Its 9:45am. I'm sitting at my desk at work, on my own, while my colleagues are doing the interesting work out of the office. It dawns on me. How average am I? 18 year old who works monday - friday and parties at the weekend and plays football hungover on a Sunday before starting all over again. I'm nothing special.
I'm not saying today was a bad day. The afternoon was a bit slow, but I've definitely had worse. But I'm just saying that I go to work at 9am every morning doing the same day in day out, taking orders from my boss, (who ain't a bad guy). Ok, I'm not expecting to be the boss of a big corporation at 18 but part of me does regret not going down the university route. Especially around Crimbo time, most of my friends at uni are done and are partying hard while I'm at work finding out I have to work Christmas Eve, Boxing Day and NYD like a mule. Not good. On the plus side, I did get paid today while my uni friends are putting themselves in ridiculous debt just to get a certificate and £1.50 vodka red bulls.
While I am typing this, I am feeling very tired. It's only Tuesday and there are still 3 days before I can sleep a lot and recover, (mainly from alcohol fuelled antics). And I also found out I can go to the chemist and get a whole more lot of Anti D's! Yay!
Well, I don't have a lot more else to say. However, come later, my head will be full of more ridiculous metaphors to use. Cheerio x
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