Its a blustery Winds-day. . .
So I'm back again - hurrah!
I've been off chasing the blues away with chocolate, exercise, alcohol, chocolate, sex, good diet and chocolate. Well maybe not exercise, alcohol and sex. . . oh and the good diet bit is a little untrue. . . So anyway, I'm up and down as ever, but its nothing that quitting work and becoming a lady of leisure won't fix. I worked out my most depressed times of the day are between 7:30am and 4:30pm and since that coincides exactly with the time I'm trapped behind a desk, tapping on a keyboard like a good little button monkey, I've rather cleverly made a connection and figured out (all by myself) that work gets me down. Like about a gazillion other people in this world. We should all campaign to get free back rubs, ice cream and other such lovely things whilst we have to endure seven and a half hours of daily tedium. I for one would positively skip to the office every day if it meant working from the company spa and taking giggly conference calls with Germany whilst being buffeted by bubbles (yes, you heard me and no, thats not an oblique reference to Michael Jackson's former pet). It would beat 'Silly Hat Day' and other such bizarre offerings our managers have been force fed by US 'Improve Team Morale!' courses, I mean what the hell is that all about any way? I hate being at work, yet the prospect of not only being at a work, but also looking like a pillock makes me wanna jump for joy!
So anyway the big news is that Col is soon to become unemployed. His Pop is selling up and moving on to greater things (ie: retirement and pootling around the shed building useful things). All is not lost however, cos all this actually spells the birth of a dream, although perhaps I shouldn't have made that sound quite so poncy. Col's Pop is helping him start his very own commercial recording studio - I think at this point a round of applause for the lovely Keith is required - the premises have been located and leased and Col will be getting the keys in his grubby little mitts any day now! Woo hoo! He's absolutely petrified, full of doubts and fears and scared sh*tless he's going to let us all down. . . aw bless. I pretty much think this is the norm for those starting in business so I'm not too concerned, I'd be more concerned if he bullishly pelted head fist into this and arrogantly assumed he knows it all. He's a smart lad though, he's got the backing of a successful businessman (his Pop) and the full support of his friends and family. Top that off with the truckload of talent he's been blessed with and in my book - whatever happens- its an opportunity not to be missed.
Its scary but damned exciting! Perhaps one day I'll be sharing chocolate hob nobs with Bono during breaks in recording. . . I don't mind as long as he doesn't touch me jammie dodgers.
I've been off chasing the blues away with chocolate, exercise, alcohol, chocolate, sex, good diet and chocolate. Well maybe not exercise, alcohol and sex. . . oh and the good diet bit is a little untrue. . . So anyway, I'm up and down as ever, but its nothing that quitting work and becoming a lady of leisure won't fix. I worked out my most depressed times of the day are between 7:30am and 4:30pm and since that coincides exactly with the time I'm trapped behind a desk, tapping on a keyboard like a good little button monkey, I've rather cleverly made a connection and figured out (all by myself) that work gets me down. Like about a gazillion other people in this world. We should all campaign to get free back rubs, ice cream and other such lovely things whilst we have to endure seven and a half hours of daily tedium. I for one would positively skip to the office every day if it meant working from the company spa and taking giggly conference calls with Germany whilst being buffeted by bubbles (yes, you heard me and no, thats not an oblique reference to Michael Jackson's former pet). It would beat 'Silly Hat Day' and other such bizarre offerings our managers have been force fed by US 'Improve Team Morale!' courses, I mean what the hell is that all about any way? I hate being at work, yet the prospect of not only being at a work, but also looking like a pillock makes me wanna jump for joy!
So anyway the big news is that Col is soon to become unemployed. His Pop is selling up and moving on to greater things (ie: retirement and pootling around the shed building useful things). All is not lost however, cos all this actually spells the birth of a dream, although perhaps I shouldn't have made that sound quite so poncy. Col's Pop is helping him start his very own commercial recording studio - I think at this point a round of applause for the lovely Keith is required - the premises have been located and leased and Col will be getting the keys in his grubby little mitts any day now! Woo hoo! He's absolutely petrified, full of doubts and fears and scared sh*tless he's going to let us all down. . . aw bless. I pretty much think this is the norm for those starting in business so I'm not too concerned, I'd be more concerned if he bullishly pelted head fist into this and arrogantly assumed he knows it all. He's a smart lad though, he's got the backing of a successful businessman (his Pop) and the full support of his friends and family. Top that off with the truckload of talent he's been blessed with and in my book - whatever happens- its an opportunity not to be missed.
Its scary but damned exciting! Perhaps one day I'll be sharing chocolate hob nobs with Bono during breaks in recording. . . I don't mind as long as he doesn't touch me jammie dodgers.