Targets

I got hit in the gentleman's area whilst goalkeeping this evening. It hurt.

Anyway, jobs. I'm going to set myself a target. This time next month, I will be in work and doing well earning a weekly wage like a normal person. A couple of doors may have opened recently, however unlikely they seem to be and my confidence has been slightly restored. Apparently there is a night-shift position coming up at BP garage. Not exactly my career aspiration, but at times like these a job is a job. We'll see how that goes. At the moment, I will take nearly anything, except for call centre work, because quite frankly I'd rather be poor than being shouted at by strangers for introducing them to a scheme that will get them into mountaneous debts within 6 months. I'd rather not.

Anyway, at this current moment in time I'm watching one of the funniest films ever invented on Channel 4. It wasn't invented by Channel 4.. it's on Channel 4 at the moment. Team America : World Police. Very puppet orientated. Brilliant. This is the reason my blog doesn't have the author-like prowess it normally possesses. I don't usually blow smoke up my own arse but you have to occassionally to boost your self-esteem. Sorry, I'm being distracted by the puppet-version of Michael Moore shouting at me in his own very unique fat ways. And listening to Gary's version of events of his brother being savaged by gorillas. Man, what am I talking about?

On to a more .. sombre mood. The last couple of days.. well.. weeks, i've felt a little lonely. And honestly, it's just a coincedence that I'm typing this as the puppet Kim Jong-Il sings his song about loneliness. The fact of the matter is, with no money, (except for Manchester and the pizza.. yeah I know..), I haven't had any social life and have had to spend the last few weeks with only myself for company, which is the primary definition of loneliness. I feel I can't just go into town without the temptation to spend money. Sounds sad I know. So I'm stuck indoors. With nothing. It's all starting to get too tedious for my liking.

It's the weekend now. I've just realised. Took me a while to work that out because every day does seem like all the others. Sundays are slightly different as I've said before, but tomorrow isn't really a Saturday. It's just a day.. just like all the other days. At 12 I may wake up if I feel like it then at 3 I'm doing nothing followed by a stage of nothingness and then at 9 I may be doing nothing inparticular and then I'm planning to do nothing before going to bed. Exactly. I know what you're thinking already..

In other news, I'm not far away from breaking my thumb after a fair few weeks of discomfort whilst goalkeeping which is just getting worse. I'm starting to get fed up of playing football. Most of my teammates spend Saturday night on the steamboat and then wonder why we play rubbish the following morning. Let me think? Probably cos your wasted? Makes sense. Its starting to get annoying and next season I think I will concentrate more on my refereeing. At least I won't have any teammates to be annoyed at. I've decided I want to go quite far in my refereeing. At the moment at least, I enjoy it and although I'm not going to be the next Howard Webb without the shiny head, I'd like to think I could get fairly far. So I'm going to give myself every chance.

Right. I'm going to watch the last little bit of Team America and let you get on with your own positive lives.

Bye x