It's time to progress as a person and although it may not have to mean a change of job, it does mean a change of priorities and a change of personality and attitude. I wish to move out of this house sooner rather than later as I reckon what I need is my own space to chill out and my own space to do what I like. I want to feel more independant.
This afternoon was amazingly ridiculous. I wanted to sleep, after a slow and dead yet tiring shift but Father Mitten had other ideas. You see, he's re-decorating downstairs, changing the wallpaper etc, and the amount of noise that accomponies this is excruciating. It woke me up at 1pm and carried on all afternoon until just before 5pm where I got fed up, went downstairs, grabbed the scraper and the drill out of his hand, ran outside and chucked them over the back garden fence. He actually laughed, which was a relief and I heard no more noise from then on. I woke up about 10 minutes before I had to leave for work however, so I left in a grotty and not so handsome mood.
Tonight was awful. It wasn't nightmarish, but it went so slow.. It was as slow as Mohatma Gandhi with crutches and by the time I thought it was time to go, it was only half 2. The manager was in a strangely good mood aswell, as yesterday she was death personified, and I got to go home.. bloody finally..
Still, a full programme of cricket to look forward to at the weekend and I gave into my temptations and booked more time off for the end of August so I have another 7 free days to look forward to in the future.. This time in 2 weeks I will be considered a free man! However, I feel no one will know about it as I'm not sure how many people actually read this anymore..
I'm not actually sure how many people I talk to at all these days... 5? This job distances me more from people than I thought it would..
Cya x
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