Get It Together!
The EeePC is proving a great success. Apart from the girl sitting next to me giggling while I was typing some stuff that I may not ever let anyone else read. Depends if it turns out good.
But I am doing some writing now. There's time to do it, which has always been the problem before. How much can you squeeze out of a day? The working hours are my least busy. I watch Shakespeare with breakfast (which surely sends me into the stratosphere of pretension!) before heading off to work. On the train I spend 45 minutes writing stuff and things Some for the Vervoid and some other twaddle. Then I do some work for a few hours, that's the relaxing bit of the day. Lunchtime is spent either reading or walking. I say walking, I mean marching around London trying to avoid the tourists.
Er.. then there's more reading on the way home. And the evenings are always busy. I suppose in a way a lot of these things are quite solitary - but then I was told in the pub last night that I'm not sociable. (Sorry Mike!)
Am I sociable? Well, I was in a pub chatting with people when this came to light. I'm the social secretary for our team and I've generally been praised for organising some good events. We've had bowling, drink ups, Christmas meals, a pool night - simple stuff, but good fun none the less. The big challenge though has been for tomorrow morning, with the inter-office paintballing.
I thought loads of people would sign up right away, but in the end we got 15 from our office. I say in the end, but I don't know yet how many will actually turn up!
It didn't take much organising, but someone still has to make the effort to do it. I know I could have got more people if I went round the office generally asking people if they wanted to come and employing basic emotional blackmail. That might have been a good idea actually, it would have increased my profile around the place.
Thing is, I don't hang out with the people from work. I put it down to the long journey and to be fair it's down to the long journey. Going after work for a swift pint wipes out an entire evening, mucks up dinner and causes all kinds of hassle. Now, if I worked nearer home that might be a different story...
So the message of this blog is that I was a little down earlier this week, but I came through it. I decided I was going to be happy rather than miserable ages ago and I think that was a good decision.
But I am doing some writing now. There's time to do it, which has always been the problem before. How much can you squeeze out of a day? The working hours are my least busy. I watch Shakespeare with breakfast (which surely sends me into the stratosphere of pretension!) before heading off to work. On the train I spend 45 minutes writing stuff and things Some for the Vervoid and some other twaddle. Then I do some work for a few hours, that's the relaxing bit of the day. Lunchtime is spent either reading or walking. I say walking, I mean marching around London trying to avoid the tourists.
Er.. then there's more reading on the way home. And the evenings are always busy. I suppose in a way a lot of these things are quite solitary - but then I was told in the pub last night that I'm not sociable. (Sorry Mike!)
Am I sociable? Well, I was in a pub chatting with people when this came to light. I'm the social secretary for our team and I've generally been praised for organising some good events. We've had bowling, drink ups, Christmas meals, a pool night - simple stuff, but good fun none the less. The big challenge though has been for tomorrow morning, with the inter-office paintballing.
I thought loads of people would sign up right away, but in the end we got 15 from our office. I say in the end, but I don't know yet how many will actually turn up!
It didn't take much organising, but someone still has to make the effort to do it. I know I could have got more people if I went round the office generally asking people if they wanted to come and employing basic emotional blackmail. That might have been a good idea actually, it would have increased my profile around the place.
Thing is, I don't hang out with the people from work. I put it down to the long journey and to be fair it's down to the long journey. Going after work for a swift pint wipes out an entire evening, mucks up dinner and causes all kinds of hassle. Now, if I worked nearer home that might be a different story...
So the message of this blog is that I was a little down earlier this week, but I came through it. I decided I was going to be happy rather than miserable ages ago and I think that was a good decision.