I noted it was Oasis front man Liam Gallagher with his lady Nicole Aplleton in the shop.
Not that I was too bothered, but there you go.
She came up to me and said "Do you have any humus?"
"Yes, it's right round here..." I said as I guided her round.
"Oh, thank you." She replied.
That was it, my brief brush with fame again.
Apparently there are quite a few famous people round that neck of the woods. So, till my next one...
It was then that I noted it was Oasis front man Liam Gallagher with his lady Nicole Aplleton in the shop.
Not that I was too bothered, but there you go.
She came up to me and said "Do you have any humus?"
"Yes, it's right round here..." I said as I guided her round.
"Oh, thank you." She replied.
That was it, my brief brush with fame again.
Apparently there are quite a few famous people round that neck of the woods. So, till my next one...
Tuesday 17 April 2007
Monday 16 April 2007
Sleepy.
I had a terrible night last night, well, it wasn't terrible, just sleepless. A long sleepless "I'm going to have to get up at 5am sleepless night and work" night.
I managed about 4 hours of sleep thereabouts, which is perfectly enough to function on. Thankfully. Although I'm in the definite like my sleep crowd. A good seven to eight hours is lovely. I like my sleepy time.
Work was fine today, it wasn't filled with the "urrgghhhhh..."ness of the other day. It almost feels like there are little gods weaving their magic touch throughout the day. Some work for the less than good, others do fine work. It's been an interesting mix of gods. Today was very much "peace and tranquility god", there was a wee smattering of "unrest god" but it was a minor blot on an otherwsie fine day.
Although I'm not really focused this evening, my minds all over the place. Tired, and a bit bored.
Fortunately I'll be off to Folkestone this weekend. I'll be seeing a mate, my flat mate from China, from Ethipoia, from Wales. Make sense of that will ya. I tell's ya, it's cwaazzzy.
I looked at the prices and the journey times between coach and train, I've come to the conclusion I'd rather get there quicker for a little extra cash. An hour and fifteen minutes as opposed to four and a half hours by coach. Yeesh! No more long coach trips. I've had enough of my bald head being fondled by the one drunk on the coach 1am in the morning. Hmm, the reality of travel within the British Isles.
It still sends shivers down my spine.
Speaking of getting away, I'm still not in a happy place having to book 4 weeks holiday for the rest of the financial year. Right up to March 2008. Yay!
It really does stink.
This is the reality I'd knew I'd have to deal with when I'd got my transfer confirmed. The price you pay for what you want to get in this life. Whatever you want, you've gotta pay for it.
Anyway, it's nearly my bedtime. I want to sleep. Happy dreams, insightful dreams.
I still have a few real dreams to pursue in my waking life. I just hope I can bring them to fruition.
I managed about 4 hours of sleep thereabouts, which is perfectly enough to function on. Thankfully. Although I'm in the definite like my sleep crowd. A good seven to eight hours is lovely. I like my sleepy time.
Work was fine today, it wasn't filled with the "urrgghhhhh..."ness of the other day. It almost feels like there are little gods weaving their magic touch throughout the day. Some work for the less than good, others do fine work. It's been an interesting mix of gods. Today was very much "peace and tranquility god", there was a wee smattering of "unrest god" but it was a minor blot on an otherwsie fine day.
Although I'm not really focused this evening, my minds all over the place. Tired, and a bit bored.
Fortunately I'll be off to Folkestone this weekend. I'll be seeing a mate, my flat mate from China, from Ethipoia, from Wales. Make sense of that will ya. I tell's ya, it's cwaazzzy.
I looked at the prices and the journey times between coach and train, I've come to the conclusion I'd rather get there quicker for a little extra cash. An hour and fifteen minutes as opposed to four and a half hours by coach. Yeesh! No more long coach trips. I've had enough of my bald head being fondled by the one drunk on the coach 1am in the morning. Hmm, the reality of travel within the British Isles.
It still sends shivers down my spine.
Speaking of getting away, I'm still not in a happy place having to book 4 weeks holiday for the rest of the financial year. Right up to March 2008. Yay!
It really does stink.
This is the reality I'd knew I'd have to deal with when I'd got my transfer confirmed. The price you pay for what you want to get in this life. Whatever you want, you've gotta pay for it.
Anyway, it's nearly my bedtime. I want to sleep. Happy dreams, insightful dreams.
I still have a few real dreams to pursue in my waking life. I just hope I can bring them to fruition.
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