Things Aren't THAT bad right?

Are they? I've been ill recently, genuinely, properly ill and yet my parents reckon it's still me being lazy and had a go at me for lying in bed all day despite me not physically being able to move so much by having a bout of man flu.. Oh joy..

On top of this, the rents have come up with a "comforting" suggestion that I should have counselling to a) sort out the old depression and b) decide where i want to be in the future. One thing I can say is that all of this was said yesterday and there was only one place I wanted to be and that was asleep in bed.. cos I was ill! Get it? ILL!

Now, don't get me wrong, people who are counsellors, (is that the right spelling?), or psychiatrists or whatever are probably great people. Being paid £120 per hour to act is if you know what the problem is must be phenomonal - but for the person who needs the counselling, they are simply being mugged. I might aswell go and give my money to a tramp and say "there you go mate, go wild!" whilst looking at his dirty yet probably very happy face with a tear of joy running down his cheek and thinking this person is the best person alive. I would feel better about myself at least..

But seriously, counselling is not the road to go down. I honestly think it is a complete waste of time, money, space, chicken and chips, (which is what I could eat instead of sitting in a room surrounded by fake certificates displaying Dr. Harold Gomez's qualifications on the Human Brain and its Functions). It's a definite no-go and I will not be updating this blog with any news on how my first session went - because there won't be one.

As for that interview, well, the company rang me today and wanted to update me on the "current situation" within the company. Apparently, they plan to increase their opening times to 9am till 7pm... Now.. I want a job, don't get me wrong... but 10 hour days?! Are you mentally retarded? I will be physically dead after 3 months of that - so I told them to F off, (in the politest way possible). Some of you may criticise me for doing that, some of you may not, but the fact of the matter is if I'm giving up my whole life and the only things I enjoy doing, just to get a company car. It's not happening. If i quit the things I enjoy doing, (football, refereeing, cricket at the weekend to name but a few), I would be even more depressed than I am now... if that is humanly possible!

So, I'm back to square one, happily. Better than taking a job I would be hugely unhappy in. I rang NAS back up. No.. not the black gangster rapper man, but the National Apprenticeship Service, (not Society), and they said they'd "send me some literature in the post". If this turns out to be Of Mice and Men, I won't be best pleased... I can't be doing with more GCSE English texts thank you very much.. I'd rather not be taken back to the days of Ms.Lotay and her American accents.. *shivers*.

What has the rest of the week got in store? Well this weekend I'm refereeing 3 football matches, which will bring in some much needed WONGA at least! (apologies for the cockney accent..) and playing in one myself. Big cup match! Ohh! Ermm... job-hunting, bumming around, (not in the literal sense although you never know) and generally being lazy. Fun times!

I suppose that's it. You wanted an update Beddoe so you got one! Happy?! (You have to keep him happy because he'll start to go red, followed swiftly by blue and purple before his head explodes in a flurry of brain full of programming all over your laptop screen... I imagine it wouldn't be very nice...)

Besides. I find myself once again, speaking complete tosh. So I will go to Tesco's.

Ciao x