We seem to be eating later and later in the evening. It was 9.30pm. I mean, I'm used to it. All my life, we've eaten late, so I should be used to it by now. It used to be because my dad would work late at the hospital. Nowadays it's cos my parents are out playing golf or something. So, by the time we get to bed it's like around midnight. I'm knackered. I know I shouldn't be. I mean, I'm supposed to be young and fit (I'm definately not fit!). What's it going to be like when I finally get round to having kids. I wont be able to stay awake till late or wake up in the middle of the night as you have to when you have kids. Maybe I'll turn into an insomniac nearer the date.
Right, I haven't introduced you to any of the people I work with yet, so I guess it's time for that. I don't really work with them. We do the same thing, but rarely work "together". Well, I'm on this cluster of tables, where there are 6 of us. Oposite me is Chris. I keep wanting to call him Simon cos there's a guy I used to know many millenia OK, just years ago who looked just like him. Well maybe not exactly the same, but there's some feature in him which makes him more Simonesque than Chrisy. He's one of the guys who interviewed me, and went out for an Italian meal at lunch time on my trial day. He's nice enough. Diagonally opposite me is mousey, winney girl. It's a bit of a huskey whine sometimes but she always sounds like she's whinging. It's probably all the fags she smokes. I want to take up smoking. It's a great excuse to leave the office!! She too seems friendly enough.
The rest of the table expanse is taken up with technical editors who seem to be doing a really complexated job and they keep talking to their monitors and saying "Oh Behave" to them.
Tony is the guy who's meant to be training me, but I haven't really had much to do with him, and he's been in France and off sick for the last few days. He seems a laugh and says that things are Smoking or Smokey. He tends to play with these balls attached to bats with pieces of elastic a lot.
There must be about 8 or 10 clusters of these tables on this floor. I've been trying to remember names, but I really don't have a head for them. Rob is downstairs on another floor which looks remarkably similar, so I have to make sure I know which floor I'm on, or I'll end up sitting at someone else's desk!!
Andrew Abbey emailed me today. Do you remember him? Well, he's gone to Australia. It's a long way to go for a loaf of bread and a pint of milk. OK, so he's got a good job over there and seems to be living the life of Reilly or someone like that. Ah well. I'd better find myself a new role model, cos it's a long way to go to Australia. He used to be a great role model, and I was always like 5 miles behind him, but now it's like oceans and I can't deal with that. I really couldn't catch up!
Do you want to know what I did last night. It's really sad. I had to sort out my financey stuff. I'm going to start a savings account. I never thought that would happen to me. Only really sensible people start up savings accounts. And I paid about 1/8 of my credit card bill 20 days before it was due, now is that organised or what? And finally the ultimateness in sadness. I sorted out my travel insurance. I get mine for the whole year, despite the fact that I'm not going away anywhere for ages, but they get to have my money, so not fair!!
I'm a little less depressed today. Yesterday when I told my parents that I was being given more work they expected me to be happy, but I wasn't. Hey, I'll get over it. I just wish depression would surpress my appetite!! It's not even depression. I mean, depression is serious. This isn't serious, this is just delayed angst or something. It's just opposition to change, it's, it's vitamin C deficiancy probably!!
I'm going to re-do my bedroom this weekend, which should make me feel better. I could do with throwing away some of the stuff I've accumulated over the years and re-paint the walls whose colour I chose about 10 years ago when I was ickler. I'm sure I'll feel better after that. The only trouble with fitted wardrobes is re-decorating when you feel you want a total change. Oh and I'm not allowed to paint the doors because it will be too modern for the house. Ah well, you have to agree sometimes. I'm sure it'd look really bizzare with blue doors in my room.
