post holiday blues

Honestly!!! It's ridiculous. Im starting to feel like a total middle-aged twat. Im pretty sure all I do is whine - its boring even me *head shake*

I'd forgotten how irritating people I work with could be. Damn you two weeks of blissful blissful unawareness! I came back to complaints 'cos the christmas decorations came down and various crap. I had to get McCoy to tell me not to quit immediately and leave the building in a hail of expletives.

On a slightly more positive vein, it turned out the computer broke in a way that couldn't possiblty have had anything to do with what I did so, whilst understandably peeved, my mate had no ground to stand on killing wise

Im really considering the Devon job. It's not what I wanted to do as such (but then what, of all my career 'choices' have??) and not the area where I was originally planning to live but it would mean I could hand in my notice at the end of the month (I can hear the angels heralding it already) and that I'd be outta Glasgow by the end of February. And you never know, maybe I'll fall into something I love cos of it. You never can tell.

I travelled home on the bus on Sunday - I've noticed that travelling alone means having to play the 'who sits next to you' roulette and that's a game I always seem to come out on the losing end of. I had the woman with 4 kids, the girl who listened to Happy Hardcore whilst wearing a scarf more hole than material and, my favourite, for the final leg of my journey, the 'larger' lady with no sense of personal space.

Damn, I really need to make more friends