And so, we begin
I’m quite excited to be going back to work tomorrow for the first time since finishing for Christmas. If I’m honest with myself, I’m a bit bored of all this spare time and weirdly looking forward to a routine that insists I must be up and moving in the morning.
I’d be worried I’m having some kind of nervous identity crisis were I not rather happy the holidays are over. I have no context for these feelings. I’ve never started out a year like this.
That’s how I know this is going to be a good one.
Quote of the Day: From the New York Times:
For most Europeans, almost nothing is more prized than their four to six weeks of guaranteed annual vacation leave. But it was not clear just how sacrosanct that time off was until Thursday, when Europe’s highest court ruled that workers who happened to get sick on vacation were legally entitled to take another vacation.
Here’s the whole story; here’s the ruling.
ATTENTION EUROPEANS, WE ONCE AGAIN HAVE REASON TO HAVE FAITH IN THE UNION.
I’ve not done a Monday morning since early July. They’re every bit as bad as I remember. Tired now, and up again at some abominable hour, so just a quick update:
- My connection to those fuckheads TalkTalk is clearly still switched on (despite them insisting that it would be off by now and I could go to another provider), as I am posting this blog via that link. Just about.
- Yesterday evening the wind changed and I could feel Autumn in the air. Today was still quite mild and dry and I went to the cinema wearing jeans and a tee-shirt. By the time the film had finished it was five degrees colder outside, plus wind-chill, plus it was utterly fucking pissing it down. So, brace yourselves for me becoming melancholic for the next six months as I once again fail to cope well with the changing seasons.
- There is work I should have done tonight. I could not be arsed. I feel quite good about this.
- Maybe I’ll become a master-thief. Yes, I shall steal diamonds from old bastards, and swap the Mona Lisa and Van Gogh’s Sunflowers around just to fuck with their respective galleries and make a name for myself. This seems like a much more fun career…
- Good night.
Today I stayed at work for these appointments I was supposed to give. The final hour and a half, no-one showed up. I’m knackered, so no post today aside from this one.
It’s currently snowing, with more predicted. My work might be closed again tomorrow. Except I kind of need to go in tomorrow. Except I don’t want to go in. But need to. But don’t want to.
I’m so conflicted.
And also, it’s time for sleep. Especially since I cleverly seduced a girl at the weekend before she could finish her bottle of wine, so I’ve just seen it away myself and now I’m all sleepy.
Night night tumblepack.
More Up Than Down
OK, that work thing I was getting all emo about in yesterday’s post actually went OK today. Turns out that I do know how to do this job I’ve been doing for seven years. And I was misled about what I should be doing in September. My workload just got substantially lighter.
Very happy with this outcome, and grateful to the person I spoke to who basically said everything I needed to hear.
Reet; time to assemble a new playlist with no Knife at all (they’re Winter music, and I feel like Spring).
Ugh. Observed doing my job first thing at work today. Got a distinct feeling they’re gonna slate me. Last year, and for several years previously, I have scored “Good.” This year I have worked way harder than ever before, as well as being more experienced and having wider knowledge.
Fairly sure that despite this seemingly logical progression of better, smarter, harder working, it’s still going to go all tits up.
Because there’s politics at work. Or, rather, crude jostling for position, and ass-kissing by anyone who isn’t on the bottom rung of the ladder.
The irony being, the supply of people who can do my job is way less than the demand (after nearly four years, my previous job still haven’t managed to replace me with anyone at all), there’s only two of us where I work, and I know for a fact that I’m the best one.
But fuck that little fact; let’s stroke each other’s egos by attacking Seej.
At least I was cheered up a bit when @Crawther got in touch because her friend wanted to do some user consultation for the new Science Museum website. Got £25 cash for that. Hooray! Chinese food and beer, thanks very much. Resigned to criticism to come at work. Balls to it. They’ve given me a shitty six months for some reason and I feel about ready to crack. Let them push me. Don’t care any more.
Ugh. Back to work tomorrow.
This feeling, right now; this is what I hate the most about my job. I know, yes, everyone feels this way and it’s normal and blah blah blah. But I really don’t wanna go back to work tomorrow.
It’s -6°C out there right now. I’m praying for snow that isn’t going to come.
In non-work related stuff, I’ve got Whoop-Whoop Woah to a fairly finished point. I want to leave it alone for a few days now, clear my head of it, then come back to it fresh to finish it off. I’m starting to wonder if I should add a vocal hook too (since every other damn thing is going in there - you won’t believe the noise sweeps I’ve built). Definitely need to put a little distance between myself and it for a while though. I’m really really pleased with how it’s going; it’s getting close to a four out of five I reckon. It’s mainly subtle work that remains to be done.
So I think I’ll finish with a reiteration of my plan for 2010 (plans are much better than resolutions); to not have to get out of bed on that first Monday of 2011.
There’s actually various other things I’m attempting to plan (make some money from music, quit my job at Easter, go on to remodel the music industry as I see fit, garnering Old Media headlines and girlfriends who model for Victoria’s Secret *cough*), but that’s the main one.
I don’t need a million pounds or anything; I just want to not get up on that Monday.
For now, I guess, I’m stuck with tomorrow morning. I also suspect I won’t sleep a wink tonight, as I never seem to just before I go back to work. So, expect a series of cheery and upbeat posts from me tomorrow. Night all, and I hope your Monday goes better than I’m expecting mine to go.