i applied for a couple of jobs yesterday an got call backs from the agencies. its a bit awkward taking calls when sitting in a big open plan office and so i have to scurry away to a quiet corrider when my phone rings. only 6 more days of work after today till the end of the year. i mentioned that my boss told me i would be on my own in the first week back in january. well it turns out i will also be on-call over christmas and new year as well because my boss and the other contractor have decided to take holiday at the same time....again!!!. thanks for that. come on dude, you run the department of 3 people and you would think it would be a rule for 2 people to not be off for 2 weeks at the same time, but clearly not. actually my boss has been a bit off on more than one occasion recently. time for me to pack my bags and move on soon.
i find myself currently in that odd state of trying to give a shit when i really am just looking for the next contract and want out of here, but as i haven't found anything, and its all a few weeks away at least, i have to put up the pretence of caring. in that way i am a bit like tiger woods wife.....although i haven't had my heart broken and have kids and am not married to a person with about as much charisma as a wet mop, but apart from that its similar. she can't just up and leave immediately. she has to get shit sorted out and things organised and needs time to make plans.
......and also its just golf. who gives a shit about golf?. when did golf get so big?. i have been to the states and kids in america don't want to be tiger. they want to be tom brady or lebron james or josh beckett. and can we also stop calling him an athlete. golf is about as athletic as snooker or darts. there is skill and technique but if you don't sweat or do any physical exhersion, you can't be called an athlete. thats my rule and that is that.
anyway, i went out last night in shoreditch to meet up with some friends. a very good night out. had the usual run for the last train home at the end of the night, but we got there in time. there have been times in the past when i have missed it and then you have the joy of getting the nightbus home. a 45 minute journey turns into a 2 hour trek through london. its not nice.
today i have mostly been listening to jack penate - pull my heart away. wicked tune.
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