So the news is that I have a new job! Obvs it's mega relief mostly but I have a lot of mixed feelings about it. When I took redundancy at my old place a big part of that was because I wasn't sure I wanted to be a joiner any more. Yet here I am, about to start a new job Monday morning as a joiner. I'm doing it because I need the money. Plain and simple. If at this point there was another way I could make the money I'll make doing this then I'd do it. There isn't. Perhaps night school is a thought? It'll take time, yes, but time isn't the real issue. The real issue for me is not knowing what I want to do with my life. I've been out of work going on 3 months now and in all that time I haven't come up with something solid that I could actually see myself doing.
Ah fuck it - when I grow up, I'm going to be a house husband
I got some good news last night at my job, the contract has been extended until March now instead of finishing in 2 weeks time.
Must pick up my rubbish, make excellent cheese on toast, be rather handsome and have excellent taste in films, will be paid in dvds, milkshakes and foot rubs,
Apply within
oohhh havne't seen Mimic have you???
and well done
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