Pattern Emerging

Being around other Kiwis = Muchos drinking.

Work was LESS than fun this morning. Had a quick chat with ralph this morning, via the big white phone. Not optimal.

Still, happy birthday ZZ.

Other observations:

Lost my jersey, which is a bit poos.
Also, I dance real stoopid when I'm quite boozed (and I believe ZZ has some photographic proof, thereof).
Other than purloining my sobriety, Clapham seems kinda nice...

Update-ness

So. Whats up with me? you might ask.

Typically, I'd say: "Bugger all!". In fact, thats pretty much still the case, but I'm going to try to stretch it into some sort of blog that seems like its ABOUT something...

Most of what I've been up to is going to work. Thinking about how much I need a new job, as I'm wildly sick of saying 'Good morning BBC' all day, having to be smarmy to people and occasionally deal with assholes.

THEN, going home and sending a few apps away via reed.co.uk or Monster.co.uk or jobs.guardian.co.uk or something like that.

So, im fairly hung up on getting the right job, now. Firstly, because it seems like I've been doing it for ages, but also because I've been reflecting on how much of my waking hours we actually spend at work.

How depressing.

Something else occurred to me, also: On the switchboard, there's a big difference in how my day goes, depending on who I sit next to. If its someone I can yarn away to between calls, the day goes quick and its all good, but if I just sit there in silence or piss about doing Sudoku or something, its way more crap.

So.. Presumably this is something to look for in a new job position. But, how the hell do you try and determine if you're going to get on well with people at a new job based on the interview. Can you legitimately say, "can I just go and hang out with some of the people I'm might be working with for a little bit" at an interview?

yeah. So. I'm all about the job thing at the moment. Boring, huh.

Oh. I guess something else interesting did happen recently. As London people know, I've spent quite a few weekends out in Oxford recently, and I was at a club night there recently. So. I HAVE done SOMETHING interesting. Slightly unusually, for me, it was a trance club night. So, I was forced to move away from the mindless thrashing favoured by metal clubs towards something more appropriate (well, an attempt at, anyways).

Also, perhaps less unusually for me, I took the opportunity to fit in with some of the more outlandish people there (of which, incidentally, there were a number) and went for some face-paint, which is always fun.

Anyway. Had a good time. Jumped around a bit. Not sure I convinced that many people that I was a native to the environment of the electronic dance club scene, but never mind.

Oh. in other news. I just managed to spill watermelon all over my legs. How sticky.

The Walk from Coz's

...was fairly long, in the end.

In fact, my legs might be filing for divorce, but nevermind.

The party itself was pretty fun. A touch of over-indulgence, perhaps, but otherwise pretty good times. I'm sure Coz's neighbours just LOVED it too, in hindsight.

The original idea was to get a night bus, but... yeah, sometimes I just dont have the tolerance for public transport. Ok, I can concede that its probably not the safest idea: walking around in the middle of the night, but I think walking through Chelsea and Fulham (or wherever the hell I was) is relatively safe.

Also, I think its kinda nice to see the loud city grow quiet . Its like it's waiting for someone to turn some giant key somewhere and wind it up again.