:: Jules' Blog ::

:: Thursday, May 22, 2003 ::

It's all wrong! I'm not supposed to be doing this. I'm totally miserable in my crappy job and don't want to do it any more. But I can't just leave with nothing to go to, so have no choice but to stick it out and keep applying for everything else that I see. Unfortunately I know that any other job I got would be exactly the same as this one, and I just don't want that!

So - I need help. What shall I do. Shall I choose a totally new career path and give up on my dreams, or stick with it and be miserable for the next few years? Give me some suggestions as to what else I could do. Anything that doesn't involve stripping and/or grovelling at the public all day will be considered. Help - I'm desperate!

On a lighter note, Neil Morrisey smiled at me today, and I came <-------------> this close to him! (Had to lean over him to deposit tea and biccies). So that brightened up my day a bit!

Traffic wardens are evil! I was doing a run today, when I walked past Marks & Spencer's loading bay, which had a delivery truck in it. It was parked in as far as it could go, with just a tiny bit sticking out onto the pavement. As I walked past, a traffic warden stuck a ticket on it! How can you deliver stuff if you're not allowed to park in a delivery bay?! Eeeevil I tell you....

Had a nightmare journey this morning. No - it could've been worse - at least I actually got to work! My train was cancelled because of "signal failure" - what is that anyway? You'd think if the traffic lights had broken it'd either mean that all the trains had to be cancelled, or that they could get men with "stop" and "go" boards to stand there and direct the trains like they do on the roads! So anyway - I had to catch the next train. It only comes 5 minutes later, but it's a slow train, which stops at every station along the way, adding at least 15 minutes to the journey. So when I finally got to Charing Cross (at 8:30, when I should've been starting work), I squeezed myself onto an underground train, which closed its doors, sat there for a bit, opened its doors again, and then we heard an announcement that somebody had operated the passenger emergency alarm, and that this had to be investigated! Lots of huffing by other commuters. I didn't care by this point. Yeah - so I was going to be late, boo hoo. About 10 minutes later we finally set off. I made it to work before 9am, but only just. I was told just before going home that the Northern Line services had been suspended, so I thought I was going to have to walk to Charing Cross. This proved to be untrue, although it looked like something had happened, as the gates were half shut when I got to the station.

Did anyone watch Top Of The Pops 2? It's Amanda Holden week (why?). She gets to choose her favourites and they play them. Tonight it was her favourite year, 1989, which I wholeheartedly approved of, as we had Martika in her flouncy ra-ra skirt, and that dreadful rendition of "Do They Know It's Christmas" with the funky beat in the background. It was good for a laugh, if nothing else. Then we had Phil Collins' "Another Day In Paradise", which went all woogly half way through and cut to the BBC2 logo and some groovy jazz. Kinda spoiled the mood of the song, but again, good for a chuckle. It's weird, but I found Phil Collins strangely attractive in that performance. Yes, he's old, with greased back baldy-locks and a furrowed brow, but there was something rather alluring about him. Eugh - I must be getting old! (Says she who watched the Care Bears at the weekend!)

Big Brother starts tomorrow! There is some good in the world!

:: Jules 9:11 PM [+] ::
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