Holy shit! That has got to have been the busiest few months of my life, and all that really happened was a transition between the student and working lifestyles!
After formally finishing Uni the aim of the game was to spend some quality time with the people I wouldn’t see again for ages – and others never again. In real terms this meant excessive alcohol consumption in various flats, pubs, clubs and public places! The worst part about this was that I not only got know people a lot better, but I met heaps of folk for the first time, which added to the sadness of having to leave student life behind. After a fortnight of that it was time to start chilling out.
Another bad aspect of having all these end of term nights out was that I met at least three girls that I got on with phenomenally, but they all decided to disappear for the summer, which swiftly brings me to my next observation. It seems like everyone’s almost pre-programmed to chase the wrong people at the moment: the unattainable and the uninterested. If I had a pound for every time I saw the classic ‘He-likes-her-but-she-likes-him-who-likes-someone-else’ cliché this summer I’d have at least a tenner!
To counteract the effects of the partying I took up swimming and golf big time, doing one of them each day for a good 4 weeks. The only thing was that with the golf, I can’t break the 100 mark to save my life, which makes playing pretty pointless. Public swimming also has a lot to be desired; especially when the pools are full of old ladies boasting spider legs at side of their costumes and brown foreign objects on the floor … Gross!
After several weeks of this I had to bite the bullet and start full-time work. At first I couldn’t believe the freedom working in an open-plan office,, at least compared to being on a till, but it’s one of those novelties that have worn off pretty quickly - much like all the free snacks and inter-office correspondences with the dame. At first the ‘work’ was pretty pants and I was given tasks with no other purpose than to gauge ability. The highlight of the first few weeks was scoring 135 on an IQ test (no joke, 130 and above is the top 2.2% of the population!!!). As time goes on my role’s becoming more defined, I also can’t wait ‘til I’ve done my first course next week.
Depending on which way you look at it, not being able to drive to work is a pretty big aspect of my job. 2 hours 20 travelling per day means I’ve torn through more books in the past 6 weeks than I have in the past year (Haunted, Alphabet of Manliness, Ham on Rye, I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell…) Busses also seem to be a haven for outrageous flirting… which is nice. On the downside of all this travelling I have to waken up at 7am and I don’t get home ‘til after 6!
After a couple of weeks of work I managed to get the guts of a week off for graduation. The day itself was pretty cool, although I’ll leave most of the detail for the ‘Ode to Uni’ entry. ‘twas a long day - early breakfast in town with the gang, good ceremony, cheesy pictures, fancy meal and a top night out. The night after there was an ace ball, followed by some Liquid, then a house party ‘til 7am, finished off by waking at noon and heading straight to my final authentic Bobbin sesh, the perfect way to see off life as a drunken student!
A couple of things to wrap up this entry: firstly, I finally realised how much I actually love Ross Noble, the perfect rambling entertainer; Secondly, finally stuck out the new Onion Terror CD - ‘See You Tonight’ - and despite it being a home-job, it looks amazing; finally having outbursts of bad hay fever in a city that has won ‘Britain in Bloom’ ten times is about as fun as being a blind person that can’t breathe with a runny nose and bad cough.
After formally finishing Uni the aim of the game was to spend some quality time with the people I wouldn’t see again for ages – and others never again. In real terms this meant excessive alcohol consumption in various flats, pubs, clubs and public places! The worst part about this was that I not only got know people a lot better, but I met heaps of folk for the first time, which added to the sadness of having to leave student life behind. After a fortnight of that it was time to start chilling out.
Another bad aspect of having all these end of term nights out was that I met at least three girls that I got on with phenomenally, but they all decided to disappear for the summer, which swiftly brings me to my next observation. It seems like everyone’s almost pre-programmed to chase the wrong people at the moment: the unattainable and the uninterested. If I had a pound for every time I saw the classic ‘He-likes-her-but-she-likes-him-who-likes-someone-else’ cliché this summer I’d have at least a tenner!
To counteract the effects of the partying I took up swimming and golf big time, doing one of them each day for a good 4 weeks. The only thing was that with the golf, I can’t break the 100 mark to save my life, which makes playing pretty pointless. Public swimming also has a lot to be desired; especially when the pools are full of old ladies boasting spider legs at side of their costumes and brown foreign objects on the floor … Gross!
After several weeks of this I had to bite the bullet and start full-time work. At first I couldn’t believe the freedom working in an open-plan office,, at least compared to being on a till, but it’s one of those novelties that have worn off pretty quickly - much like all the free snacks and inter-office correspondences with the dame. At first the ‘work’ was pretty pants and I was given tasks with no other purpose than to gauge ability. The highlight of the first few weeks was scoring 135 on an IQ test (no joke, 130 and above is the top 2.2% of the population!!!). As time goes on my role’s becoming more defined, I also can’t wait ‘til I’ve done my first course next week.
Depending on which way you look at it, not being able to drive to work is a pretty big aspect of my job. 2 hours 20 travelling per day means I’ve torn through more books in the past 6 weeks than I have in the past year (Haunted, Alphabet of Manliness, Ham on Rye, I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell…) Busses also seem to be a haven for outrageous flirting… which is nice. On the downside of all this travelling I have to waken up at 7am and I don’t get home ‘til after 6!
After a couple of weeks of work I managed to get the guts of a week off for graduation. The day itself was pretty cool, although I’ll leave most of the detail for the ‘Ode to Uni’ entry. ‘twas a long day - early breakfast in town with the gang, good ceremony, cheesy pictures, fancy meal and a top night out. The night after there was an ace ball, followed by some Liquid, then a house party ‘til 7am, finished off by waking at noon and heading straight to my final authentic Bobbin sesh, the perfect way to see off life as a drunken student!
A couple of things to wrap up this entry: firstly, I finally realised how much I actually love Ross Noble, the perfect rambling entertainer; Secondly, finally stuck out the new Onion Terror CD - ‘See You Tonight’ - and despite it being a home-job, it looks amazing; finally having outbursts of bad hay fever in a city that has won ‘Britain in Bloom’ ten times is about as fun as being a blind person that can’t breathe with a runny nose and bad cough.
