Tomorrow is March

Time passes differently when you have a job. I’d forgotten about that. I don’t have so much time to waste anymore….

In a way I still do cuz I only work 7hrs/day, Amex are great like that. But even coming home at 4pm it seems like my days are oh so short. I can’t keep up with stuff anymore. I’ll have to get used to that. It’s probably good in the long run. But at the moment I am having a “omg where is my time going” panicky phase.

I definitely can’t keep up with onlineness – with all the blogs and sites I am used to reading. And I don’t think this is gonna change much once I get my own PC & logins at Amex, cuz they do keep an eye on this, and I can’t afford to run risks. But it’s probably good. Most online stuff is not that important.

Tonight I went to “work night out”, which meant I was home even later, and I had spent even more time with work people. But it was also fairly interesting. I learnt things. About people. And also heard things from people about other people. And observed people, and did all those peoply things one does when faced with people.

Next week I am going to London. Twice. To see Placebo. Twice. This is extremely important. It does mean I will spend my non-work-time on trains and queuing outside the Coronet twice in a row. But it also means bliss, perfection, ecstasy. Twice.

Yeah and then I could say more about marvellous Rick and his gayness and veggieness, and about our team, and about Sarah who I’m going to be working for and who’s gonna be a tough nut to crack according to pretty much everyone, and about team dynamics and all sorts of things, but… it is late! And tomorrow I have work! At 8am!

So I shall be off to bed. Because sleep is really very wonderful. Despite frequent disconcerting dreams. No, I do like sleep. I recommend it!