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  1. Last day and beyond

    August 25, 2013 by superlative

    This is a rather late post about my last day in my job of five years, a couple of Thursdays ago. As I predicted, I didn’t enjoy it very much, but not for the reasons I was expecting.

    As it turned out, my last day in my old office ended up being the single worst day I have ever had in that job in the whole time I’ve been there. I have never felt so harried, and stressed, and unreasonably put upon there before, to the point that when I finally left the office my sadness at going was partly overwhelmed by annoyance and relief.

    I was really quite surprised, because normally it’s quite a laid back sort of job. I keep on top of my work, and although it tends to arrive in unpredictable bursts, I get it all done fairly quickly. Something went wrong on that particular Thursday day though, and I was suddenly given MASSES to do, most of it by one person, and all of which simply had to be online by Monday. Given I was on annual leave on the Friday and the following Monday, that only left me that day to do it. And it really pissed me off. Everyone knew I was off on Friday, so in what way was sending me large pieces of urgent work on Thursday afternoon with a Monday deadline going to be helpful?

    “It’s for Clearing”, she said (Clearing is a big deal when you work in a university), as though that would sweep aside any of my objections.

    “Yes – so are the other three things you’ve given me today, and the rest of the work everyone else has sent me. You can say everything is for Clearing, but that doesn’t mean I can fit it all into a single afternoon,” was my rather terse reply.

    So I ended up rushing everything, not taking any breaks throughout the whole day, and leaving late. I have NEVER left that job late. At some point around lunchtime everyone gathered together to present me with a card (which I couldn’t read, because I would have cried) and a lovely box of chocolates and some champagne. I had so much to do all I could say was a mumbled thank you and then return to my desk.

    Most people had gone home by the time I could leave.

    “Haven’t you normally left by now?” said the person who gave me all the work.

    “YES,” I replied pointedly as she swanned off home.

    And then when I’d finally finished everything, I just packed my stuff into box files and carrier bags, shoved it all in the car, and left. It was nothing like the day I’d envisaged, where I’d take a last walk around the sunny campus and the adjacent field, and then carefully pack up my stuff and forlornly lock up my office. Instead I stomped out exhausted and in a huff, and I’m sad that that has to be my memory of my last day there now.

    I’ve had a couple of weeks working solely in my new job now. I still haven’t worked a full five day week there, because I take all the Mondays and Fridays off during the summer holidays, so I don’t think it’s quite sunk in that I’m there permanently really.

    At the same time though it’s been nice to install myself properly at my desk there, with my books and toys and nick nacks from my old office. I feel like it’s my own space now and that’s made me much more relaxed and chatty there. Previously when I was only there two days a week, I never used to leave any belongings on the desk when I went home, in case someone else needed to sit there. I used to take a few bits in with me in my bag, and just take everything away again at the end of my two days. So it never felt like it was my desk, and it always seemed a bit transitory. But now it’s MINE and it’s got my stuff on it, and that’s quite nice.

    I think it will feel a bit odd once I am there for a whole five days in a row, but the people are really nice and I do enjoy the work, so I’m hoping it will be fine. And I’ll try not to remember how annoyed my last day made me.

  2. Moving on

    August 5, 2013 by superlative

    I wrote recently about how futile it can seem, arriving every day at my office and staring at the same two computer screens for hours on end, then leaving having not really achieved very much. I’ve been in the same job since November 2007, and nothing much has changed about it during that time. I’ve been in the same little room, doing the same work, with mostly the same people around me, staring out of the same non-window at the white wall opposite me. It had all become very comfortable, and very dull, and I could quite easily imagine that I’d be there forever simply because I didn’t really have anything else I’d rather be doing.

    But now I’m leaving. And rather suddenly. On Thursday.

    I mentioned on here about a year and a half ago (you’re forgiven if you don’t remember) that I was given the opportunity to go and work in a different office with our main web team two days a week. It was to support them on special projects and bits of web development, like making our website responsive for mobile devices and working on the new CMS we’re buying. I didn’t get any more money or anything, and I didn’t get to do any less work in my normal job – I just did my normal job in three days each week (which is generally sufficient, because it’s a stupid job), and I took on 40% more work for free because it made my life more interesting and was much better for my rapidly stagnating skills.

    Although it was a temporary arrangement in principle, it was one of those temporary arrangements that gets extended and extended, and somehow nearly a year and a half has drifted by with me doing two half-jobs in two different offices.

    But now after much prevarication things are changing. The new job wants me full-time. And that means giving up my old job, and my little room, and my pseudo-window, and my lighter coloured circle of carpet.

    I’ve known this was on the cards for a while, not least because our new CMS will mean my old job ceases to exist in many respects. So I’ve been very lucky to be able to ease gently into usefulness in another role that I can move over into just before that happens. And I do like my new job very much – the people are fun, and it’s proper web development work that stretches me and asks me to achieve things I don’t know how to do, forcing me to learn all the time.

    But at the same time I’m sad, very sad, to be leaving my old job now, and in such an anti-climactic fashion.

    Officially I’m being seconded temporarily into the new job, so I’m not ‘leaving’ my old job as such. But in reality it’s very unlikely I’ll be coming back, because once the secondment ends I’ll hopefully slot into a newly created permanent role and I’ll just carry on doing what I’m doing. So I am leaving really, but not really, and I’ve only had a couple of weeks to get used to the idea. I told my old job colleagues last week, and because of annual leave and things I’m only actually in that office again on Thursday this week, when hardly anyone is there, and at the end of which I’ll pick up my things and leave. And never come back.

    It’s not the work I’ll miss. The work is boring, and after five years somewhere everything becomes annoying. But I’ll miss the people, some of whom I’ve known for a long time. I’ll miss the luxury of a non-visible computer screen and a hands-off manager that have meant I could do pretty much what I liked, when I liked. I’ll miss being in an office on the edge of the Downs, surrounded by fields and fresh air. And I know I’ll cry when I leave on Thursday, because I always do – I even cried when I left a job I hated after two months, so I’m certainly going to cry leaving this one. I cry at television adverts. My eyes just like crying.

    In some ways, the manner of this transition is very good for me. I’m terrible at change and I tend to get very anxious and freak out during the first two weeks of a new job. I always settle down, and I’ve learnt that it will pass, but it’s not a pleasant time for me. But this way I’ve been eased into the new job and got to know everyone first, and now I’m just dropping the old job. So it’s perfect really and I couldn’t ask for more. I mean, I could have been made redundant in six months time when my old job disappears. I cannot complain at all about this.

    But it’s still sad, and odd, and disconcerting, and not how I thought I’d go. And I feel bad that it’s been so abrupt for all my old colleagues, some of whom I already won’t see again and of whom I’m very fond. We’re going to try to arrange a belated already-left leaving celebration I think, which is nice of them to want to do. And I’ll no doubt cry at that as well.

  3. Something integrated this way comes

    March 18, 2012 by superlative

    I am sitting at home today waiting for our new washing machine to arrive. About a week ago our old one went kaput, and as usually happens with washing machines it helpfully waited until it had got a full load of clothes soaking wet before deciding nah fuck it, I’m not finishing this lot, I’m just going to sit here not moving and making a little clicking sound every few seconds. I tried cajoling it, I tried kicking it (worth a shot), I tried restarting it on a different programme, but no. It was dead.

    It was the washing machine that was here when we moved in, and so I don’t mind that much replacing it. It’s quite manky looking, and for the first couple of weeks I didn’t like touching it because I knew it had had someone else’s pants and disgusting dog blankets and things in. So I sort of wanted a new one anyway, but the timing has turned out to be a bit unfortunate as we’ve just spent all of our (Chris’) money on a car.

    The sparkly new one is due to arrive today between 8am and 6pm. So naturally I’m six hours into the wait and there’s no sign of it so far. It’s a shame that we have all integrated appliances in the kitchen really – because although they look nice hidden away behind cupboard doors, they’re a lot more annoying to replace. They cost more for a start, as evidently making things slightly narrower must be cripplingly expensive for the manufacturer, and then the old ones are also wedged right fucking in there and won’t come out. I was worried it wouldn’t come out at all in fact, to the point that we’ve actually disconnected the old one and dragged it out completely, just to be sure that it would be possible. So we’ve done half the installation man’s work for him; he better be grateful.

    Anyway, this wasn’t meant to be a post about washing machines. I’m waiting for a washing machine; it’s boring; I have a week’s worth of clothes to wash; hurry up Mr Washing Machine Man.

    Apart from washing machine-related tribulations, I have had an OK if manically busy week. I have settled into my new job in Marketing a bit more now, and got a bit better at managing the workload between my two roles. I’ve done about five weeks there now, so that’s 10 days in total, and I’m starting to feel a bit more comfortable when I’m there. So far I have worked on two mobile web projects for them: building a mobile version of our courses database (which was like building a mini mobile website from scratch), and then optimising the main university website so that it displays a bit better and is more usable on a mobile device. I’ve never done anything like either of those before, so it has been a good learning experience for me, and I’ve been quite pleased with how both of them have turned out. The work on the main website was probably harder, because it was essentially trying to make a website structured and designed for a desktop browser display properly in a very different environment without touching any of the content code. I’ve still got a bit of work to do on it, but it turned out well enough to put the main parts of it live. I also got a nice email from the director of marketing saying how well I’d done it, so that was nice.

    The rest of my week has mostly been spent on trains. I had to spend five hours getting the train to Canterbury and back on Thursday for a two hour meeting, which was pointless and expensive and long. And then on Friday I got the train up to London to see Mum (a bit early) for Mothers’ Day. I just stayed the one night and then escaped at dinner time on Saturday.

    The visit was okaaaay, but as always happens I spent about three hours sat upstairs on my own ‘sorting out Mum’s computer’. Which just means doing stupid things like updating programs and drivers and sorting out error messages. I don’t mind doing it, but it’s every time I go home, and then I hardly see Mum and Dad because I’m sat in the bedroom the whole time.

    Dad has outdone himself by adding to his driving woes by receiving a fixed penalty notice from the council for turning right into a turning you’re not allowed to. He got caught on camera doing it (it looks like they had a special camera set up for just that reason), so he can’t exactly deny it, but he does protest that the signage was unclear and seemed to refer to the previous turning not the one he turned into. He can protest all he likes: it’s still cost him £65, incurred the wrath of mother once again, and made me wonder if he really should be driving any more. How many things does he have to have happen before we acknowledge that, at least in terms of his working life, he should give up on driving and do something else? He’d say he doesn’t have any other skills, but really I’m not sure he has this skill any more…

    He still hasn’t heard from the police about his accident, and he’s had no luck finding a job. Poor Dad. He has done six week course aimed at helping people get Olympic jobs which means he’s got certificates now in health and safety, food safety, customer service and manual handling. So that’s something. And he’s going to try to do some voluntary work he’s found on Wednesdays, so I think that looks good in terms of him being proactive and using his time while he’s unemployed instead of just sitting around. God knows if it’ll help though.

    It’s 2.45pm now and still no washing machine. HURRY UP YOU BASTARDS. They’re not getting a cup of tea now. Unless they’re hot, then they’re allowed tea. But only if they turn up in the next 20 minutes.

  4. Admiration

    January 26, 2012 by superlative

    I don’t write very much about what Chris does for a living, but I may have mentioned before that he teaches autistic children in a special school. While I’m always aware that he does ‘good work’, often I don’t think about it much beyond that. But yesterday he said something to me that really brought home that he does good work and it is very admirable.

    Chris came home and told me that he’d had a bad restraint that day. Sometimes their kids freak out and get violent – often not maliciously, it can be more due to frustration and an inability to express themselves than any intent to do harm – and when they do the staff have no real choice but to restrain them. Restrain is a harsh word, but they’re trained to do it safely, and essentially it means holding the child securely until they give up and calm down. They do it to protect the child, and to protect the other staff and students. If the child is especially strong, it can take several people to restrain them, and if they are especially determined the restraint can last for hours. Yes, you heard me, they have to hold them, struggling and screaming, for hours.

    So Chris had been part of a bad restraint.  He hurt his back, he has big red friction burn/bruise on his forearm, and another purple bruise on his elbow. He’d only held the child for 20 minutes or so, because when a restraint is really bad and protracted it’s actually too tiring to do for long, and staff have to ‘swap out’ and let other staff take over. How the child has enough energy to carry on I don’t know, but they do, and it was about the third day in a row where they’d had to restrain this one child for an inordinately long time.

    Seeing him bruised and injured – and in the past he’s had scratches and had children spit in his face – my immediate protective reaction is that he shouldn’t have to put up with that. He shouldn’t be coming home physically damaged and exhausted, it’s not fair.

    But then he said to me “Well, the thing is if we don’t do this, if we don’t restrain him over and over, he won’t learn that he’s not going to get what he wants by being violent. If what he wants is not to be at school, and that’s why he’s become violent, we can’t just send him home and say we can’t deal with him – because then he’s got what he wanted.”

    This bit was the clincher.

    “And if we don’t do it, and put up with it, this particular child is one step away from being sent to a secure unit. That means he’ll spend the rest of his school life in a secure environment, with other violent children, and with all the consequences of that for the rest of his life. So this is his last chance, and we have to try to reach him otherwise that’s what will happen.”

    And I thought God, that’s AMAZING. The work they do there, and in all schools like that, is amazing. And people don’t even realise it; half the time the parents of the children themselves don’t even realise it.

    What do I do with my day? Sit at my desk and bitch about how I’m bored. Make some webpages. Drink tea.

    Other people are actually out there changing people’s lives, and not because they have to, because they choose to.

    I think that’s awesome.

  5. Becoming de-skilled

    January 7, 2011 by superlative

    I’m totally becoming de-skilled at work I think, and it’s not good.

    I’m writing this post at home, which I almost never do, and that in itself is quite telling. When I want to blog about something, I usually just bash a post out at work because a lot of the time my workload is so light that it really doesn’t make a lot of difference. And in some ways that’s very nice – my job is pretty easy, I’m not often very busy, and it doesn’t stress me out in the slightest because quite frankly how can one become stressed out poncing about on Facebook and Twitter for most of the day?

    But in the longer term I’m starting to think that it’s not very good for me. At all.

    Officially, I am a web developer and I’m required to have the skills that job title involves. In practice however, the vast majority of my work is web editing – updating text, doing a bit of HTML, cropping and tidying up a few images, and that’s it. I do some proper development from time to time, when I have to create a new site from scratch, but I probably only do in depth development projects about twice a year. And for the rest of the year I sit on my ass and copy-paste text into Dreamweaver.

    I try to keep my skills up to date as much as I can, usually through self study and also occasionally with training courses. I need to do so both for my sanity (I’m frequently in danger of slipping into a coma at work), and also so that when a web development project does come up I have some reasonably modern skills to use for it. So since I’ve been working in a dedicated web role, I’ve greatly improved my knowledge of PHP, I learnt Javascript and then jQuery, I did a bit of Flash, I polished up my Photoshop abilities, I started doing a bit on object oriented programming, and I learnt to build sites in WordPress.

    But my problem is I don’t really get to use any of this in my job. I use the PHP a bit, and I’ve done one piece of work that used jQuery. And other than that it’s just a case of going “oh that was interesting”, putting my book down, and then promptly forgetting everything I’d just taught myself over the next few months.

    And it’s very frustrating! My job isn’t challenging, BUT it pays well (I’m overpaid really given the level of the work I spend most of my time on) and it’s a nice environment. If I wanted to take a more challenging job, given my actual level of skill and experience, I would have to take a pay cut. And who wants to take a pay cut and move into a more precarious position in the private sector?

    So anyway, I’m just a bit annoyed at the moment. I really enjoy doing some proper web programming but I never get the chance to, and then it takes me ages when I do because I can’t remember the stuff I used to know. I feel like I’ve stalled professionally, I’ve got nowhere to move up to in my current institution, and I can’t move out elsewhere without losing money. I suppose really I should work on some projects of my own – either just for fun or as freelance projects. It’s just hard to find the energy for it when I’m at work full-time already.

    And I don’t know what I’d build if I wanted to do something just for fun. I made an online comic publishing system once, that was quite interesting to do (this was before I knew about things like WordPress that I could do it in now much more easily). And I made this listings site for a friend, and that was challenging trying to get all the bits working the way she wanted.

    Maybe I will have a little ponder about things I could make just to see if I can do it. And if I think of something good I can try to use some of the things I used to know about and have forgotten, and might even learn something new along the way.

  6. Update on the mid-life crisis

    June 1, 2010 by superlative

    I have been doing some further thinking about my previously mentioned mid-life crisis over my career, and I think that I’ve sort of decided what it is that I need to do. Whether or not I’ll actually do it remains to be seen.

    Basically, I had a good read of a book called ‘Changing your career’ at the weekend,  having decided that as with most problems in my life I could solve it by getting a book on it. It was quite good, and it talked about the reasons people have for changing career, and what you need to consider before doing it. I also spent some time thinking about what things I enjoy in my work, and what things I don’t, and how that might affect what I want to do in the future. The back section of the book was devoted to profiles of about 20 different careers, so you could have a look through them and see if the type of work would suit you.

    The upshot of my research, my personal audit (that’s the wanky technical phrase the book used), and the comparison to the career profiles was that the job that seems most suited to me is Web Developer. Which is what I’m doing at the moment.

    So… um… There you go. I was a bit surprised, but actually it makes a lot of sense. I moved to this job from my previous administrative roles because this was more what I wanted to be doing. None of that has gone away, I’ve just lost sight of it after two years in post and the creeping boredom being in the same job entails. And in particular I have issues with this job, not my actual choice of career.

    When I looked at the things I have most enjoyed in all my previous jobs, they were (apologies for the inarticulate phrasing):

    • Being given a goal and being asked to work out how to achieve it
    • Taking something, unpicking it, working out how it works, and then understanding it
    • Learning new skills
    • Checking things – proof reading, making sure things add up, being meticulous

    All of these things fit fairly well in web development, or at least they seem to to me. The projects I have most enjoyed here have been the ones where a designer sends me a set of images and a list of requirements, and says “Can you make that?” Sometimes I know how to do it straight away, and sometimes I have to go away and learn something new in order to achieve it, but I get there in the end.

    The problem I have with my job at the moment is that, despite being called a Web Developer, I actually do very little development. Most of the time I’m limited to web editing, which is just updating text and fiddling about with a pre-existing website. And even then, my workload is quite light, and I have to ration what I do so I don’t get too bored. Both of those things leave me feeling unfulfilled, unstretched and quite de-skilled, as anything new that I do learn while working on a project then doesn’t get used again for nine months, by which time I’ve forgotten it.

    So anyway, it seems to me that web development is an OK career for me still to be in. What I need to do though is either fix this job by taking on more work from somewhere, and hopefully making it more interesting work, or find a new job where I’m actually a web developer and not just called one.

    The latter may well mean working in the private sector, and this concerns me. My only experience of working in the private sector was not a good one, as it was a smallish company and any mistakes you made had immediate financial consequences attached to them. I’m also not keen on any role that involves a sales aspect, and I don’t enjoy being public-facing.

    So I’m not actually sure where I go from here. My plan is to start keeping a closer eye on local web jobs, and if I see something that looks promising I’ll apply for it. If it means taking a pay cut for a while, that’s OK, because I know my current skill level doesn’t really match my salary here. Luckily, Brighton has one of the highest concentration of ‘new media’ jobs in the country, so at least I know there are lots of web-type employers around.

    I’m also considering starting some study in my spare time, so that I feel more mentally challenged (not in the spakka sense) and might gain a new qualification. I’m having a look at the Open University undergraduate courses in Maths at the moment, and I might think about doing it as a second degree. I enjoyed it at A Level and it would be nice to use those skills again; and you have the advantage with the Open University of stopping part-way through if your circumstances change or you just go off the idea. So I’m going to give that some thought anyway.

    I feel a bit more positive than I did last week, and at least now I feel I’ve narrowed down my options and given myself some areas to focus on.

  7. Early mid-life crisis

    May 21, 2010 by superlative

    frustratedFirst of all, hello and welcome to my new blog. It’s the same blog as before, but it has moved home now to this cosy little bit of webspace of my own, rather than the ugly fugliness of Blogger.

    I intend to do a proper design of my own for it sometime soon, but for the moment I’ve just picked a nice-looking theme and bunged it up. I’m also going to try to develop some different sections on this site, where I can post other things that I find interesting or stimulating.

    But anyway, that’s enough administrative stuff. To business.

    OH MY GOD I seem to be having a total mid-life crisis regarding work and my life in general, and I don’t know what to do about it. Essentially my problem is as follows:

    I have a job, and it is fine. Fine but boring. Really really boring. I don’t have enough work to do, and the work I do have is generally quite dull. Furthermore, I don’t know if my job (as a web editor/developer) is what I really want to be doing. I didn’t choose this as such, I didn’t study with this career in mind, I just kind of drifted into this after uni, and now I’ve found myself at a dead end with no possibilities for advancement, and without sufficient qualifications to do much else. Which is sad, because I’m clever and I have a first class degree, but a degree in French and Italian doesn’t lead to many obvious careers.

    Most of my friends have proper professions or career paths: they’re teachers, or nurses, or conservation officers, or lawyers. And I don’t. I have no idea what I want to do long term, and I feel like my life is slipping past without me actually achieving very much.

    But without knowing what I want to do long term, I don’t know what I can change in my life, what career I could change to, or what further study I could do, and so I feel totally stuck.

    I don’t like feeling unfulfilled, and I don’t like being bored. I think that I have the potential to do a lot, to do anything if I really want to, but without any focus I end up doing nothing.

    I’ve talked it over with Chris, and I’ve spent quite a long time this morning discussing it with a friend at work (thanks Dom!). But ultimately no one can tell me what to do: I need to decide for myself. I just don’t know if there is a job I’d rather be doing, and so I continue to bumble along.

    I think that a key decision I need to make first of all is if I want to change job or career at all. I could do, and with that comes the need for further study or taking a pay cut in order to start again in a different field. That’s one option. My other option though is to seek fulfilment elsewhere: through study or something else in my life, and let work take a secondary position. My job is fine after all, I get paid quite a lot, and it doesn’t stress me out. So I could do something else for passion or love, something I enjoy, or something that stretches me, but have it not be a work thing.

    I’ve thought about doing a masters before, and about doing a creative writing course and trying to write a novel. I’ve always wanted to learn a martial art. These things could easily fill the gaps in my life if I pursued them. But I’d have to accept I’m not going to be a massively high-powered, high-earning person and stop worrying about having a ‘career’.

    So what do I do?? Which way do I jump? I need to do something I think, I can’t just continue as I am, I’ll get depressed and the years will slip past without anything changing.

    All I *can* do is give it more thought and try to come to a decision. I just don’t see at the moment though how I’m going to find anything to push me one way or the other. Hum.

  8. A random bunch of stuff all chucked into one blog post

    January 14, 2010 by superlative

    I haven’t blogged all that much over the last few weeks, because I feel like I haven’t been doing much that was noteworthy.

    Mum has kind of plateaued at a medium level of crazy for the moment, so I haven’t even felt there was much to write about her either. She’s still ill of course, and she’s still subject to their bizarre gypsy curse and its associated mishaps (the thermostat is still kind of broken, and this week their kitchen sink decided to overflow), but she hasn’t had anything major to bang on at me about for a while.
    So this is just an odds and sods post really to distract me from my work for a little while.
    We went to a friend’s house last night for an Indian take away and to watch Slumdog Millionaire on Channel 4. I hadn’t seen it before, but obviously I’ve heard quite a lot about it after it won lots of different awards. I have to say that I quite enjoyed it, but I didn’t think it was amazing or anything. I often get that with ‘big’ films though, they end up rather over-hyped and then you can’t help but be disappointed.
    I thought it was a good story, but it was essentially an episode of Who Wants To Be A Millionaire with some padding. Yes it gave an apparently realistic and compelling portrayal of life in the slums of Mumbai, and it had a very authentic feel given its use of real people from the slums as actors. So it was good definitely, but parts of it were a bit predictable and I wasn’t left thinking “wow that was a best thing I’ve ever seen”.
    I’ve also watched the first three episodes of the new season of Heroes recently. Almost immediately it managed to annoy me, and although it is refreshing to have some new characters I do feel like it has gone off the boil a bit. Why is Sylar STILL in it as one of the main villains? Why? Why would you do this? That’s FOUR seasons now where he’s been running around, talking with his mouth half closed and having practically limitless powers. It just seems a bit lazy not to have written him out.
    I’m also fed up with the way Matt Parkman does a weird squinty head twitch every time he uses his powers. Surely he would be more effective if it weren’t so obvious he was poking around in your head?
    And of course Claire Bennet is still trying to live a normal life, but failing miserably to be at all discreet about her powers, and her Dad is interfering in the name of protecting her, and Hiro’s powers don’t work properly, and blah blah blah. You could be describing practically any season of the show.
    So anyway, I’m sure I’ll end up still watching it, but I’ll frequently tut the whole way through, and let out an exasperated sigh at the end of each episode. It’s such a shame, because the first two seasons were excellent.
    Other than that, work is the same as usual: pretty dull and filled mostly with Facebook and Twitter. I’ve had quite a few days off due to the snow, which has been nice and has helped the weeks to flick by more quickly. I had someone ask me YET AGAIN the other day “wouldn’t you rather be doing a job that uses your languages”. ARRRRGH! Yes I probably would, but I’m just not, alright?? There aren’t that many jobs ‘using your languages’ in Brighton, and if I learnt one thing from the job in the tour operators which I hated, it’s that just using your languages isn’t enough to make you like your job. You have to like the actual job in the first place – doing it in French or Italian makes very little difference.
    So yes, I still have my vaguely-unfulfilled feeling from time to time, and would quite like to be doing something more challenging. But as I have no idea what that would be, this job is fine: it pays well (considering I have hardly any work to do), I like the bits of work that I DO do, the people are nice, and I get left alone and not stressed out. If a bit of boredom is the price I pay for that, it could be a lot worse.
    Right, I’ve been banging on for ages now, so I’d better do some work/Twitter. We’re meant to be going to Pop Kraft this weekend, so maybe that will give me an opportunity to take some photos and write about some actual events instead of general ramblings!