marstons

Been a funny sort of time since last time. I had two weeks off of work, part of the enforced aspects of my job, to make sure that you're not on the fiddle. They have those two weeks to catch you out. I managed to really put work behind me sufficiently that it actually felt like longer which was awesome. I have completely come to the conclusion that I really want to quit my job. Since I can back if I haven't had three occasions of if I quit I wouldn't have to put up with this shit, its a good day. There are the usually mind-boggling inefficiencies, however it is the deep rooted feeling that nothing will change, because there is no impetus for it to do so, and again if I didn't work there then it would be someone else's problem.

Not sure what I actually want to do or likely to be able to do, as I, in my own mind at least, don't think that I'm particularly qualified for much else. Though the one thing that I am certain about is that I want out of the banking industry. For about five minutes and then things swing around and stuff seems good again. So in essence I'm really beginning to get on my own nerves and need to sort my shit out.

Then in the middle of my two weeks off my dog died. I'm a little surprised how deeply it affected me. Suffice to say I really miss Murphy, and much like many a rock star he died comparatively young, but in my memory he will not age. That's all I really have to say about that.

My nephew Reuben is just over three months old now. He's starting to be a bit more interested in the rest of the world and trying to get mobile. Meaning a lot of wriggling about when you're cwtching him. Everything is good there.

I'm trying not to focus on being emo about stuff sometimes that is harder than it looks.