die happy, die smiling
ok, so this is here since there's a couple of work colleagues on facebook so it wasn't going to be there.
it's ok, and so is dundee. the town has apparantly been rated as the third most unenticing place (in the uk) to go for tourists -which is a bit surprising but it's not that bad. maybe top 20, but not number three..
anyway, yeah, just a moan, or a whinge. i fear that the job which has taken me here is just something to earn money. nothing more. i'm getting bored, i'm not attached to it, i'm not bothered about it or caring for it or enthusiastic about it. some of that shouldn't be a surprise, but it's still a disappointment to feel that it's not happening.
the place has potential to be really good, but it's staying, static, and there's bits of it flaking off, fraying at the seams, falling apart. things which weren't right at the start are the same 3 months later. i'm waiting on my uniform shoes; wearing my skechers (and expecting to be told off by richard, the assistant manager) but that's only because i walked so much i've worn holes through the soles of my own old shoes.
every town has history, it doesn't matter where you go. so what or where is special? i've never been convinced that i did the right thing by not taking up the ashmolean job, and turning down the national maritime museum job is something i also wonder about from time to time. thing is i signed a six month contract on my room to rent, so i'm staying here for the while.
really i don't want to move on, i want to stay and settle and for things to work out well. whatever way i look at it half my probelsm are in my character and personality. it's got nothing to do with the people and the place here.
to be fair things are alright really, i just wanted to let off some steam.
it's ok, and so is dundee. the town has apparantly been rated as the third most unenticing place (in the uk) to go for tourists -which is a bit surprising but it's not that bad. maybe top 20, but not number three..
anyway, yeah, just a moan, or a whinge. i fear that the job which has taken me here is just something to earn money. nothing more. i'm getting bored, i'm not attached to it, i'm not bothered about it or caring for it or enthusiastic about it. some of that shouldn't be a surprise, but it's still a disappointment to feel that it's not happening.
the place has potential to be really good, but it's staying, static, and there's bits of it flaking off, fraying at the seams, falling apart. things which weren't right at the start are the same 3 months later. i'm waiting on my uniform shoes; wearing my skechers (and expecting to be told off by richard, the assistant manager) but that's only because i walked so much i've worn holes through the soles of my own old shoes.
every town has history, it doesn't matter where you go. so what or where is special? i've never been convinced that i did the right thing by not taking up the ashmolean job, and turning down the national maritime museum job is something i also wonder about from time to time. thing is i signed a six month contract on my room to rent, so i'm staying here for the while.
really i don't want to move on, i want to stay and settle and for things to work out well. whatever way i look at it half my probelsm are in my character and personality. it's got nothing to do with the people and the place here.
to be fair things are alright really, i just wanted to let off some steam.