Back to work
I have a pounding headache which I strongly suspect has something to do with mince pie withdrawal. Tea, I have discovered, just does not taste the same without a small mince pie, and some cream, and maybe a sandwich, and the last of the chocolates, and a small bowl of nuts, and a snooze.
If you could convert grim bad tempers into an energy source, you could power China well into the next century from the seething resentment coming from my train carriage alone. You could just TELL that the majority of people would rather be under the duvet than sitting next to me. This is cheering, as it means that their home lives are not so grim that they are happy to escape domestic hell to get back to the office and dull routine.
I'm also suffering from console withdrawal. I was just getting to the interesting bit of 'Jedi Knight II', storm troopers were falling like nine-pins and I'd finally mastered how to use autofire on my sodding blaster. Now I have to sit here, surfing the internet and pretending to work instead of mopping up Imperial forces and making the galaxy safe for the Republic. Sheesh.
I suppose there is an element of a let down when you come back to work. I still rather like the idea of a new year meaning a new start and so was naturally a little disappointed to find all the outstanding e mails I had left undone before Christmas still awaiting my attention. Still, one can take positive steps, and I decided that this will be the year I learn to kite-surf and, possible, learn rudimentary first aid, something along the lines of how to set fractures and remove kite-boards from tender portions of the anatomy.
Only thing I have surfed so far is the net. Looking for tuition as strongly suspect that not knowing what you are doing could lead to ramming equipment into a tree at 70,ph, closely followed by ramming self into same tree, or variety of trees if one is really tanking.
Rather like thought of self as cool, extreme sport type person instead of, for instance, overweight, out of condition office drone. Could though just be opportunity to dress in baggy trousers that I believe are a) fashionable among the extreme sport set and b) are really comfy for lazing about the house in.
Doubt anything will come of it but, hey, one never knows.
If you could convert grim bad tempers into an energy source, you could power China well into the next century from the seething resentment coming from my train carriage alone. You could just TELL that the majority of people would rather be under the duvet than sitting next to me. This is cheering, as it means that their home lives are not so grim that they are happy to escape domestic hell to get back to the office and dull routine.
I'm also suffering from console withdrawal. I was just getting to the interesting bit of 'Jedi Knight II', storm troopers were falling like nine-pins and I'd finally mastered how to use autofire on my sodding blaster. Now I have to sit here, surfing the internet and pretending to work instead of mopping up Imperial forces and making the galaxy safe for the Republic. Sheesh.
I suppose there is an element of a let down when you come back to work. I still rather like the idea of a new year meaning a new start and so was naturally a little disappointed to find all the outstanding e mails I had left undone before Christmas still awaiting my attention. Still, one can take positive steps, and I decided that this will be the year I learn to kite-surf and, possible, learn rudimentary first aid, something along the lines of how to set fractures and remove kite-boards from tender portions of the anatomy.
Only thing I have surfed so far is the net. Looking for tuition as strongly suspect that not knowing what you are doing could lead to ramming equipment into a tree at 70,ph, closely followed by ramming self into same tree, or variety of trees if one is really tanking.
Rather like thought of self as cool, extreme sport type person instead of, for instance, overweight, out of condition office drone. Could though just be opportunity to dress in baggy trousers that I believe are a) fashionable among the extreme sport set and b) are really comfy for lazing about the house in.
Doubt anything will come of it but, hey, one never knows.
1 Comments:
I think it's a great idea to try a new sport..even if you don't you can just talk about it all year like "yeah, I'm reading up about my kite-surfing". Then, if you actually do it, and you die, everyone will know that you were doing something cool when you died. Much better than having a heart attack due to a coffee overdose.
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