Really Beginning To Grate

This is hard.  Trying to write a post when I’m not in the habit.  I have been writing in my diary again for the first time in ages just to have an outlet for the drivel in my head.  I suppose I could just post to the local version of Camel but it doesn’t feel right.  I guess I really do write for an audience.  But here goes.

Okay, so.  I am in a position of needing a job quite desperately.  I went and sat in a recruitment office for what felt like 1000 years while they reeled off jobs that I am either a) not qualified to do; b) am over-qualified for (their words); c) would be bored doing (do I look like I care about being bored?) or d) can’t do because I don’t drive.

I really need to get back on that particular saddle again.  Desperately.

Desperate, as you may be able to tell is the word du jour (is that right, who can tell?).

So,  the housemates left.  Presumably they went back to South Africa but who can tell?  They left telling me they were going on holiday to the Canary Islands for a week.  That was nearly a month ago.  I had an inkling that something was goign on but genuinely thought that… ARRRRGGHHHH… y’know?  Mind you it’s better that they are back in S.A. and not, where my mind went, dead on a beach somewhere.  So, tha plus no job plus life means I am leaving my lovely house and finding something new. Again.

But before all that a mission has become cleaning the house and not living like a student for 10 minutes.  I put books and nonsense on shelf.  And then took a photo.  A hard days work.

So, world, oyster etc.  Maybe I should sign myself up to one of those mail order bride websites and find me a rich American… except I’m not Russian/Eastern European/sexy in anyway.  But I can take photos (ish), write (ish) and I do a mean Excel spreadsheet.

It has been pointed out to me that I came off as a little nuts in that post a few months ago.  Again.  drunk.  Red wine I should stay away from oh yes.  Cough.

So TV is in no way as exciting as it is in the States where all the shows I love are showing season +1 to whatever was just on here but as least Ugly Betty starts on Friday and Robin Hood season 2 is on Saturday and Californication (little nostalgic sigh for David Duchovny) starts on the 11th… and Studio 60 is still delighting me every single week.  there probably are other things I should be enjoying but sleep and writing, yes WRITING have become quite big parts of my day.  I am writing what I know which means the end result will be interesting to me and a small circle of people who thought they knew me.  Ish. It was going to be a straight telling of my humdrumness but I have dragged two or three fictional things out of the cupboard and am schmooshing them all together to make a worldwide bestselling tour de force that will be finished early 2008…ish.  Yes, I am definitely going to finish this particular project.  Oh yes.

I can’t believe I have missed Talk Like A Pirate Day and all that September brings. The internet really has become like a second home for me and not being able to get on is like having the door to my favourite room blocked up, or being told you can never eat cheese on toast again.

I am also having trouble believing that it’s October.  then I step outside into the biting cold that has descended, fall over the 5 million conkers lying on the pavement and I raise my hands and proclaim, “I believe, Hallelujah!”  or something similar.

Scout things are going well.  We had our re-opening and made money (even though it was not a fundraising event).  Even when we don’t try we can do it.  Since then we haven’t really had a ‘thing’ to work for so focus is being lost.  I, of course, have no life so was starting to obsess a little about it.  But after nearly walking out on it for good last month calm has prevailed and I have realised that there are some people you are never going to change, there are some people who are never going to get excited about things again, there are some people who have lives that have more than one thing in them.  Crazy.

Okay.  I am going to go back to Bloglines and try to visit everyone.  If I don’t get to you it doesn’t mean I don’t love you; because I do, I truly do; it’s just alphabetical.  I will on my next visit to a hotspot. I swear.

Until next time.

[tags]job hunting, house hunting, housemate hunting, TV, Scouts,[/tags]

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~ by Bec on October 2, 2007.