time flies.... supposedly

As another fortnight passes by and I haven't written anything for the blog I find myself wondering again what my actual intentions for this thing really are. Not in an "Bloody hell, what's the point?!" kind of way, just a genuine questioning of what I am using this blog for. I think I have stated before that I don't want it to turn into an online diary of the sort a schoolgirl would write. I remember all too well those night-time missives about who I fancied most that week, who had fallen out with who at break time and whether or not I like the new Take That single. OK, looking at the last one, maybe not that much has changed in the intervening 14 years! I also remember how I would start out all enthusiastic at the beginning of a fresh new diary. All those crisp, blank pages inviting me to spill my heart. By the end of the notebook I would be sick to the back teeth of sitting up in bed trying to think of something to write. So, this is how the online blog is an improvement - I only need to blog when I have something to blog about.

Not that there haven't been things to blog about in the last few weeks, it just seems that time has got away from me again. As the old saying goes 'Time flies when you're having fun'... but I have recently discovered in the weeks leading up to the mildly unanticipated start of my new job I am discovering that time does, in fact, pootle along of it's own accord whether you've found something productive to do with your time or not. I kept thinking I had ages to go before I knuckled down and earned some cash, now it's less than a week away. And despite my best efforts to use the intervening time wisely I find I have not very much to show for 7 months of unemployment. I thought I had done quite well with my reading this year, and after discovering a thread entitled '50 book challenge' on Shelfari I thought "Hey, that's easy. I can definitely read 50 books in a year." Er.... maybe I can if I get a wiggle on. I'm sure I must have forgotten a couple, but I wrote out my list of 2007 finished books so far... 20. That's pathetic! So I've cracked on with the new Harry Potter and finished it in 2 days. I won't write any kind of review for it because a) I don't really enjoy writing conventional reviews of things, and therefore don't find it very easy and b) I don't want to unwittingly give the game away in case someone stumbles across this page. And there's a perfectly adequate chat about the book here and a slightly more crazy one here. I have been marking my progress with Mr M's brother via text message so no doubt we'll have a good old discussion of it at the weekend.
But apart from trying to read lots, what exactly have I been doing with myself since Christmas? I suppose it's not all bad when I look back, a greater part of the year was taken up with my Open University course and I am very pleased with how I did on that. Still waiting for the official results now but I'm sure there won't be any nasty surprises in that brown envelope. I try not to think about the number of people doing OU courses who hold down a full time job at the same time. I struggled with working part time over Christmas. And when I start Approaching Literature in February I will be working full time. Only my old friend time will tell how I manage with that.

one day blends into another

This is the main problem I have at the moment, waiting in the limbo between being offered a job I don't really want and actually starting the darned thing. If memory serves me right the last time I posted on here was when I had just had the phone call offering me the job of Phone Monkey. Since then things haven't exactly been straightforward but I baulk at the idea of treating this blog as simply somewhere for me to vent my spleen. Of course, that's one of the reasons I set it up, but it was never meant to be all whinge whinge whinge. So. Before I go into details of mixed up start dates and incompetent agency peeps I shall talk about some happy things going on at the moment. For, of course, for this 25 year old Making Her Way, there are downs but there are also certainly many ups!



Last week me and Mr M when to London for a gig with our very good friends D and K. They are moving into their own place soon so I'm very much looking forward to buying them a cheesy house warming present! The gig was a little disappointing, being caught in the most ridiculous summer storm on the way there didn't help. But it was lovely to see D and K again as we don't get to see them nearly enough since they've moved away. We shall, however, be seeing them again in a week and a bit for Truck 10! Very excited about that, even if the line up does look a little bit off. I won't go into details here because I posted a big waffle about it on my other blog.



July is going to be a very busy month for both myself and Mr M. I've got a wedding dress fitting on Saturday, so I'm on a very strict low sugar and low fat diet this week. Not that it will probably make much difference if I don't stop drinking so much beer. I've developed quite an impressive buddha belly over the past few years. Whilst I'm off twirling around in ivory, Mr M is going to a family BBQ. The idea of him going to BBQs always makes me laugh (if I'm not also attending) or fills me with horror (if I am). He has the fussiest attitude to food of any grown man I have ever met. He is normally just happy with a can of warm lager and a cheese roll. At the end of the month we're both going up to his family's for the weekend, and I'm off to see the new Harry Potter film with his Mum and brothers. I'm hoping to sit on the end of the row and bury myself in the popcorn so I don't have to explain what's going on to his Mum!!



Then the last thing for July is to start my new job on the 30th. I was originally supposed to be starting next Monday but that would mean doing shifts on Saturday mornings. No thank you very much! And also an 8.30 start. What a silly idea. I'm never normally awake before 10am! They also wouldn't let me have any holiday at all whilst I'm in training for the first 6 weeks, which would include Truck weekend. So I said no to that. Then I was offered a part time shift starting in August. But I worried that my training would be longer and I might not get the holiday I want for my hen weekend! So that was a no as well. I'm now doing the 11.30am-8pm shift which is a bit rubbish but at least I get some kind of lie in. I'm still trying not to think about the whole thing too much because then I'll start panicking. I just have to keep telling myself I didn't have any choice but to accept the job. I had another horrible dream last night about my teeth going rotten and falling out! And we all know what those sort of dreams mean....