I usually have to do some sort of date checking at work. Making sure things aren't out of date so we don't accidentally sell them and get sued for millions. This evening, I got it a bit wrong.. I thought it was the 1st August, (making things that were 31st July out of date), but of course it wasn't. This meant I took out everything that was dated the 31st which meant all of the sandwiches and what felt like everything else.. Luckily I realised, but it meant precious time wasted and I wasn't too happy with myself.. I managed to get more done than usual however, which was strange, and I came home, looking forward to cricket later... Oh no, wait, we don't have a game! Sad times..
Still, this left me with the whole night to get annoyed at The Wall, with only the darkness of sleep to look forward to later.. At least I have cricket to look forward to tomorrow, after the busiest shift of the week..
I've thought a bit recently. I've thought a lot recently, in fact, about refereeing. About whether I actually want to do it.. Do I really want to go out every Saturday afternoon, half tired, to be shouted out by a lot of bad Saturday league footballers, just to get promoted a level I probably won't use anyway.. To be honest, I can't be bothered with pre-season training or matches because at the moment, I'm more bothered about cricket and then when it comes round to it, I just can't be bothered.. I need something to do at the weekend though.. I could emigrate to Australia and play club cricket over there during their Summer! Not a bad idea that..
Also, I need a new challenge. I can sense part of me becoming bored with the monotony of the same old routine every night and part of me wants to become normal again. It's OK during the week, when everyone else is at work and you're the one with the time off but come the weekend, when everyone is partying and you're at work serving the party people, it's tough. Very tough. I am still searching, half-heartedly, for a different job but I'm figuring I may step up the search and try harder.
Or maybe I can't be bothered.
Cya x
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