Yesterday as I boarded the tram at Phoenix Park there was a freshness in the air. The sun shone through the large green windows as we zoomed through the Nottingham boroughs before stopping at Station Street. I was a lovely ride into town and I saw lots of things that excited and delighted me, mainly nice ladies!
The train was boring. I just read my book. Read page after page of Danny Wallace. He uses too many words does that lad.! The front of the book read ''The Man's a genius.' Now I think that the word 'genius' is over-used. Churchill was a genius, Darwin a genius, Picasso too. But I think you have to challenge the credence of the statement 'the man's a genius' when it comes from Davina McCall. I thought Mr Wallace had a little more self-respect than that!
Anyway we arrived in London. It was an effortless journey. I was tired though, and when I had walked up Stockwell Road and met some of my colleagues outside of the meeting room there was an enormous sense of foreboding. Can I really go along with this? How can I talk civilly to these people for the next five hours? Will I manage to stay awake?
1. No I can't go along with this but I just managed it!
2. No I didn't talk civilly to them for 5 hours. I had quiet moments and towards the end of the day just walked away
3. I fell asleep a few times during the day.
Yesterday also made me realise that I am not experienced enough to do the job I do. Realistically, when I think about it, I don't fit in. I always want to have a laugh, go to the pub, can't concentrate, hardly ever put my serious cap on and no I continually think 'ah to fuck with it!'
Then I log on to Match.com...it's no secret I am on there, and girls chat for a few messages then nothing. Well manners cost nothing. A short reply message wouldn't go amiss. Fuck off if you can't be bothered. You can hide behind your wall of numbers and the Internet...it's the cowards way out!
The train was boring. I just read my book. Read page after page of Danny Wallace. He uses too many words does that lad.! The front of the book read ''The Man's a genius.' Now I think that the word 'genius' is over-used. Churchill was a genius, Darwin a genius, Picasso too. But I think you have to challenge the credence of the statement 'the man's a genius' when it comes from Davina McCall. I thought Mr Wallace had a little more self-respect than that!
Anyway we arrived in London. It was an effortless journey. I was tired though, and when I had walked up Stockwell Road and met some of my colleagues outside of the meeting room there was an enormous sense of foreboding. Can I really go along with this? How can I talk civilly to these people for the next five hours? Will I manage to stay awake?
1. No I can't go along with this but I just managed it!
2. No I didn't talk civilly to them for 5 hours. I had quiet moments and towards the end of the day just walked away
3. I fell asleep a few times during the day.
Yesterday also made me realise that I am not experienced enough to do the job I do. Realistically, when I think about it, I don't fit in. I always want to have a laugh, go to the pub, can't concentrate, hardly ever put my serious cap on and no I continually think 'ah to fuck with it!'
Then I log on to Match.com...it's no secret I am on there, and girls chat for a few messages then nothing. Well manners cost nothing. A short reply message wouldn't go amiss. Fuck off if you can't be bothered. You can hide behind your wall of numbers and the Internet...it's the cowards way out!
So here I am, sat inside on a beautiful day, after coming back from a lovely afternoon with my Gran, in Nottingham and I think 'maybe I should just fuck it all over and do something TOTALLY different. I'll wait until June and think. A rethink and a review. It's always a good thing. Think about how your life is shit.
Stop. Ranking full stop!
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